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finger traced my upper spine and the aroma of his spicy cologne took away the lavender scent. Step by step, he circled. As if they were lasers, I felt his eyes upon me, scanning every inch as I waited, fully exposed. There was no doubt he saw my arousal glistening on my upper thighs.

This predatory preamble was a game he enjoyed, and I did too. With each circle my anticipation built.

Finally, Cameron gently lifted my chin, bringing my gaze to his dark eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

Warmth filled my cheeks as I released a breath.

No one had ever adored me the way Cameron did. Somehow it wasn’t something I knew I had been missing. And now that I did, I couldn’t imagine living without him or it.

“Have you behaved, Mrs. Kidwell?”

I couldn’t lie, I wouldn’t. That didn’t mean I hadn’t considered pleasuring myself, but I hadn’t.

“Yes, sir. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“That’s my good girl.” Cameron’s smile brought warmth to my exposed skin as he offered me his hand. “It sounds like you deserve a reward. What is it that you want?”

“You, only you.”

As I stood, I took him in. Even after an afternoon of traveling, the man before me was incredibly handsome. His toned and muscular body was covered by designer suit pants and a striped starched shirt. While his jacket and tie were gone, Cameron was still completely clothed as his embrace pulled me to him and brought his lips to mine.

My lips bruised as our tongues tangled. My breasts flattened as I pressed closer to his hard, broad chest. Step by step, he directed me, not toward our massive bed, but to the arm of a sofa near the window.

“Bend over, Bri.”

Spinning from his arms, I did as he said, folding myself over the plush end of the sofa. With my ass in the air, he gently kicked my feet apart as the sounds of him undoing his belt and fly were barely heard over the thumping of my circulation.

One of his hands pressed upon the small of my back, trapping me.

I cried out as not one but two fingers from his other hand slipped inside my wet pussy.

“You’re always so wet. I fucking love your tight cunt.”

I didn’t need to crane my neck to know that Cameron was still mostly dressed. He enjoyed the inequality as much as I did.

“Please,” I managed to whisper as he teased my cunt with the tip of his cock.

My feet shuffled as I tried to back into him, but I couldn’t. His hand on my back was too strong.

His body heat covered my back as the fingers that were inside me gripped my hair, pulling my head back. His warm breath skirted my neck. “Tell me,” he growled, “who do you belong to.”

“You.”

“Whose cock do you want?”

“Yours, Cameron. Only yours.”

“Why?”

There were so many answers I could give him. I could tell him over and over that I loved him, that maybe in a way I always had. I have told him that and he’d told me the same. Seeing my wedding ring on my clenched fist as I waited for him to fill me, I could say that I wanted him because he was my husband and I his wife.

However, neither of those were the answer he wanted.

He liked reminding me of how we got where we were.

“Because you were the highest bidder...” My words changed to satisfied whimpers as my pussy contracted and Cameron filled me completely.

THE END

Thanks for reading Sold to the Highest Bidder by Aleatha Romig and Skye Warren!

To learn more about Tanglewood, check out Skye Warren’s Endgame Trilogy, starting with The Pawn. To learn more about the Sparrows of Chicago and the bratva of Detroit, check out Aleatha Romig’s Sparrow Webs: Web of Sin, Tangled Web, Web of Desire and Dangerous Web, beginning with Secrets.

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CHAPTER ONE

Sunday

Zander

Your car is red.

Your nails are red.

Your favorite kitchen appliance—the one you bought with the gift card your grandmother sent you last Christmas—is red.

The fancy bedsheets you ordered online last week are red.

Your favorite shade of lipstick—the one you stock up on every two months at Sephora—is red.

Yet, when anyone asks you what your favorite color is…you lie and say it’s purple.

How do I know this?

Because I know everything about you.

I know that you go for a run at 8:05 am every morning.

I know that you prefer drinking tea over coffee.

But not just any tea—vanilla chai with two splendas and a splash of