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him as he took them into the bathroom. Settling her on the toilet, Bradley turned on the taps in the bath and squirted a decent amount of bubble bath into the water.
    When the bath was full enough, he turned the taps off and picked Cassidy up. He stepped into the tub and sat down slowly, sliding them into the hot water.
    Cassidy leant her head on his shoulder and he held her, the water soothing her tired muscles. This felt really good. So good she didn't want to get out when the time came.
    Bradley stroked her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
    "Marry me." He whispered.
    Cassidy wasn't sure she had heard right. She stared up and stared at him.
    "What?"
    "Marry me, Cassidy." Bradley cupped her cheek in his hand and smiled. "I know it's early but it feels right. I want you with me every day. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want everything you can give me."
    Cassidy didn't need to think. She put her arms round his neck and kissed him.
    "Yes. Yes, I will marry you." She shifted round until she was straddling his lap. "And will you make me yours in every way?"
    Bradley's eyes flared. He growled and lowered her onto his cock, eliciting a moan from Cassidy.
    "I will."
    He latched onto her breast, nipping at the sensitive skin. His hips thrust slowly into her and Cassidy closed her eyes as she rode him, the angle making him go deeper.
    Bradley kissed a path up to her throat, licking a line along her neck. Cassidy squirmed on his lap and arched into him as Bradley's teeth scraped against her skin.
    When he bit down, her orgasm hit her hard. She clutched onto Bradley as he left his mark, writhing on his cock as he thrust into her. Once the pinch of the bite was over, it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
    She was still climaxing when Bradley pulled away, licking the mate marks, and thrust one last time.
    ***

PREVIEW OF ‘AUCTIONED TO THE SERPENT’ BY ASHLEY HUNTER
     
     
    The Auction
     
    Ren Riceluk looked at herself in the full-length mirror and wasn't sure what she was looking at. She didn't know if she was staring at herself or a stranger.
    The Ren she knew had never looked this beautiful. She was pretty, that much she would admit to, and she had curves that she loved and used them to her advantage. But she didn't wear finery such as the red silk gown that she had been fitted with for that evening. The dress had to cost two thousand dollars at best; she couldn't afford anything about five hundred dollars if she was lucky. A teacher's salary didn't allow her much finery.
    So when her friend Alasia told her that they would supply the dresses for the few minutes they would be up on stage, Ren had decided to make the most of it. You only live once, she surmised. And it was for a good cause.
    She might as well look good for a few minutes before everything went pear-shaped for her.
    "Do you mind?" Ren felt a sharp nudge to her arm. "I can't see the mirror."
    Ren muttered an apology and stepped away, watching as Anslee Thompson flaunted into view and checked herself for the umpteenth time, making sure that the low-cut of her violet silk dress was low enough on her small breasts and the skirt was above her knees. Ren had seen Anslee move to the mirror more than a dozen times since she had entered the room two hours ago and it was always to check that what she had adjusted five minutes before was not out of place.
    The other young women kept away from her but Anslee kept swanning around, loudly reminding people who her father was and that she was going to bag the most money for the bachelorette charity auction.
    Ren had quietly kept to herself. But it seemed like her attempt to keep out of the spiteful young woman's way was going to be for naught.
    Anslee glanced at her in the mirror as she leant forward to check her cleavage, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
    "What are you doing here?"
    "I'm part of the bachelorette auction."
    As were all the other women in the room but