The thought of her being deprived of it made me feel damn-near feral. I edged closer to her on the limo’s smooth leather seats, relishing the way she didn’t pull away when our thighs touched.
My hand came up to brush a lock of hair off her cheek, then it slid naturally to cup her smooth jaw, cradling her there.
Frankie turned her face toward me, giving in to the comfort of my touch. Her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in to kiss her sweet mouth.
She gasped at first, a soft sound that only heightened the pleasure of tasting her. But she quickly rolled with the punches, sinking into me like she’d been waiting all her life to be kissed this way.
It was soft, adorably hesitant, but her lips knew what to do as mine guided them.
I couldn’t help but lean in, pulling her close to me with an arm around her waist and parting her lips with my eager tongue.
What had started sweet quickly became more sensual, more needy. She was trembling and so warm I could feel my skin itching to burst into flames.
I pulled her even closer until she was in my lap. She could definitely feel the way I was growing harder by the second, anticipating taking her the second we were within spitting distance of a bed. As much as my yearning cock wanted to sink into her now, be the first of the three of us Butera boys to feel the soft, yielding heat of her pussy, I knew it wouldn’t be fair.
I couldn’t stop kissing her, though. Not until the limo pulled to a stop that I barely noticed, and the door flew open, and a rough hand yanked me by the back of my shirt, separating my lips from hers by sheer force of will.
Fuck. Someone was pissed I was sampling the goods before my turn, and I was pretty sure I knew who it was.
4
ALEX
I pulled them apart with more force than I needed, yanking Devin back until I could see the dazed, pleasure-drunk look on his face. Which only made me angrier.
It was just like him to ignore propriety and manners and good sense, to go ahead and try to ravish the girl before we’d even gotten her home. Some of us had more self-control than that. No matter how sinfully touchable our little auction item looked.
Part of me thrummed with rage just because I hadn’t been the one to get to her first. But that was stupid.
This was just an arrangement. I didn’t have any reason to feel attached to this girl. I’d given up on feeling attached to anyone a long time ago.
“We’re here,” I barked at my colleague. I looked over the young woman we’d won, not spending any time on admiring the plump wetness of her just-kissed lips or the pink coloring of her cheeks or the heaving of her breasts as she caught her breath. She nearly cowered under my gaze, which was…interesting.
I knew I could be an intimidating man, and I didn’t hesitate to enjoy the surge of power I felt when I saw fear in a man’s eyes at the sight of me. But it was a different kind of thrill when those eyes were in the lovely face of this young woman we’d bought.
With some effort, I dragged my eyes to meet Devin’s. “Let’s get her inside before you deflower her in the goddamn limo.”
“Jealousy’s a bad look on you,” he wisecracked, and I ignored him as I turned on my heel and made my way toward my penthouse. I did take note when he said, “Come on, Frankie.”
The doorman of my building didn’t react to our special guest as Jon, Devin, and I made our way through an immaculate well-appointed building lobby and to the vast private elevator that would take us up several flights to my door.
Once I’d unlocked the door and its extensive security system, something tight in my chest loosened. The foyer of my home was gleaming, as per usual, and standing by an expensive console table was the tall redhead woman I’d trust with every detail of my life.
“Welcome home, Mr. Antonov,” my assistant, Darla, greeted me first. She gave the requisite greetings to my colleagues next. “Mr. Butera. Mr. Lay.”
“No need to stand on ceremony with me, baby,” Devin said as he came up to kiss her on the cheek. “Good to see you, Darling Darla.”
“Always charming,” came her sardonic reply, then she saw our girl, Frankie, and her catlike eyes seemed to glimmer. “And who do we have here, Alexei?”
“Our guest,” I answered coolly. “Have Jennings set the table for four, Darla.”
The woman was a true professional. She nodded tersely and went off to the penthouse’s kitchen to alert my chef it was time for dinner.
Frankie, to her credit, seemed to be taking this in stride. Jonathan pointed her to the powder room after she made an awkward, red-faced request, and that left me and my colleagues alone for the first time since before we even knew we were buying Frankie’s virginity tonight.
I leveled my gaze on each of the men in turn and ended up locking eyes with Jonathan.
“It may go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: we’re doing a job. Just like any other,” I said.
