She throws her paddle up in the air and calls out a price before he can even introduce one. Another man double our age does too. And so it goes for a couple of minutes that feel like hours. I break out in a cold sweat when I realize she might not win the table, and in this moment, my heart’s truest desire is that she wins. A fucking table. It’s my competitive nature. I’d take out the old geezer if this were a different kind of fight. Magnolia stands up, paddle in the air, and calls out an offer significantly higher than the last one he gave. The old man shakes his head and puts his paddle down in defeat.
“Sold, number one one niner,” the auctioneer calls when the bidding war concludes. I’m surprised I’m at the edge of my seat.
Leaning over, I realize she’s breathing heavily. “That was intense,” I remark.
“It always is,” she replies, smiling at me. “I knew you’d like it.”
“This table must really be worth something.” I narrow my eyes at the piece of furniture once more.
“I have to fix it up a bit, but it will so be worth it.” Her eyes light up.
I load the heavy set into the bed of her truck, and we’re back at her house in record time. I unload the table into her workshop garage as carefully as I can, and then we’re standing in the heat of her workspace, staring at each other. A drop of sweat rolls between her breasts, and I press my lips together. It reminds me of the last time we had sex. Hot sex. Sex that changed everything for me. It was sex so desperate and passionate that I can’t even view her sweat without getting turned on. “Going to give me a tour?” I ask, watching her mouth, gesturing to her house with a head movement.
She nods. “We have forty minutes before Kendall gets out of school. Let’s go.”
There is no actual tour. She locks the door of her bedroom the second we enter, retreats to the restroom for a brief moment and then moves toward me like a lioness. I don’t have time to speak a word. She’s on me.
TEN
Magnolia
I kisshim like my body doesn’t need oxygen. He kisses me like he might never taste me again. I thought it would be less desperate this time, but I feel the same wild connection as the first. Any time his fingers brush my bare skin, I react. His tongue is in my mouth, his hands are pinning mine above my head, and I’ve lost all thoughts except those of him. And us. Together.
The auction was nearly unbearable as the thoughts of what is happening right now were warping my senses. In every look, in every word spoken, Aidan conveyed how much he wanted me. As I explained patina finishes, he stared at my mouth like it was drawn by the hand of God. Or like maybe a Lladro figurine might pop out of my body. I doubt he remembers anything I said.
As his hand raises my shirt, his tongue slides up my collarbone and neck. I help pull the shirt over my head, and the cool air tickles my skin. “I’ve wanted to do this all day,” Aidan rasps, unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them, along with my panties, down my legs. He smells like soap and his deodorant—some fresh scent that makes me think dirty thoughts. “Since thelast time I had you naked,” he amends when I don’t respond, lost in my appraisal. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Magnolia.”
“I know what I want to be doing toyou,” I reply, grinning when I catch his gaze with mine. My stomach flips, and I hold my breath.
Aidan leans away, biting his bottom lip, in that desperately handsome way that makes me even wetter than I was seconds before. A monstrous feat, if we’re being honest. “Show me,” he says, muscles flexing as he raises himself off my body. “Show me what you want to do to me. Do we need the paddle?”
I shake my head. “Lie down on the bed,” I say. I make the rolling motion with my pointer finger. He flips over and removes the rest of his clothing. “If you think this is weird, tell me, but I’ve wanted to try this since our first date.” He didn’t let me do anything that night. My core clenches at the vivid memory.
He smiles and takes my face in his hands. “Nothing you can possibly do to me naked will I construe as anything except awesome. Promise. Let your freak flag fly.”
My heart is pounding out of my chest, and I hear my pulse in my ears. This isn’t a person I’ve ever been. Not with Paul. Not even with myself. This is the person I’m becoming. I feel strong and out of my element. As delicately as I can, I straddle his face backward, leaning forward to slide his dick into my mouth.
Aidan’s hands clasp tightly on my thighs. He pulls me down onto his face with a growl, and his lips and tongue are working my clit. It takes work to focus on my own task with his zeal for his job, the warmth from his tongue diving into my most sensitive places. I glide my hand up and down his shaft as I try to be careful with my teeth. No one ever tells you how hard it is to have something in your mouth without letting your teeth meet said object. Just another impossible standard women are supposed to live up to.
Aidan pauses his assault to readjust his grip, lifting me and lowering me at a different angle. “I could eat this pussy all day,” he says, lapping at me languidly.
My breath catches, and I pick up my pace, moving my tongue against the side of his shaft. Whatever he says next is muffled by my body and his ferocious head movements. I come apart, shaking, moments later. His lips relax, his tongue licks slower, his grip loosens. I can’t help but stop sucking him, my body won’t allow it during the post-orgasm haze. “How are you so good at that?” I sigh, letting the haze of lust eat me alive.
“Eating is my favorite sport.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “I live for cheat day, and you’re the best treat.”
“I need to finish for you,” I sigh, catching my breath. Aidan slides a finger inside me. “I didn’t anticipate being this distracted. It’s your fault.” Closing my eyes, I’m a slave to the pleasure he’s giving me. A moan slips.
His chuckle slides over my body like a sedative. Or maybe it’s because he’s stroking my G-spot, but my whole body fires at his touch. I rock back onto his finger. “Want another one?” Aidan says, his tone low and gravelly. He takes my movement as my response and inserts another.
“This isn’t me finishing,” I moan, halfheartedly bobbing on his dick.
“This view is finishing me, Magnolia. Looking at you, having you like this. Resisting every urge to put my cock where my fingers are.”
“Fuck me, then.” It’s agonizing, but I slide forward, causing his fingers to leave my body, and turn to face him, my hands on either side of his hips. His face is flushed, and his lips are parted. That half-mast gaze tells me how much restraint he’s using, and it’s enough to make my core clench. “If you want to, that is,” I add.
He flashes a grin and coaxes me up his rippled body. I detour around his clutching arms to fish out a condom from the pack in my nightstand I bought for an occasion such as this. I hold it up, victorious. “For you,” I say, handing it to him. “First time shopping for them, but I got the kind I saw you had.” I beam proudly at my accomplishment.
“You put it on,” he says, glancing at his watch as he speaks. “Wait. We only have fifteen minutes, never mind, I rescind my offer.” He snatches it, tears it open with his teeth, and has his throbbing dick sheathed in mere seconds. I’m still standing next to the bed, wide-eyed, shocked at the speed in which he completed the job. “Get over here. I want you.”
