Free The Highest Bidder by Jenika Snow Page A

purchasing more than one virgin. Andre never was a one-woman man. “The only reason I’m considering going is because she may know some of the other women there that had been from the auctions. It might be nice for her to see others she knows.”
    Griffin shrugged. “Well, if you decide not to go then when can we visit? I’d like to meet my sister-in-law.”
    “Give it a rest, Griff,” Nikolas all but barked out. “Let them have a bit of time alone. When he’s ready he’ll let us know.”
    Kristoff rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. Griffin was more adamant about things while Nikolas couldn’t care less. “Was that all you two wanted? If so a phone call would have saved you a trip.” Both of them exhaled and Kristoff dropped his hand and stare at them. “What?”
    “Nothing.” Nikolas shook his head and Griffin scowled. Both of them stood, their expressions angry. Griffin grabbed the glass and downed the rest of the alcohol.
    “Listen, give us a call if you’re going to Andre’s. I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you think. The last time I saw him it seemed he was really getting his shit together. He didn’t have that harem of females around and he was actually sober.”
    Kristoff snorted and looked out the window again. “Andre, sober? I don’t think those two words have ever been uttered together.” Andre didn’t just like to fuck, he also liked his coke. If he weren’t a key investor in many of Kristoff’s businesses, he would have written off their friendship a long time ago. As it was, even fucked up, Andre was one of the smartest men he knew. His knowledge of how to invest and when to bailout was incredibly accurate. It was either a gift or he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.
    “Yeah, an oxymoron, we know, but I saw him too and he really did look like he has his shit together.” Kristoff looked over at Nikolas. If his brother thought things had changed with their longtime friend maybe he really was different.
     
     

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    Kristoff closed the front door behind him and set his briefcase beside his feet. The house was bustling in preparation for dinner and the savory aromas filtering through the house made his stomach growl. Olga bustled by carrying a watering pitcher and he stopped her. “Do you know where Veronica is?”
    “Yes, Master Kristoff. The Madam has been in the master suite since after breakfast. She even took lunch in there.”
    “She did?”
    She nodded before going down one of the hallways.
    Kristoff felt his brows draw down at that revelation. Why had no one informed him of this? Was she ill? He took the stairs two at a time and pushed his bedroom door open. She lay on her belly in the center of the bed, her head resting in her hands as the muted television played in front of her. He could see she slept. He walked toward the bed and picked up the remote. Turning off the television, he watched the large flat screen disappear into the small opening in the floor. For several long moments he did nothing but stare at her. She was so very beautiful in her slumber. Her lips were slightly parted, the red fullness of them instantly causing him to become hard. The half-crescents of her lashes fell against her peach-colored cheeks. The effect made her seem so young and innocent.
    Hands going to the knot of his tie at his neck, he loosened it. The buttons of his shirt were next. She shifted in her sleep and rolled on to her back. The skirt she wore rolled up her smooth, creamy thighs and he swallowed roughly. Jesus Christ. He could see her panties, all white lace that gave him a prime shot of her slit. His cock went from semi-erect to a full blown, raging hard-on. Her shirt was twisted, the material showing a tantalizing view of her midriff. Breasts straining against the fabric, he could make out the stiff points of her nipples. His mouth watered for another taste of her, and his body ached to feel her clenching around him.
    “Veronica.” Her name came out of him