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A soft sigh of delight fell from her lips and I swapped over paying attention to the other. Turning her around again, I walked blindly in the direction of my bedroom. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked again.
“McKenna Low, if you don’t fuck me this time, I’ll go to the papers myself and tell them you’ve got the biggest limp dick this side of the Mississippi.” Taking that as a yes, I walked her into my room and laid her down on the bed, pulled her ass to the edge and sunk my face between her legs.
Taking a deep draw of her scent I inhaled until my lungs were full and relished in her arousal. My thumbs slid under the string of her thong, quickly teasing it down her legs and discarded it behind me. Charlotte smiled a confident, seductive smile with a gleam in her eyes that I’d learned to recognize. She was definitely turned on.
Her hands grabbed fistfuls of hair when I put my mouth on her sweet, swollen pussy, and I knew there was no going back from this. Helping myself to another small taste, the groan of pure ecstasy that fell from my lips and the way her back arched was sensational. As I sunk my tongue into her pussy, she grabbed my hair and rolled her hips toward my face in her effort to get closer.
When I saw her response and felt her frustration, this encouraged me further, so I slid my tongue back and forth along the length of her slit and tightened my grip around her thighs to keep her in place.
Charlotte knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. She chased her orgasm by alternating a series of movements between gyrating her hips, and rocking back and forth, until she bucked when the sensation drove her over the edge. As she came strongly, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked her hard, making her scream in ecstasy. Damn.
Taking my time, I slid my cool finger into her warm wet entrance, pulled it back then inserted two. She was tight— very wet but fucking tight—and my cock pulsed in urgent anticipation. Going in gently I felt her pussy walls clamp down as she pulled them in. “Oh, my. Is all this for me?” I teased at the cum soaking her entrance.
From that point on, I quickened my pace and sucked at her tits, neck, stomach, and thighs, and within seconds rather than minutes later, she fell over the edge once again. The sound of her screaming bounced all around the room and made my cock jump. I smiled in satisfaction at the hot mess she looked beneath me when she came. She looked so fucking beautiful.
As I sat back on my heels and pumped at my cock, readying myself for the much-needed action awaiting me, I shoved back the huge list of reasons why I shouldn’t continue, and leaned forward, lining myself up with her entrance. Usually, emotions never played into the physical act unless I wanted them to, but with her no matter what I did, I couldn’t appear to turn them off.
Regarding me with wide eyes, confusion flickered within them and a groan caught in my throat. In that second my need to be inside her ripped through me and I couldn’t wait a minute longer. Easing my hands underneath her ass I drew her back toward me and a low agonized groan of pleasure shattered the silence in the room. A second later I realized the noise was from me.
Immediately, I reached the hilt and sunk balls deep inside her. The confusion I’d read in her eyes before I slid inside her, turned to burning desire.
“Oh, God, you feel incredible,” I muttered, riding her bare. It hadn’t even occurred to me to wrap my cock with her. For a second it crossed my mind, but we were both risk takers. If the weekend had taught me anything, it was if I was going to take a risk with anyone in the future, it was going to be with her. The tight feeling in my chest was unfamiliar because I wanted to own her.
Beginning soft and slow, I savored the feel of her soft, warm body, but it wasn’t long before this wasn’t enough, and I had a desperate need to possess her: body, mind, and soul. For the whole time I was part of her I did own her. Every kiss, touch, sigh, and groan, were from her to me. Hearing my name on her lips as her neck extended and her eyes rolled as she came felt like the greatest reward she could have given me for my efforts.
Eventually I pulled out, exploding in long ribbons of cum on her gorgeous flat stomach, and collapsing in a heap by her side. Soaked in sweat, our breaths ragged from all our exertion, Charlotte rolled her head and looked at me. She let out a sated sigh and smiled slowly.
Staring in silence, we lay watching each other recover; her chest heaving as her breathing at first came fast, then shallow, and eventually slow and deep. I gazed into her eyes wondering what she was thinking. Then I wondered if she was doing the same. Then I wondered what we did next.
* * *
If I’d expected communication to be awkward following sex with Charlotte, I couldn’t have been more wrong. With frustration and tension no longer at the forefront, we fell into a much easier, more truthful, level of conversation.
My initial thoughts about staying another night were changed at Charlotte’s request because she had an important meeting at the bank around noon the following day. Seeing a window of opportunity to finish the weekend on the right note, I had agreed it was probably for the best if we flew back that night.
Less than two hours later, we were packed and boarded my plane, taxiing down a runway at Denver Airport, and on our way back to Norfolk. Charlotte fell asleep minutes after we took off and I guess I must have quickly followed.
I woke when I felt her hand close over my mine. Rolling my head to the side, I saw her face inches from mine in the seat next to me. She wet her lips and my gaze fell to them. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to mine. Pulling back with a sad expression on her face, she hesitated for a moment then sighed.
“We’re nearly home, but I just wanted to say something before we land.”
Sitting up straight in my seat, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and ran my hand through my hair. Reaching over, I tucked a strand of hers behind her ear then smoothed it down. Not being able to help myself, I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip in a stroke of affection. I knew I’d never get over how adorable she was.
“Shoot.”
“I know this was only a weekend, McKenna. I know that I paid for your time. But I want you to know, it wasn’t about the money, the charity, or anything else. I really did want to spend time with you again.”
I shook my head because it meant a lot to me she was being honest about what her motives were for the date.
“You never have to worry. I’d never speak to anyone about what happened between us tonight. It was very special to me. You’re special to me. You always have been.”
“Special… I like that, Charlie.” I said and sat quietly for a minute.
“As we’re laying our cards out, I have something I want to get off my chest as well.”
Her eyes ticked over my face for a moment.
“The way I feel about you isn’t like how I feel about women in general. You really are different. And… I can’t change what happened to your guy, but I’d really like to see you in my future. I get that it's early days and you say you’ll never feel the same about anyone else, but like you said, life goes on. I know I’m going away and I hate messy endings; however, I’d kick my own ass if I didn’t tell you what was inside my heart.”
The pulse on Charlotte’s neck raced, and I knew I was taking a risk, but after the previous three days I knew if I didn’t, I may never have gotten the chance to say my piece.
“I want to know you, Charlotte. I mean really know you. But you know I’ll need to leave… for now. I guess what I’m asking is, despite what you said before, do you think there’s a chance I could be more?”
Tears instantly sprang to her gorgeous brown eyes, and they filled to the brim. “Honestly, McKenna?” She held her breath for a moment and I found myself holding mine. She sighed as she struggled for the right words. A lump of emotion grew in my throat and I swallowed it back. My heart slowed right down in preparation for the impact of the monumental rejection I felt she’d deliver.
When she’d gathered her thoughts, she took a long, shuddery breath and flashed me a smile of delight, “You have no idea w
hat this means to me. After what happened… you know, with my plans, I truly believed my life was over. If being buried up there on the mountain taught me anything, it was not just that life went on. I also realized how much I wanted to live.”
“Sweetheart, I’m really glad to hear you say that.” I replied, feeling elated she saw a better future.
“Let me finish. I know what I said before, but after my fiancé’s death, I never imagined being happy with anyone else until this weekend… and despite everything that’s happened, you’ve made me feel happy inside. I’ve had feelings I never thought I’d feel with any other man. So yes, McKenna, providing you treat me right and we can figure out some time to be together; I’d love to get to know you better.”
We may only have had one weekend together, but I knew that Charlotte’s reply was all the motivation I needed to give us hope for the future. She may have bought me as a date, but in buying us time we both ended our date with the feeling it was just the start of something good.
The End.
The Bid on Love series unites the talents of eight romance authors to bring you stories that will leave you breathless and begging for more!
Book 1: Souled by KL Shandwick
Book 2: Going, Going Gone by Samantha A. Cole (Coming June 4th)
Book 3: Joker by M.A. Stone (Coming June 18th)
Book 4: A Chance at L.O.V.E. by KL Myers (Coming July 2nd)
Book 5: For Her Amusement by Heather Anne (Coming July 16th)
Book 6: Stab at Love by Kristine Mason (Coming July 30th)
Book 7: Bidding on the Bodyguard by Kristi Avalon (Coming August August 13th)
Book 8: Afraid of Love by Annelise Reynolds (Coming August 27th)
Other Books by K.L. Shandwick
The Everything Trilogy
Enough Isn’t Everything
Everything She Needs
Everything I Want
Other books in connection with
The Everything series
Love With Every Beat
Just Jack
Everything Is Yours
Exhale and Move On
Last Score Series
Gibson’s Legacy
Trusting Gibson
Gibson’s Melody (A novella to accompany the Last Score series)
Ready For Flynn Series
Ready for Flynn, Part 1
Ready For Flynn, Part 2
Ready For Flynn, Part 3
Flying Under the Radar (A novella to accompany the Ready For Flynn series.
Standalone Books
Missing Beats
Notes on Love
Free to Breathe
Acknowledgments
Publicist: KL Shandwick
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K.L. Shandwick’s Bio
Writing came relatively later in life for K.L. Shandwick after a challenge by a friend led to The Everything Trilogy and now she loves creating new storylines.
Her characters have flaws and she hopes this helps the connection between them and her readers. K.L. enjoys the journeys the stories take her on during the creation process and each has his or her own voice. She also doesn't use prepared outlines for her stories preferring the characters to take their own direction as the story progresses. These days K.L. lives in the Yorkshire countryside and writes full-time.
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