Page 31 of Highest Bid

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Galan ushered Layla into the shower, then rang the nearest Chinese takeout for a late dinner. She had to be starving after a long day with only breakfast to keep her going. Not to mention the emotional turmoil she’d faced on an empty stomach.

Her parents were really something else, and not in a good way. His shoulders stiffened, his whole damn body tensing at what Layla must have endured, and still endured. She’d lost a brother, yet her parents seemed to forget they still had a daughter who needed them while she, too, grieved.

At least Layla’s dad wanted to heal the rift between them. So far Layla’s mom seemed oblivious.

Galan disconnected the call and stripped as he made his way to the shower. He knew just how to make Layla feel better, and was selfish enough to know he’d be a whole lot happier, too. He grinned irreverently. He didn’t give a fuck about getting clean. He just wanted to get dirty with Layla in the shower.

She was washing her hair, her dark head flung back as she scrubbed the suds out of the wet strands that hung almost to her gorgeous buttocks. His dick jerked, and he resisted a primitive groan as he stepped into the shower stall and grabbed the conditioner from the built-in ledge a nanosecond before her eyes flew open.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

He squeezed out a blob of conditioner and instructed, “Turn around.”

She did as he asked, and there was something a little bit exhilarating about her submission when it meant her butt was so tantalizingly close to his erection. She moaned as he massaged the coconut-scented conditioner into her scalp and through the silky ends of her hair, and his dick thickened, impossibly bigger.

“I’m only getting started.” He pulled the showerhead free and ran the water over her head, ensuring all the conditioner was gone before he moved the spray down her front, paying particular attention to her nipples, which immediately sharpened into points.

He kissed her nape and breathed in her sweet pea and tangerine scent that was now tinged with coconut. Fucking delicious. He still preferred musky vanilla. His dick jerked yet again, his balls heavy with need. He groaned, the sound lost in the force of the water.

His willpower had never been this tested.

He moved the showerhead further south. The moment the jet of water hit her pussy, she jolted away with a gasp.

“Spread your legs wide,” he commanded hoarsely, before he snaked an arm around her waist to keep her centered.

She made a mewling sound of protest, even as she did as he asked. He smiled. He’d reward her now. Using a slow, back-and-forth motion, he pointed the showerhead’s spray right on her clit, before speeding up the motion, faster and faster.

Her breaths came faster, too, her intermittent little mewls pushing his willpower almost to the point of no return. Then her whole body stiffened, and she cried out as a climax hit her hard. He kept up the relentless spray, his dick bucking. Only when she fell apart a second time did he pull the showerhead away and place it back into its overhead cradle.

He turned her around to face him, spray drenching them as he cupped her chin and brought her dazed stare to his. “I want your mouth on my dick.”

Her eyes widened, before something heated and wild, something primitive and almost feral, sent her to her knees. She looked up at him, her hand clasping the base of his rock-hard erection. He held her stare, his breath hissing and all thought evaporating as his seed boiled, her touch sending him close to eruption.

Then she drew the tip of his dick into her mouth, her tongue stroking under the head as she gently sucked. His balls tucked up high and he closed his eyes against the visual, willing back self-control.

Impossible.

Her warm, moist mouth and luscious lips pillowed his shaft as she sucked him in deep, the heated water that gushed over them, and the steam rising in the air, somehow adding to the surreal moment.

When she moved her mouth up and down on him, her head bobbing faster and faster, he couldn’t help but open his eyes. He needed to see what she did to him, even while gritting his teeth against an urgent need to climax.

Heaven help him, he wasn’t going to last long. I’ll make it up to her later. He flicked his eyes open and curled his fingers into her hair, urging her even faster. “I can’t hold back much longer. Shit, I’m coming...Arghh.”

His knees almost gave out as his seed shot into her mouth, long jets of cum that pulsed over and over. She swallowed it all, hungry for him, a sex goddess who’d come to life.

Holy shit. Not even in his wildest dreams had he expected the reserved Layla to show such thrilling unrestraint.

She released him, her eyes glinting, and her lips wet. He bent and drew her to her feet, then clasped her chin and kissed her long and deep, tasting the salty remnants of his seed on her mouth and groaning at the knowledge she’d savored him like candy.

He slid a hand over her head, the glow in his chest warmer than a bright summer morning. “We’re good together, firecracker. A perfect match.”

She nodded, but the glow within faded just a little at seeing the faint smudge of doubt in her eyes. She still didn’t trust him.! He ignored a stab of insecurity. He couldn’t lose her now. And she wanted him, too. Jesus, if she craved him half as much as he did her, she’d never walk away.

He flicked off the shower. He’d do whatever was needed to convince her they belonged together.

Even marriage?

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