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

Logan’s face contorted, and she knew the exact moment it became too much for him, too, because he clenched his jaw, set his thumb on her clit, and growled.

"Then come for me now, baby." His hips flexed, and she flew over that edge with him as he increased his speed, stiffened and kept himself buried deep inside of her. Heat bathed her insides, and Hannah gave herself up to the sheer force of an orgasm that didn’t seem to want to end.

When she finally stopped trembling and gasping for air, she was free of the ropes, and Logan was slowly removing her stockings. How odd that she had forgotten all about those.

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