Page 76 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

I had dated Myers, one of the most popular, richest, frat boys on campus. I’d been named captain of the dance team as a sophomore, before everything fell apart for me. I’d gotten a job at Sugar as soon as Carmen had seen me. Literally. I walked through the door to one of her ‘interest meetings’ where, she told me later, she only picks the best, prettiest, hottest, girls to be in the club, and she’d just pulled me aside and asked when I could start. I hadn’t had to sit through the meeting at all.

Still. Jack Lancaster? He dated models, heiresses, debutantes… women like that. Not a worker from a gentleman’s club who grew up above a flower shop.

I stared in the mirror. In the slinky beaded cocktail dress Madeline had picked out for me, I looked as good as I ever had, but I was still so nervous I felt sick at my stomach. I couldn’t get the idea of him with Everly Lyles out of my head. He’d dated her for a couple of weeks the year before. I knew because it had been the talk of West Bay. Everly Lyles was the ‘it’ girl of the modeling world and completely, utterly gorgeous. Jack, who was known to only go out with a woman once before he moved on, had stuck around for two whole weeks before letting her down easy.

If he could walk away from Everly Lyles after two weeks, how wasIsupposed to keep him interested for three months?

“Oh my God,” I breathed, my hand on my abdomen. “I can’t do this.”

“You can’t do what?”

My eyes shot up and met his in the mirror. He was standing in the door to my room, watching me. He looked… crazy hot. He was wearing a suit and holding something in his hand.

I turned around, leaning on the edge of the beautiful wooden vanity for support. “I…” I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and was honest. “I’m nervous to go out with you,” I admitted.

He cocked his head and studied me as if I was a specimen under a microscope. “Are you serious?” he finally asked.

I nodded.

“Look at you.” He walked over to me, put his hands on my waist, and gently turned me back around to look in the mirror. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” He pulled me against him, my back to his front. “Look at us together. We look… right.”

I looked over my shoulder at him, our faces so close we were inches away from kissing. He was being honest, I realized. He wasn’t just trying to make me feel better.

“Look,” he urged.

I did. I turned and looked at the two of us together in the large vanity mirror. I fought back a gasp. He was right. We looked good together, almost like we’d been made to go together. I watched the couple in the mirror in awe. Was this really me? Was this my life? Last week, I’d been running from a stalker and crying over all the bills in the mail. Now here I was standing in front of one of the richest, smartest, most handsome men in the entire world, not just West Bay. And yet, we looked good together.

I smiled, finally, and breathed a small sigh of relief. It seemed to make him happy, because he broke out in a huge grin. “That’s better.”

We looked at each other for a beat or two, then he seemed to remember something. “I, um, have a gift for you.”

“You don’t need to get me gifts,” I protested. I’d hated that part of the contract. I wasn’t a high maintenance kind of girl. I enjoyed having nice things, don’t get me wrong, but him buying the building where my mother and sisters lived and worked was far more than enough.

I didn’t need trinkets on top of that. I still felt a little guilty about the car he’d bought me. And then, I thought with an inward wince, there was how I’d earned those things.

I fought back a wave of shame and heldmy head high. I couldn’t let it bother me. I would think about it afterwards. I had the rest of my life to pull apart and process all of this. I’d better enjoy it now.

“But Iwantto get you gifts,” he said softly. “I’ve given women gifts before, but I’ve never picked them out. I wanted to pick yours out.” He pulled me back against him again and ran the tip of his nose down the side of my neck. “God, you smell so fucking good.” He kissed along the line of my exposed shoulders, then seemed to force himself to pull back a little. “I’m going to fuck you if I keep doing that,” he said, his lips hot against my skin. A shiver of desire ran through me.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

He groaned. “Don’t say that, or we won’t make it in time for our reservations.”

I smiled and turned around in his arms. He felt so good, so strong. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. He always smelled good, like a mixture of pine and fresh rain. Without thinking, I pulled him towards me as I ran my hands up his chest and melted into him.

He kissed me then, his lips demanding, urgent. The kisses became rougher until a desperation seemed to grip us both. There was no way we were walking out of the apartment without satisfying our need for each other.

“Goddamn,” he whispered right before he grabbed me under my hips, carefully placing me on the vanity. “Pull your dress up.” His hands ran up the outside of my thighs as I leaned back and worked the sparkly material up over my hips.

He stared at me, breathing heavily. He unzipped his zipper, moaning with relief as his huge, hard cock was released from the restraints of his pants. While he watched me, he stroked himself hard, almost angrily, a few times. Then I spread my legs wider as he moved between them. He pushed my drenched panties aside and thrust inside me in one swift, deep pump of his hips.

“Oh my God,” I cried out, throwing my head back, a little pain mixed in with the pleasure of being filled by him. “You’reso big,” I gasped, barely able to take all of him inside me. I maneuvered my hips to try to adjust to his size, to ease the fullness a little. His hands reached out, holding me still like a vise.

“I like seeing you struggle,” he whispered in my ear. “It turns me on so fucking much. Is that bad?”

I shook my head. “I like struggling to take you. I’ve never… I never knew sex could be this way.”

He looked down at the juncture of our two bodies, as my pussy stretched to take him. There were still a good two inches of him left outside me. His eyes moved back to mine as he began working my clit with his practiced fingers.