tongue almost close to her back hole.
Warmth spread across her cheeks. “Brooks.”
He growled. “I’m tasting all of you, sweetheart. I’m licking all the places I’ll be slamming my cock into.”
She moaned. He intensified the flicks of her clit and continued his naughty tease. Every time he traced the outline of her folds with the masterful tip of his tongue, he glided lower. And lower, until he was inserting his tongue into her asshole.
A cloud of arousal engulfed her, dotting her vision. “Fuck… Brooks…”
He thrust his tongue into her hole, making other hhhmmm sounds of approval. She curled her hips, loving how he teased her, working her clit, each time taking one step closer to rapture.
“Damn, Madam…every part of you tastes so damn good. Can’t wait for you to sit on my face so we can do this for hours. You coming on me. And me, taking every single drop. Eating your pink pussy and sexy ass,” he said, his voice coarse and his accent more pronounced.
“God,” she ripped the word from her lungs. Sweat slicked her brows, and she closed her eyes, unable to keep up with his dirty invasion of both her holes. Sounds of his digits fucking her pussy added to her ragged breath. He teased her hole, nipping her thigh, only to return to it with ravenous hunger.
Pressure coiled in her cunt, growing more powerful. Through her closed lids, abstract shapes and bright colors collided, and she shoved herself on his face, to his command, one last time. Pleasure rocketed through her, stirring her completely, her heart slamming in her chest.
A beat later, her limbs felt weak like she was a superhero who’d lost her power. Reality slowly returned, like she adjusted the focus lenses of a vintage camera. She propped herself on her elbows, adjusting herself until she sat on her desk. “You need to go,” she said, wishing her voice had come out more commanding.
He stood, licking the corner of his lips, gazing at her intensely. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
She slid down from the desk and quickly dashed around it to put a safe distance between them. The pulse behind her knees still raced, her legs trembling. “I… Look. This got out of hand. My bad. Let’s move on.” She threaded her fingers together, contracting her stomach. Hell, she couldn’t explain her behavior even to herself. Sure, she hadn’t had sex with a man in years, but she owned a couple of vibrators that she used regularly.
He peered at her, and for a moment his face hardened, but a beat later he shook his head and rested his hand on his belt. “All right. We’ll go with that for now. I’ll talk to the few young bucks I have in mind and be sure to forward any developments to you.”
“No. I want to talk to them. I thought we went over this already.” Did he think she’d just take a back seat and let him run the show?
“That’s right.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I got distracted. So if you want to be involved in every single stage of this operation, you’ll need to come to Texas with me. That’s where the potential auctionees are.”
She glanced around her office, his words registering in her brain. Bringing those men to Las Vegas for interview could be more troublesome—they could find leverage by being in a place with other opportunities for auctions. Besides, seeing them in their natural habitat would be particularly inspiring. If they found the one, they could offer him an ironclad contract on the spot and secure the deal.
He threw his hands in the air. “I’d hate to inconvenience you, Madam.”
She waved him off. This was about business, and refusing to go to Texas meant Brooks Taylor had already messed with her head. And that she wouldn’t allow. “Oh, it’s no inconvenience. I’ll fly to Texas.”
“Great. I need to go back today to deal with some pressing issues, but otherwise my jet will be at your service,” he said in that rich, deep twang that quickened her pulse. “And so will I, Madam.”
Chapter Two
“Is she here yet?” Brooks asked, popping his head into the kitchen.
Gina, his loyal sixty-year-old housekeeper, closed the dishwasher and turned to him. She leaned against the countertop, folding her arms and tossing him a smartass look. “Nope, boss. Do I hear wedding bells? You don’t usually bring women to this ranch. Even Miss Adelaide didn’t come often,” she said, reminding him of the last woman he’d dated.
Wedding