My cock presses against my zipper as I swallow hard, trying to convince myself to look away before she drops her arms to the side, but I don’t.
“What are you doing here?” she snaps as I stay glued to the hallway mirror, staring at her full, perky breasts. Her dark purple nipples point outward and bounce as she shimmies her curves into a tight red dress, and my cock responds accordingly.
“Are you psycho or something?” she adds, tugging the dress back and forth until the V-cut in the neck is aligned with her cleavage.
I turn back, drinking in the picture in front of me, though hating that it’s meant for someone else.
How the hell is she so damn beautiful? How the hell is it that one woman got so many perfect attributes? Silky blonde hair, a pretty face, thick hips, big, ripe tits, and that soft, creamy little pussy.
My cock is going to explode as she steps past me close enough that the floral perfume she wears fills my nostrils with jealousy.
I can’t take it anymore.
My balls are tight, my cock is embarrassingly hard, and my heart is about to pound out of my chest. “I know about the virgin auction,” I blurt with zero context.
“What?” She stares at me, blue eyes wide as the sun filters in through the side windows of her tiny apartment.
“There was a drunk lady next to you at the bar. She told me everything.”
Ivy laughs under her breath as she grabs a pair of small gold earrings from a dish by the door. “Do you even hear yourself? Also, I called Benny, and he said you’re full of shit. Heneverasked you to watch me.”
I step closer. “Stop diverting. We’re talking about how you’re selling yourself online. Your body,” I glance down at her perfect shape and up again, soaking in the way the dress accentuates every damn curve, “why?”
“I don’t owe you anything, Ryker.” She swings open the door. “Get out.”
My mind blanks for a second as I stare at her. I’m usually calm, levelheaded, the one folks go to when they need something done with the least amount of emotional drama… but that guy isn’t here anymore.
My stomach clenches, my heart rate kicks, and all I can see is another man’s hands all overmyIvy, another man’s lips on hers, another man’s gross fucking cock inside of her, taking her innocence, helping himself to her most private places.
My face burns, my chest aches, and I want to find this man and make him wish he were never born.
I step forward, my body moving before my brain has made the decision as to what comes next. “No,” I growl, wrapping my arm around her waist as I lift her chin to meet my gaze. “I won’t let you.”
She stares up at me, blinking through long lashes, the warmth of her body closer than ever, her hard pearled nipples poking against my chest. “Or what? You kidnap me? You lock me in a basement and throw away the key?”
“If I have to.”
“Yeah?” She grins softly. “Well, I’m owed to a man now. A man who’spaidfor my virginity, so… I have a feeling he might come looking if I don’t show up.”
“Why would you do this?”
She glances down then up again, her tone soft and less annoyed as she says, “I need a jumpstart. My apartment smells like a pizza buffet, and we both know I’m never getting out of it if I don’t get a decent job, but a nine to five isn’t for me.”
“Okay,” I narrow my brows and stare toward her, “what do you want?”
“A house. Some land. A little farm.” She blinks up at me, her dark red lips pouted slightly. “This money helps me get all that started.”
“I’ll buy you the fucking land, Ivy.” I groan low and press her body closer to mine without thought. “You’re not going. This guy wants to come looking, let him.”
She swallows hard. “I don’t want your money. I want you to get out of my way.” Her light blue eyes glitter in the afternoon sun as she stares up at me with the defiant little look she’s so good at.
“If you’re insisting on doing something stupid, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Now I’m stupid?”
I shake my head and stare down at her, my gaze flickering from her eyes to her mouth and back again. “Meeting up with this creep is stupid. You don’t know who the fuck he is.”
“Yeah, that’s the point. It’s anonymous. I get paid, and he gets to do all the kinky little things he wants with a virgin pussy.” She shrugs as she speaks, as though it’s no big deal, like her virginity is nothing special, nothing sacred, nothing worth holding onto.
