The Job (Auctioned) by Cara Dee (highly illogical behavior txt) 📕

voice at the back of my head that whispered, “He’s inside me, he’s fucking me, he’s taking me,” over and over.

I gasped raggedly once the initial burn started to fade, only to moan when he pulled out and pushed in again.

“That sound—when you moan…” He ground his pelvis against me to get deeper and grazed his teeth along my neck. A shiver ripped down my spine, and I couldn’t help but push back. “I wanna hear it every day for the rest of my life.”

Jesus.

I turned my head and met him in a messy kiss, and then I felt his fingers brush up the length of my cock. I groaned when he started stroking me, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t take me long to get off. Fuck, he was intense. Overpowering. The way he manipulated my body was mildly terrifying, and I hoped I had the same effect on him. I fucking better.

I took over after a while so he could focus on screwing me into next week. The urgency in his pace, in his hold on me, and in his breath became my fuel. I met every thrust and drowned in the fiery pleasure. Pleasure with a sharp bite—nothing could top that.

He growled a curse as he slammed into me, shoving me up against the counter, and sank his teeth into my shoulder.

My God, I was a pain slut. The fire from tiny razors that’d been dipped in lava spread within, and I succumbed to it. In that moment, my body obeyed only his command. The sensations he fucked into me consumed me completely.

I groaned and stroked myself faster.

He soothed the sting from his teeth by dropping an openmouthed kiss over the bite. “Tell me who owns this tight ass now, Case.”

“You,” I exhaled.

“That’s right.” One of his hands slid along my chest, past my sternum, and up to my throat.

My eyes closed of their own volition. I just took whatever he gave me. I drowned in it, craved more of it. Until the buildup became too much and I went off. Jesus Christ, I could barely support my own weight. I was sucked into the euphoria, and Boone held me up. He murmured something in my ear when I started coming, and it took me a beat to decipher the words.

“All fucking mine, Case. Come for me. That’s it. Keep coming.”

I fell forward as he pounded my ass through his own orgasm, and it wasn’t until my lungs began burning that I realized I wasn’t even breathing. Or that I’d let go of my cock. I blinked and saw both my elbows on the countertop, and the remnants of my orgasm trickled down the shaft.

Boone grew still, except for his heaving chest. And one hand that came up to my cock. He stroked it lazily and rubbed his fingers over the come.

I drew a shaky breath and wished we were in bed. My knees were about to give out.

“I need to be carried to bed,” I croaked.

He let out a breathless chuckle, and then he pulled out of me carefully.

I winced anyway. Fucking hell, my ass was raw.

Taking a step back, I surveyed the mess and felt a little proud of my artwork. I’d come both on the lower cupboard and on the countertop. Oh, and on my T-shirt on the floor too. Nice.

“Can we pour Coke over it and call housekeeping?” I asked, out of breath.

Boone smiled into the kiss he dropped at the back of my neck. “I’ll take care of it. Then I want us under the covers.”

Me too.

Before I squeezed past him, I leaned in and kissed him hard.

It earned me one of his carefree, a little dopey, sweet grins.

Then I made my way to the bathroom and washed up, tucked myself back into my boxer briefs, and righted my jeans.

With a glance in the bathroom mirror, I caught myself smiling like a lovesick idiot, and I guessed that was pretty accurate. A strange calm had washed over me lately, little by little, and I no longer felt the heavy sorrow or jealousy that’d been my companions for so long. Phantom stings still flared up when I thought back on certain memories, but I knew with every fiber of my being that those days were behind me.

Boone was mine. He had to be. Somehow, we were gonna make this work our way.

I left the bathroom and wondered if he’d be opposed to taking the rest of the day off. Maybe we could heat up our Chinese food and sit on the porch, shoot the shit, have a couple beers… But before I could ask, my iPad started blaring in the living room, which could only mean one thing.

AJ Lange was on the move and had diverted from his usual routes.

“What’s that?” Boone asked from the kitchen.

“The tracking app,” I replied, picking up the tablet from the table. “I added AJ’s regular routes to a list, and if he drives somewhere outside of that zone, I get an alert.”

“Clever.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and pulled up the GPS map on the app. Could he be heading for that shut-down brothel outside town again?

Hmm. Well, he was still in Vegas.

“Where is he?” Boone joined me in the living room.

“Near the airport,” I said. “If we’re smart, we follow him.” Because maybe he was meeting up with someone or picking someone up from the airport, though he was still sticking to the interstate. But it really fucking bugged me that we had absolutely no other people to keep track of. Alfred Lange’s big birthday bash was approaching fast, and yet all we had was his son. A son who was also the only one listed as a contact person in Allegra’s contract with the family.

It didn’t add up.

“I’m game. We barely ate our dinner, though,” Boone said.

“We’ll get something when we’re out,” I decided. “Lemme just grab some gear, and then we’ll go.”

“I swear, if you spill—” Boone gave me