washing over me like a tidal wa一ve.
washing over me like a tidal wa一ve.
“Twenty-four thousand dollars, to the lovely lady in
silver, going once, going twice . . . Sold!”
Holy shit, did I really just do that? It must be the alcohol.
I’ve had champagne plus four glasses of four different
wines. I glance up at Christian who’s busy applauding.
Crap, he’s going to be so angry, and we’ve been getting
on so well. My subconscious has finally decided to make
an appearance, and she’s wearing her Edvard Munch
Scream face.
Christian leans over to me, a large fake smile plastered
across his face. He kisses my cheek and then moves
closer to whisper in my ear in a very cold, controlled
voice.
“I don’t know whether to worship at your feet or
spank the living shit out of you.”
Oh, I know what I want right now. I gaze up at him,
blinking through my mask. I just wish I could read what’s
in his eyes.
“I’ll take option two, please,” I whisper frantically as
the applause dies down. His lips part as he inhales sharply.
Oh that chiseled mouth—I want it on me, now. I ache
Oh that chiseled mouth—I want it on me, now. I ache
for him. He gives me a radiant sincere smile that lea一ves me
breathless.
“Suffering, are you? We’ll ha一ve to see what we can do
about that,” he murmurs as he runs his fingers along my
jaw.
His touch resonates deep, deep inside where that ache
has spawned and grown. I want to jump him right here,
right now, but we sit back to watch the auction of the next
lot.
I can barely sit still. Christian drapes an arm around my
shoulders, his thumb rhythmically stroking my back,
sending delicious tingles down my spine. His free hand
clasps mine, bringing it to his lips, then letting it rest on his
lap.
Slowly and surreptitiously, so I don’t realize his game
until it’s too late, he eases my hand up his leg and against
his erection. I gasp, and my eyes dart in panic around the
table, but all eyes are fixed on the stage. Thank hea一vens
for my mask.
Taking full advantage, I slowly cares
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