Auctioned to the Billionaire

He wiggles his eyebrows and shakes his head. “Not at all. That fancy penthouse you screamed and moaned and came all over a few nights ago? I own that building too.” Of course, he does. It seems like he owns just about everything in my life. Opening the door, he steps out into the hallway, his detached, business-like smile a 180 from the one that sets fire to my veins.

Who the hell am I kidding?

Even this expression is plenty to ignite my body.

“Thank you for meeting with me, Miss York, and I’m sorry about your customers.” I don’t buy his pleasant demeanor for a second. “Until next time.”

7

Jackson

I see Felicity twice over the next five days, and my dick starts to despise me for this game of tease and denial. When Callista calls, I have Elaine, my secretary, tell her I’m out of town. I don’t want to fuck another woman while I’m waiting for Flick. I want green eyes, perky tits, and that perfect ass I’ve fantasized about pounding until she’s slick and speaking languages she never knew existed. No other body—no other woman—will do. I haven’t felt this way about someone since my ex-wife, Jessica. She’d demanded and needed until I couldn’t do it anymore, but I had still wanted her even after she took off to be with the old bastard she’s with now.

Flick is different, though. She’s selfless and sweet, the kind of woman who wants to give, not take. I can imagine putting babies in her belly. Waking up every morning to her little smile and her open legs as she invites me in.

Fuck, what am I thinking? A couple of weeks without getting my dick wet and I’m imagining matrimony with a college girl and a house full of kids.

Focusing my attention on the memory of her body, my cock is in my hand beneath my desk when my secretary pokes her head in my office eight days after the end of the auction.

“Mr. Cade—”

“What?” I snarl. My mood is in the shitter because my balls are full. I thought she would’ve given in by now, but Flick doesn’t like to go down without a fight. It drives me crazy. It makes me want her twice as much. Brings me back to those unwanted thoughts that are dangerous.

“Felicity York is here to speak with you,” Elaine announces hesitantly, lowering her eyes to the floor. “Should I tell her you’re away like you had me tell Callista?”

I really am going out of town on business—I’m leaving for New York tonight—but there’s no way in hell I’m taking off without seeing Felicity. “Send her in. And Elaine?” She peers around the edge of the door. “I apologize for being short.”

She’d worked for my father before I took over, and it’s common knowledge he treated her—and all the other women on his staff—like shit unless they were on his fuck list. And if they were on his fuck list and he succeeded, he treated them even worse. I don’t want to be anything like that bastard. Besides, it’s not Elaine’s fault I’m so un-fucked I’m starting to see Flick in a new light and jacking off under my desk.

Elaine smiles. “It’s okay, Mr. Cade. I understand you’re stressed.”

If only she knew. The source of my stress struts into my office a minute or two later, looking prim and virginal in a bright yellow sundress. “Close that behind you,” I order, and she complies, shutting the door before she perches herself in the chair in front of my desk “To what do I owe this … pleasure?”

“I came to give you this.” She reaches into the side of her bag and withdraws a folded envelope. I open it to find a cashier’s check for $20 thousand. “I believe that settles my father’s debt. It’s been over a week since we … since you placed the winning bid.”

She sounds a little too smug pointing out her precious V-card is still intact and she’s proven me wrong by not begging me to take it yet. “I see the money cleared.” Her cheeks flush the sexiest shade of pink as she nods and licks her lips. My poor dick can’t stand the pressure, and I readjust myself. “I’ll get my attorney to work on the deed while I’m gone.”

Confusion knits her beautiful brow. “You’re going away?”

“Don’t look so sad, Little Flick. I promise I’ll always come back.” I doubt anything can keep me away from her at this point. Getting up, I walk around to her side of the desk. She starts to say something, but then she zeroes in on my cock bulging in my pants. “Don’t look so shocked. I was thinking about you, sweet.”

“About me?” she stutters. I nod slowly, taking her hand and pressing it against my hard length. I work her fingers up and down my shaft through my pants, clenching my jaw because her touch is a disaster waiting to happen. My patience is so thin and her fingers are so hesitant. “When will you be back?” she asks breathlessly.