Auctioned to the Billionaire

“My car. I can put my car up as collateral.”

“The same car that wouldn’t start for you this morning?”

Her lips move like they’re trying to find the right thing to say, and I fist my hands to stop myself from reaching out to touch them. They’re as perfect as the rest of her—soft, ripe, and begging to be fucked. “You have so much, Mr. Cade. Surely waiting another six months won’t hurt you or your business. Your father worked with us.”

“I’m not my father. You want more time? Give me something worth mine.”

“I’m sorry, but what—”

“Your pussy, Miss York. That’s what I want as collateral.” Giving in, I caress the pad of my thumb over the center of her lips. She loses her breath, and when she finds it again, the tip of her tongue grazes me. “This mouth. Every hole in that delectable body of yours. That’s what I want.”

Felicity jerks away, pinching her lip between her teeth, tasting my touch. She has no words—I didn’t expect her to—but it’s all there in her expression. Are you kidding me?

“Not at all.” Her nostrils flare. Until this morning, I’ve never met a woman who seemed outraged at the thought of me fucking her until her cunt can’t take another inch. The fact this one is sneering at my proposition wounds my ego. “I’d say a promissory note in the form of you dripping wet around my cock is more beneficial to me than a car that’ll give out. You’ll give out, Flick, but not until we’re both well-fucked and satisfied.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” she blurts out, jumping to her feet, her firm tits bouncing in her tight pink shirt. “I’ll figure out another way.”

“You want something for nothing, Miss York. I don’t think you’ll figure out much.”

Just as I stand, she whirls toward me. Her delectable body collides into mine, and I steady her with my hands. For someone who just shot me down without a second thought, she’s sure as hell taking her time crawling out of my arms, so I take advantage of our position. My fingers slip down her back to her ass.

Personally, I’m a breast man, but Little Flick’s ass… I can picture my face buried there, too.

She sways slightly, a little cry escaping her throat. “Mr. Cade … please?”

“I want you.”

“You can’t want someone you don’t even know,” she argues. “And you can’t expect me to want you when I don’t know a damn thing about you.”

“But you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Cheeks on fire, she shifts her eyes from mine but doesn’t pull out of my arms. I grind our hips together. I’m blessed—no, fuck being modest, I have a big dick that’s never failed to conquer and please—and a shiver ripples through her.

“I’ll give you more than any man who’s ever touched that sweet pussy,” I promise. She closes her eyes. Parts her lips. Moans. “I’ll fuck you so good, so hard, so right, you’ll forget there’s life outside my bedroom.”

Her eyes fly open. She slices me with an angry stare then snaps, “And let me guess? You always get what you want?”

“Always.”

Small hands shove my chest and she backs away from me. “Sorry to disappoint, Mr. Cade, but I’m not for sale.”

“Everything is for sale,” I counter. She grabs her purse from her chair and stalks to the door. “Especially if it’s something I desire.”

Flames dance behind her green eyes when she whips around one last time to look at me. “You won’t get our place.”

Returning to my desk, I pick up the phone to call Nate, my head of security. I want to know everything there is about Felicity York and I want it today.

Nate barges into my office a half an hour later, toting a manila folder and grinning like he’s just had his dick sucked. “Either you just settled the score with Taryn in accounting or you’ve got what I asked for.”

“I’ve been fucking Taryn for the last two weeks.” He arches an eyebrow and nods his shiny bald head to his folder. “This? This is all about your girl.”

I’ve known Nathan Boyer for twenty years when I met him at boarding school in Connecticut. He was small then, a punching bag for the older shits, but I had no problem fucking up a few faces defending him. He’s the smartest son-of-a-bitch I know and, thanks to a strict workout regimen, looks like he ate his old self four or five times. He’s a jack of all trades, so when I took over Cade Enterprises, he was the first person I called to work for me.

I’ve never regretted that decision, and days like this remind me I probably never will.

“That was quick,” I say.

“I’m the best.” He drops the folder in front of me. “Don’t ever forget that shit.”