Page 127 of Shared By the Highest Bidder

Keeping me by his side, and with our hands linked, he makes his rounds in the lobby before the concert begins. I catch those nods he mentioned, and it warms me to feel so accepted in this world, considering I’m nobody.

If I were already a famous designer, I could see it.

Or if I came from money.

This is a fairy tale, and it can be addictive if I let it.

The dashing doctor finishes shaking hands and brings me backstage, where we wait until he makes a speech introducing the musical guests.

In a dark corner, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me again.

“Are you wet? Spread your legs and let me see.” His hand reaches under my dress and my legs wobble, feeling his fingers reaching for my panties.

“Yes, I’m wet. Your kisses drive me crazy.” We’re alone, but not hidden.

Someone can walk by and see this hot, billionaire doctor who saves kids’ lives with his hand under my dress. That gets me hot, too.

“I like you so much.” His words make my headspin.

“I really like you too, Ash.” I let go of a tiny moan.

“Come for me.” His fingers massage my clit while his tongue dances in my mouth.

Sinking into the mindset that this is real, I come in a rush, and it knocks the breath out of me.

“What about you?” I ask, reaching for his cock.

“You can take care of me later. Please come home with me.”

“Okay,” I say, my stomach in knots over what he’ll do to me behind closed doors.

He licks his fingers, teasing me.

“Now wait here like a good girl while I introduce this concert, and I’ll take you to my private box. Usually, I charge donors to sit with me, but not tonight. I want you all to myself.”

I shudder, watching him walk away. But I trusted Michael and nearly lost everything.

How do I make sure Ashton, Emery, and Ford don’t pay for the sins of my shitty ex when doubt creeps in and I want to run away?

Ash makes another gut-wrenching speech, and his smile reaches his eyes from the applause.

I watch their faces, admiring him for what he does.

With the crowd still roaring for him, he finds me and waves.

We’re seated inside his private box shortly after, and he orders an expensive bottle of port wine.

The concert begins, and despite Ash keeping his hand up my skirt, I’m raptured by the talented musicians and singers with heavenly voices.

Then Ash’s silky lips reach my neck, and he whispers how I make him feel.

It heats my blood, and I can only think of one thing.Him. Ashton. Dr. Ashton Ives.

“Open for me, baby.” His hand nudges my legs apart.

Those magical, healing, giving fingers brush my clit. He drives me crazy so I widen my legs, greedy for more.

Another finger pushes in and out of my slit, still soaked from listening to that speech. He varies the pressure from feather-soft to punishing and possessive.

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