Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,314

It’s coming. I know it. And I want it. All of it.

His powerful thrusts slow down to deep, rhythmic ones, the bed indenting each time his body smashes into me with such force that I fear the box spring might break.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I hear Zander moan while the fire inside of my core ignites again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Each thrust is deeper and harder than before, and on the fourth, Zander throws back his head as he goes balls deep inside of me, and cums violently.

My thighs are quivering and shaking like an earthquake as a tidal wave of pleasure hits me and I moan his name over and over.

“Zander!” I cry, feeling his dick still contracting inside of me while my walls squeeze every last drop out of him.

Finally, he pulls out of me and falls onto the bed on my right side, his chest heaving from exertion, his body covered in sweat. Both of us need to catch our breath.

As he walks away from me, I'm struck by the realization that my body is shaking with an intensity I've never felt before. Every emotion feels as if it's overwhelming me.

I've had sex before. I've had other partners and came before.

But this is different.

It's so strong, so powerful, it's... too intense. I place a hand over my racing heart as he flicks on the light to the bathroom.

The shockwaves pulse through me as I try to calm down and try to ignore what my heart is telling me.

Chapter 21

Zander

My light blue gaze stares back at me in the mirror of the dresser. A dark ring is around my left eye. This isn’t a good look. My eyes travel to Arianna’s form on the bed behind me as I slip the Rolex around my wrist and tighten the band. I don’t even need to look as I do it, it’s been the same every morning. But there’s never been a woman behind me.

In my room, on my bed.

Her gorgeous body is nothing but a small lump on the bed, hidden beneath the thick grey comforter. She’s getting to me. I’m breaking rules for her. A deep inhale makes my back crack slightly as I close my eyes, wincing slightly from the bruise on my face. Last night… things are changing. Fast. And it’s hard to admit it.

I got into a fucking bathroom brawl over her. It was worth it.

Work is calling me. I’m already late. I button the top of my dress shirt, not knowing what to do about my sweetheart.

Right now… and later. Once all of this is done. I’m sure as fuck not kicking her out, but I don’t like that she’ll be in here. Alone.

With cold blood running through my veins I quietly walk to the end of the bed, my jacket and shoes waiting for me.

The clock on the nightstand reads 6:40. Late for me, but Arianna’s still asleep. A genuine smile curves my lips up when I hear her soft snoring. It’s adorable. She’s adorable.

With her mouth parted slightly, the soft sound is accompanied by her shoulders rising slightly, her dark hair a messy halo around her angelic face.

She’s so beautiful. So innocent.

I rip my gaze away, slipping the first shoe on and tying the laces tight.

My daily routine. Nothing has changed. I almost roll my eyes at the thought, pulling the lace even tighter.

Everything’s changed.

It’s not because of Arianna. I refuse to think that she’s the reason I’m slipping, making one mistake after the other. It’s Danny Brooks. I keep making errors in my judgment when it comes to him.

The thin laces dig into my fingers as I tie the second shoe and rise from the bench at the end of the bed, picking up my coat and walking quietly to the nightstand where I tossed my keys last night.

I have to close my eyes when I catch her sweet scent. It’s like citrus with a hint of honeysuckle. I wonder if she knows how alluring she is. Lying there so beautifully, her body so soft and warm with curves that only tempt me that much more.

A dark voice in the back of my head whispers, in nearly a hiss, you can take her. She’s yours. You own her.

But the stolen moments we’ve had are because she wanted me. Because she needed me.

I don’t want her to think I’m the kind of partner Brooks was. The thought disgusts me. My nose wrinkles and I turn sharply away from her, hating the vile