Page 87 of Shared By the Highest Bidder

“No. Michael did.”

“Fair enough. Did you have a good time tonight?” When she doesn’t answer right away, my heart pounds. “What happened?”

“Ash’s father showed up.”

“Fuck.” I let her go because I could crush her skull from the anger pulsing through me.

I push a hand through the top part of my hair that’s curly and drag my fingernails along the closely-shaved sides to relieve the rage I feel.

“I should have gone.”

“Emery was there.” She nods. “He took care of Ash’s father. Got him to leave.”

Shame swamps me, drags me under.

But Bernadette doesn’t stop looking at me.

“Is this how you walk around the apartment at night?”

“It’s my apartment,” I say.

I’m a little drunk and not thinking of the consequences. Again.

She wants no-strings fun before she leaves. She can fucking have it with me.

“Do you want to see more of me?” I step back and skim my fingers into my waistband. “I was too busy shoving myself inside you last night.”

“I’m not sure I can handle another romp like last night, to be honest.” She leans on the sink, holding her chest.

“I think you can handle me just fine.” I reach into my briefs, but she grips my palm over the fabric, dampened with precum at this point.

“Wait.” Her hand shifts, her fingers slowly wrapping around my length. “Oh my God,” she mumbles.

It turns to steel immediately, growing inside my briefs so hard so fast, it will pop out the side.

“Feel me, sugar.” I’m pulsing, aching for release.

As I’d been all damn day. With her hand on my dick, I hold her face and kiss her.

“You want some fun? I’m right here.”

Part of me wants to taste Ash on her lips. Damn, I want to savor them both with this one kiss.

Can I have them both?

The kiss deepens and her hold on my cockstrengthens.

I grab her ass, reminding myself how hard I took her last night. “Are you sore?”

“A little,” she moans. “I’d never been taken like that.”

“I could really use your lips around my cock until I come down your throat,” I breathe into her mouth. “Please say yes.”

“Right here?” She licks her lips. “In the kitchen?”

“Yes. Right here. Right now.” My hands close around her waist, and I remember how many layers are under this damn dress including a slip!

It will take too long to get her naked.

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