Free The Highest Bidder by Sommer Marsden Page A

both laughing but in a needy rushed way as they switched. When Casey had him under her, she splayed her palms on his hard chest and, even through his nice fancy shirt, she could feel his heart pounding.
    She sank down on him slowly, watching the feed of his cock into her body. Watching the way he bit his lip to keep control and his hands restlessly balled into fists on the leather seat. She put her hands over his hands and forced him to be still.
    ‘Let me,’ she said and pressed her breasts to him, kissing him. ‘And when we get home, I want to do this all again. Utterly naked. Not like horny teenagers.’
    Nick chuckled, grabbed her wild mess of long hair and tugged her in for a kiss. His tongue stroked over hers and Casey could feel the urgency of his impending release on that kiss. ‘Admit it, though. Horny teenagerdom is fun?
    She rotated her hips in a slow sensuous dance, feeling the grind of his pelvic bone to her clitoris. Feeling the friction of his cock in her most sensitive places. Feeling the power of her emotions and how much she cared for him already. It was overwhelming to her and even though she was supposed to be in charge, she let his hands go when the force of her release hit and he grabbed her hips to hold her tight. Driving up under her, he watched her face and when he came he just said, ‘Casey … Casey.’

Chapter Ten

    ‘TAKE ME HOME,’ SHE whispered. ‘You have to do my bidding. I’m the highest bidder.’
    Nick shook his head, smiling as he drove her car through the light rain that had started. It was late afternoon and the car smelled like sex. Which turned her on.
    ‘You were the only bidder,’ he reminded her.
    ‘Yeah, what was that about? That makes zero sense.’
    He turned on to her street and parked in the driveway. Casey had never been so happy to be such a short distance from the Manchester Hotel.
    He cut the engine and turned to her. Her panties were sticking out of her purse and cool air was drifting up under her skirt. She wanted him again. It was an almost violent need.
    She grabbed him and kissed him hard, tugging his hair so a rumble sounded in his chest.
    ‘I told you that would happen,’ he said.
    ‘Bullshit,’ Casey said. She unlocked the door and kicked it wide before remembering her “bare ass naked under her skirt” status. Hopefully, none of her neighbours were watching. ‘I smell a rat. A very short but adorable rat named Annie.’
    ‘Five thousand dollars!’ He laughed, almost chasing her up the walkway. Casey let out a squeal and when he managed a just-rough-enough swat on her ass, she shrieked like a lunatic.
    New love …
    It hit her like a fist but she kept going. She refused to let herself freak out.
    ‘It was my five thousand dollars,’ she said to him, barely managing to shove her key in the door before he pressed himself up against her and hustled her in.
    ‘No. It was mine.’
    She shook her head and dropped her purse by the door. ‘Nope. Yours is in my purse. I’ll be writing them a cheque. I bought you, boy.’ She tugged his collar and pushed big burly Nick to the wall. Then she smashed her body to his, feeling the hardness of his chest under her breasts and the rising ridge of his cock to her pussy lips.
    ‘There’s way too much fabric between us,’ he said.
    ‘I agree.’ Casey yanked his tie loose and started on the buttons.
    ‘It’ll be faster if we just–’
    She kissed him fiercely, running her tongue over his plump kiss-bruised lips and broke free to ditch her skirt and her blouse and everything else in her way in an untidy heap.
    Naked, they hit the sofa with a soft exhalation of air and more urgent kisses.
    ‘Turn around.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Turn. Around.’ His eyes were darker blue when he was insistent.
    She turned her back to him thinking he’d get up behind her. Fuck her doggie style. Instead, he pulled her so she straddled his face. His charming pink tongue darted out and she watched on hands and knees as he