“No. Here.” I reach into my inside jacket pocket and hand her an envelope. “There’s ten grand in there, just as I promised. That’s for you. There’s also a debit card in there. There’s plenty of money in that account for whatever the bid will be. It’s a business account, so it will just run through like a credit card.”
Her eyes drop as she takes the envelope and puts it inside the little silver clutch purse she’s carrying. When she looks back up, her warm brown eyes sparkle and all I want to do is pull her into me and taste those cherry lips.
“Okay. Happy we could help each other out.”
The pulsing in my balls nearly doubles me over as she looks back down the hall to where the sound of the event is gaining momentum.
“Guess I should go get registered. Or whatever it’s called.” She turns and steps away, and my hand darts out to grab her bare arm.
“Wait.” I pull her into me, knowing she must feel my need. “You feel that?” I press my erection into her hip and listen to her shuttered gasp. “Just so you know. This isn’t just business. Not for me.”
Her eyes snap wide as I watch her face switch between shock and understanding. She makes no attempt to shrink back. In fact, she leans into me slightly and I know right now, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this girl mine.
“Maybe it is for me,” she retorts with a seductive smirk, shifting her hips against me, raising the question of whether her words or her body is telling the truth.
“You may be able to feel what you’re doing to me in that fucking sexy dress, but I bet under all those layers of red silk, there’s a wet pussy that would tell me I may be doing the same thing to you.”
She shrugs as I lean down and drag my lips up her neck. “Too bad you’ll never know.”
“Don’t be so sure.” I switch my lips for my teeth, listening to her breath hitch as I back her against the wall, drawing in her sweet, floral scent.
I clutch the back of her neck with one hand, the other gripping at the length of her dress, drawing it upward until I feel the silky-smooth skin of her thigh, and her head falls back against the wall on a little choked yelp.
I nudge her legs apart with my knee, my lips against her ear. “I’m about to know…” I slide my hand up, feeling the softness of her inner thighs as the sounds of the crowd grow. I’ve got my back to the hall, making sure no one else can see what’s mine.
I’m out of my mind, but I give her a moment…
One.
Two.
Three.
“Oh my God…” Her words are a warm whisper against my cheek as I drag my knuckles against the strip of fabric between her legs, making her body jerk as one of her hands clutches at my upper arm.
“Not just wet. Soaked. You are naughty and nice. The perfect combination.” I trade my knuckles for the tips of my fingers, finding that valley of her outer lips and pressing harder, rubbing until her breath is shaking and I shift back to see her face pink and her eyes dazed.
I want to drag her out of here right now and put my mouth on the wetness that coats my fingers, but we do have business that awaits. Hopefully, just knowing she’s drenched for me will be enough to carry me through the evening until I can convince her of what’s going to come next.
I bring my lips to brush hers, dropping my hand from between her legs and pressing my fingers to her lips.
“Open.” She complies and I slip my fingers into her mouth, pulsing them in and out before exchanging their point position with my lips.
I drift my tongue into her mouth, tasting her there, and nearly spill my cum in my pants before pulling back, standing her upright and kissing her forehead.
“You ready?” I ask as her breaths come in short bursts.
“Yes. And no. But I’ve already taken your money, so a deal is a deal.” She blinks, her eyes alive and confident as she twists her lips into a grin.
“That’s my girl,” I finish, taking her hand and leading her down the hallway and into our future.
Chapter 6
Bria
I should be scared of Martel, but I’m not.
He’s pushy. Possessive.
I shouldn’t like how he makes me feel. But I do.
I’ve never been so daring, letting him put his hand under my dress, touch me, make me taste myself…I’m not a helpless girl, but I’m not experienced either.
In fact, I’m not experienced at all outside of a few kisses and some amateur over-the-clothes fumbling at a couple parties after graduation, which was at best awkward and at worst gag-inducing.