Every time she looked at him, her thoughts went down decidedly naughty avenues, which no doubt had a lot to do with her coming up with this auction plan in the first place. Still, if he sacked her, she would at least sleep better at night and not be plagued by erotic dreams of his large hands all over her body.
“An auction would be fun, especially if the staff joined in. I dare say we would garner a lot of attention if we put you on the auction block, Mr. Bryce.” Monique tittered in laughter like some darn schoolgirl with a crush, and Hannah rolled her eyes.
Really, could she be any more obvious in her attempts to get into his good graces and his pants?

Auctioned By Mr Ceo

Lord only knew where those words came from. Hannah had never been one for dirty talk in sex, but with this man staring down at her it simply felt natural to give into her darker fantasies. "I have real problems holding this though. Perhaps you ought to tie me up to help me, Sir?"

Logan’s sharp intake of breath told her he approved, as did the dangerous glitter in his dark eyes.

"Don’t call me that in the bedroom unless you’re ready to give up total control to me, little dove."

"Please, Sir." She put extra emphasis on that title, and when he smiled and nodded she released the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding.

"Very well then. If you need out of the ropes, or anything hurts, say red. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir." How she managed to get that response out past the lump of excitement lodged in her throat she would never know.

Oh my God, he gave me a safeword and everything.

"Good girl. I’ll be right back. Don’t move now."

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