Page 47 of The Auction
“Thank you.”
Taking her hand, I kissed it before leading her to the lift that would take us down to the lobby. She held herself stiff beside me in the car, as if she was nervous or scared in some way. My irritation with the gap between us made me reach out and clasp the top of her thigh with my hand in a proprietary manner.
Her indrawn breath seemed to freeze in her chest before she forced it out. My seduction of my wife continued as I caressed the silky soft skin of her inner thigh with my thumb, inching closer and closer to her heat each time, but never touching her where I knew she craved it.
What started out as a game to make her weaken for me was fast backfiring as my dick ached in my pants with the need for her touch. As the car stopped, I leaned in and took her chin in my grasp, forcing her eyes to mine. “You will have the eyes of every straight man there on you tonight, my Lottie. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
Lottie shook her head as if she didn’t trust her voice not to betray her. Satisfaction wove through me at the knowledge that I could render her as unhinged as she made me feel. Taking her hand from her lap, I pressed it against the hard ridge of my cock. A pulse jumped in her neck and then she tightened her hold on my cock. I hissed as pleasure stole over me, making me feel savage and desperate. “When those men look at you, I want you to think about my cock inside you. In your hungry cunt, down that greedy throat.”
“And what will you think about?”
Her voice whispered over me like a lyrical caress, soft and unsure and sexy as fuck. “How I’m going to ruin you for any of them but me.”
Her eyes flashed with fire before I bent, ghosting my lips over her mouth. It wasn’t a kiss, more of a promise, a tease of what was to come.
Inside the club I kept her hand in mine as I guided her up the stairs to the second floor, my demeanor warning off any man that I caught looking at the woman that was mine. I wasn’t the type to get possessive, it wasn’t my nature. I’d never cared if other men coveted the women I fucked. Fuck, I’d even shared some of them with Beck on occasion. With Lottie though, the men lusting after her made me feel feral as they looked at what belonged to me.
As soon as I hit the second floor Monica was there, her flirty smile gliding over me before her glance took in Lottie, before seemingly dismissing her as competition for my attention, despite the fact she had her hand in mine and we were clearly together. It amused me that she’d be so foolish.
“Mr. Coldwell, I didn’t know you were coming in tonight.”
There was no reason why she would either and I could tell she was trying to stake her claim by appearing as if she knew me as more than a casual fuck. I stay silent, watching Lottie regard the woman who wasn’t a threat to her as if evaluating her. Monica works the second floor exclusively so may not have met Lottie before and I wonder how this is going to go down.
“Would you like your usual?”
I don’t know how but Monica managed to make the words sound like more than an offer of a drink, and maybe they were, but I was distracted by the tightening of jealousy streaking over Lottie as she leaned her body into me.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Linc?”
A smirk twitched on my lips as she glared up at me like she’d like to take a carving knife to my balls, but her words were sickly sweet. I loved this side of her, the sparky fiery side which hadn’t shown itself nearly enough since our reunion.
“Yes, of course. Monica, this is Lottie. Lottie, this is Monica, my favorite waitress.” I knew I was pushing it but her ire turned me on and made me want to wind her up so I could subdue it, subdue her. It was sick and slightly twisted but I’d long ago accepted I was who I was, and I liked it.
Monica batted her eyes at me before glancing at Lottie. “Nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you around before.”
Lottie glanced up at me with an adoring look on her face, filled with love and so much feeling it momentarily stopped my heart in my chest.
“Linc and I recently re-connected and then with planning the wedding and everything I was busy.”
Monica frowned. “Wedding?”
Lottie grinned, a friendly sight, but I knew her better than anyone and I could tell she was enjoying this.
“Oh yes, Linc and I were married yesterday.” Lottie flashed the huge extravagant ring I’d given her when we exchanged vows at the woman who was now giving me a withering glare.
“A scotch on the rocks, please, Monica, and a strawberry daiquiri for my wife.” As Monica hustled away from us, I turned my eyes to my wife. “You enjoyed that?”
Her head cocked to the side, and I could sense the smile she wanted to give me and held back. “Not as much as you did. It won’t work, Linc, so forget it.”
I turned, taking her in my arms and pinning her against the railing. My still hard cock pressed against her belly as a hiss fell from her lips. “What won’t work, wife?”
The word wife from my lips felt right as I stared down at Lottie.
“Making me jealous.”
“Is that what I was doing? Are you jealous, my little one?”
“Of course not. I don’t care what you did before or after we’re over, but while we’re married our contract stands. You’re my husband and the only person who has any right to flirt with you is me.”
