Free Bidding on the Billionaire by JM Stewart

neck, flicking out his tongue to taste her salty skin. “Mmm. I hoped we could talk.”
    A shiver ran through her. “A-about?”
    “You. And us. We need to finish discussing terms. You haven’t told me whether or not this is for just tonight or if you agree to the two weeks.”
    She stiffened. “Cade…”
    “But it can wait, because I can’t.” He let his hand wander beneath the surface of the water. He found her slippery folds, the little hot button she had her fingers all over already swollen.
    When they’d agreed to meet, he hadn’t anticipated the woman who’d shown up. He’d expected more of the same. A woman this side of too thin, who’d feed him a phony persona. Hannah had feminine curves he couldn’t get enough of, and she was real. Her boldness made him laugh. Her vulnerability called to a protectiveness within him. He’d hoped if he could get his hands on her for real, he could get his fill of her and end the insanity. Back home, he couldn’t think about anything but her and warning bells had begun to sound in his head. He liked her. Too much.
    He’d been wrong. One night would never be enough. He had a feeling he could lie with her in the dark, no sex at all, and still not get enough. Now, the simple, innocent sound of her whimpers drove him mad. Her body came alive beneath his touch. It made him want to roar from the damn rooftops or beat his chest.
    He circled her clit, unable to resist teasing her. When she moaned and rocked her hips forward, he plunged two fingers inside of her. As he pumped them in and out, he nibbled any part of her he could reach, her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her jaw.
    “I want to be here, Hannah. So damn deep inside you. I want to know the sounds you make when it’s me inside you instead of your fingers, and I want to know what you feel like clamping down around me when you come.”
    “God, yes.” She gasped, arching her back. Her hips rocked in time with the gentle thrust of his fingers. The harder he thrust into her, the harder she pushed against his hand. He let her have the moment. He couldn’t help himself. She was so damn beautiful. When the movement of her hips became a desperate jerking and her breathing grew harsh and ragged, he pulled his fingers away. When she went, he wanted to go with her, wanted to be buried deep inside of her, so he could absorb every luscious shudder.
    The fingers of her left hand clamped around his thigh. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    He nuzzled her cheek, her earlobe, all the while sliding his hands beneath her bottom. “You want me, baby?”
    Her head rocked on his shoulder. “ Need , Cade. I need you. Don’t stop.”
    “What’s the magic word?” It might be cruel to enjoy tormenting her as much as he did, but he couldn’t help himself. Watching her was addicting, even more so than their late-night chats. Every moan or sigh or shudder only magnified his own need. He wanted to make sure she never forgot this exchange. Maybe he’d never see her again, but he wanted her to look back on her time with him and be glad it happened.
    He flicked his tongue over her earlobe, then bit down softly. “Say it.”
    Her hips jerked, her head banging back against his shoulder. “Fuck me!”
    He slid down in the tub, arched his hips, and plunged into her. He meant to tease her, but her heat clamped around him, and she thrust against him, a wild bucking that drove him beyond the boiling point. He gripped her hips, trying to hold her still, to take it slow and prolong the pleasure for both of them. God, if he came inside of her…
    But she was hot and slick. She took what she wanted with abandon, used his cock to satiate her needs as if he were a toy, hers to do with as she pleased, and it was sexy as hell. Her response fueled the fire burning through him, and he lost his mind.
    He thrust harder, pushing deeper. Nothing mattered but the desperate need to shove her to the edge and take her over it. The sounds of their