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  I pull my wet fingers from her channel and suck them into my mouth. Her hooded eyes watch.

  I’m surprised when she boldly reaches out and wraps a small hand around my cock. I groan. “Careful, sweetheart, or I won’t last,” I say hoarsely as I reach over to grab a condom from my bedside table. Yeah, since I’m a fucking male whore, I keep a box there. It’s sadly been weeks since I’ve gotten any pussy though, so my poor cock is feeling super needy.

  I make quick work of the condom and line up with her entrance. There are a million ways I want to take her, but I’m going to start out this way first. I want to watch her face as she climaxes.

  I rub my covered cock up and down her wet pussy until the head easily slides inside her. She pushes her hips against me, and I know she’s ready. I also know I need to go slow. She’s not like the women I normally have. I would place money that Jared was her only fuck. It makes me want to go above and beyond tonight, to replace every memory of sex she has with me and only me, to make her mine. I pause at that thought.

  “Is everything OK?” she asks me, I look down at her as I slowly start working my cock inside her, back and forth in short measured movements.

  “Perfect,” I groan, ignoring my possessive thoughts of her that have my mind whirling. Focus, fuckhead, I think to myself as I finally fully seat my dick inside the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy that I’ve ever had. I have to stop for a moment to keep myself from coming too soon.

  “Shit, you feel so fucking good,” I say through clenched teeth.

  She squirms against me, and it urges me into motion. I slide my cock out, her walls gripping me tightly as I move, and then I slam back into her. Her hands grip my upper arms tightly. When I feel her fluttering around my cock, I know she wants more, so being the Prince Charming that I am, I oblige.

  It takes her a few moments to match my pace as we thrust against each other, but then…Nirvana. I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb as my hips jackhammer at a rapid pace.

  “Oh god!” she screams.

  “That’s right, baby, I’m your motherfucking god,” I call out as I try to keep the fast pace going. I feel the sweat on my forehead begin to run down the sides of my face.

  “August!” she screams as she detonates around my cock, and it’s everything I dreamed it would be. Her inner walls undulate and clamp down on me so tightly I can barely keep thrusting. But I’m not one to shy away from a challenge. I manage to plunge into her over and over as she writhes beneath me, crying out incoherent words as her whole body shakes with pleasure. I can feel the whoosh of her wetness as her orgasm peaks, and her cream drips down my balls.

  And that’s all it takes. I’m coming so hard; I see white stars beneath my eyelids. My muscles tense and I slam into her, burying my cock all the way into her wetness as I growl out her name.

  I thrust a few more uneven times as my dick jerks inside her, her walls are still spasming around me as I still.

  “That was fucking amazing,” I say against her throat as I kiss it.

  “I think I just had an out-of-body experience,” she hums as she relaxes into the bed, her inner muscles finally releasing their death grip on my dick.

  I laugh and she laughs too.

  I slowly pull out of her, and she winces.

  “You OK?” I ask her.

  She nods. “Just not used to that,” she admits.

  I kiss her lips. “Well, I’m gonna have to rectify that situation,” I say to her as I dispose of the condom.

  “Prepare for round two,” I say as I find my way back between her legs, intent on hearing her scream my name at least a dozen more times tonight.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kathryn

  If fucking was an Olympic sport, August would be a multi-gold medalist for sure. I’m having a complete out-of-body experience for sure. My body is jelly. My muscles…yeah, those aren’t working. I’m covered in sweat, some my own and some Auggie’s. We’ve been fucking for hours. He’s done things to me that I didn’t know were possible. And now we are both lying on his bed, panting as we come down from yet another simultaneous orgasm, also something I didn’t think was possible.

  “Is this how you work out?” I ask him because any filter I have for speech has been eradicated by his magic mouth and dick, the latter of which I have secretly nicknamed King Titan.

  He laughs and rolls over to face me, tracing a line down between my breasts. I shiver from his contact.

  “Let’s take a bath,” he says.

  “I don’t think movement is possible.”

  With another laugh, he picks me up and carries me into his bathroom, setting me down on a bench. I watch as he fills a jetted tub and turns it on before placing me inside it. He climbs in behind me and pulls back against him. I hum my appreciation as the strong jets of water massage my aching muscles.

  “Better?” he asks me, his thumb rubbing small circles on my belly.

  “So good,” I murmur, my eyes fluttering closed.

  His hand snakes down and gently massages between my legs.

  “Auggie, I don’t think I can come anymore,” I say. My poor vagina is definitely done for now. She has never seen this much action nor that big of a cock.

  “You sore?” he asks.

  I nod, feeling mildly embarrassed. And also impressed with his stamina.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and get you tucked in,” he says as he grabs some soap and begins to clean me. I return the favor and can’t help spending extra time cleaning his cock. I explore it with my hands as I clean him. It comes back to life as I grip the base, and I jerk back.

  “Sorry,” I squeak.

  He chuckles and takes my hand in his, placing it back around his cock. Together, we stroke it, up and down. My hand doesn’t wrap all the way around it, but his large hand does. It doesn’t take long for him to come. I lean down and lick away the salty liquid running down his shaft. He groans, and I’m emboldened to take the tip of his cock in my mouth.

  “Shit, that feels good,” he breathes.

  Once I have him cleaned off, he kisses me and stands up, the water runs down his perfectly sculpted body in rivulets and I want to lick every inch of him. I’m in shock that I can touch him, anywhere. It’s like winning a prize. I’m the little girl who just won the giant stuffed teddy bear at the fair, and now I can take it home and crawl in bed with it.

  He grabs towels and dries us both off before taking my hand and leading me back to his bed. In a matter of minutes, I’m tucked in, my body flush against his. He feathers soft strokes down my back.

  “You’re good at this,” I mutter against his chest.

  “At what?”

  “Sex,” I say before my brain can process that I just verbalized my thoughts.

  He chuckles. “I’ve had some practice.”

  I reach up and place a hand over his mouth. “Don’t want to know.”

  He licks my hand, and I pull it back, glaring up at him.

  “You really can be an ass, you know that?”

  If I didn’t know better, I would say a sad look crosses his face, but it quickly morphs into a smirk. “You weren’t complaining earlier,” he says, his voice laced with confidence.

  He presses a kiss to my forehead in what feels like a very intimate gesture. And that’s the last thing I remember before falling asleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  August

  Falling asleep with Kate in my arms isn’t something I expect to be able to do, but the vanilla scent of her shampoo fills my nostrils and reminds of happier days in my youth. I’m asleep in a matter of minutes.

  When I wake, it’s early. Kate is snuggled into my side. I glance over at the clock and see that it’s five in the morning. I need to get her back to her room before her security sees she’s missing.

  “Kate,” I murmur, my lips pressing against her warm forehead.

  “Five more minutes,” she groans against my chest.

  I grin. “Unless you’d like Jackie and Dominic to
find you in here, I suggest we get you back to your room now.”

  Kate’s eyes fly open and she sits up, the covers drop away, revealing her perfectly full tits. I try to avert my gaze, but I’m caught red-handed as she pulls up the sheet.

  “Oh, no. No way, José. I’ll be lucky if I can walk today between my hip and…well, no way,” she stammers as she looks around for her clothes.

  My asshole side really, really wants her to have to get out of bed and find them, so I can ogle her, but I decide not to be a dick for once. I throw my legs over the side of the bed and reach down to grab her clothes. I know she’s getting a good look at my backside. Yeah, I may have done that on purpose.

  “Here you go, sweetheart,” I say to her. Her face turns pink as she looks down at the clothes instead of where my ass was a minute ago. I smirk and pull out a pair of sweatpants from a drawer. When I turn back around, I’m disappointed to find that she is dressed.

  “You don’t have to come with me. I can find it myself,” she says to me as she walks toward my door and the secret passage in the hallway.

  “You sure?” I ask.

  She nods. Blushing once more, she looks everywhere but my eyes. “Thanks again…uh, for last night…it was…well, thanks,” she stammers.

  I reach out and cup her chin, pushing her head up so she has to look at me. I lean down and brush a kiss over her lips.

  “You are most welcome, Kate,” I say, and I mean it.

  Kathryn

  OK, two rights and then a left? No, two lefts and then a right. Fifteen minutes later, I’m somewhere in the walls of the palace. I’ve opened a door into a closet of a butler’s pantry. I could hear someone on the other side, so that door was closed quickly. I also nearly opened a wall panel in a hallway where someone was vacuuming.

  I come to another door. I carefully open it and…oh god…mistake, abort, abort. Prince Christian’s naked ass pumps into some woman beneath him. I close the panel as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw attention to it. I clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle my embarrassed giggles. Fuck.

  The fourth door ends up being in a hallway near my room. I decide to brave it and run to my room, shutting the door and leaning against it as I breathe heavily.

  Well, that was interesting. My brain is pondering who the woman was beneath the future king of Norddale as I head toward my bathroom and turn on the shower.

  As the hot water runs over my body, my mind wanders back to Auggie. I shiver at just the memory of what he did to me last night. He was…amazing. I had no idea that sex could be like that. My next thought is of Jared and I shudder, shaking my head and forcing myself to wash my hair and forget the visions dancing through my mind.

  By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted. A knock on my door startles me.

  “Yes?” I call out.

  “Ma’am, I have tea for you,” a voice calls out from the other side.

  I open the door a crack and a young woman stands with a tray.

  “Oh, uh, please come in,” I say to her as I open the door farther.

  “Prince August ordered that we bring it up to you. Did you want a six o’clock wake-up call? We can arrange that,” she says as she sets the tray on a table.

  “Uh, no, that’s OK. Thank you.”

  “Very well. Breakfast will be at eight in the main dining hall,” she adds as she bows her head and heads off toward the hallway.

  A text comes through my phone a minute later.

  August: You get the tea?

  Me: Yes.

  August: Good, then get your ass down to the gym. You could use a good stretch.

  Me: Seriously?

  August: As a heart attack.

  I roll my eyes and change into the one pair of workout clothes I’ve packed before joining August in the gym. It only takes me asking two employees before finding it. A home gym is an understatement. This looks more like the gym at my university, both in size and equipment.

  But my eyes stop at something not affixed to the gym, something that I shouldn’t be staring at. Auggie looks like he was made to work out in this gym. He’s every woman’s fantasy. I’m mesmerized by the sweat running down his body as he lifts weights.

  “About time you got here,” he says, looking at me in the mirror with a smirk on his face.

  I put my hands on my hips. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”

  He spends the next hour putting me through my paces. His trainer, a nice guy named Gerard, helps us, but Auggie is a professional in here. He’s at home and it shows. I, however, am a fish out of water. Twice I have to will myself not to be sick.

  And at the end of the workout, I collapse on the mat and refuse to move…possibly ever. Auggie then explains that he follows up workouts with a full-body massage. That gets me up and moving.

  August

  Kate is slowly becoming my addiction. I spend two days, sneaking her in my room at night so I can spend countless hours worshipping her body. I almost forget about my distraction that I had requested, almost.

  And then Anna goes and reminds me.

  “You still heading to Cannes this weekend?” she asks as she grabs a cookie from the jar in the kitchen, a bad late-night habit.

  “Yep,” I mumble as I chew on the delicious goodness that only Tessa can create.

  “Well, we need to debrief first. You need to know exactly what you are getting yourself into, Augs. This isn’t a crowd for the faint of heart. These guys are…well, they aren’t exactly rainbows and butterflies if you know what I mean.”

  “Geez, Anna, here I thought we’d go drink together and maybe have pedicures after the auction,” I say as sarcastically as possible.

  She punches me in the arm. “Don’t be an ass. I’m serious.” Her eyes convey that she means business.

  “OK, got it. Name the time and place and we can debrief,” I say, grabbing one last cookie and handing one to her. Anna’s better when she has food.

  “Well, now’s as good a time as any,” she replies as she walks out of the kitchen. “Come on,” she adds from the hallway. I follow her up to her private study, sending Kate a text that I’m running late for our evening rendezvous.

  One hour later, I’m feeling like I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Some of the regulars at this auction are seriously bad guys: mob bosses, underworld crime leaders, cartel heads, and dirty politicians make up the majority of the list. There are a few rebellious Hollywood types as well. We concoct a back story for me, which isn’t hard because the media has painted such an atrocious picture of the bad boy rebel that I merely need to act the part.

  “OK, I think that’s everything,” Anna finally says, closing her laptop. She drops something in my lap.

  “What’s this?”

  “That, my friend, is a tiny microphone. The little sticker on the back, you place behind your ear. It’s essentially a new age walkie-talkie. You can put the mic sticker on your watch. It won’t be noticeable there,” Anna explains.

  “You want me mic’ed?” I ask.

  “Uh, duh. I’m not sending you in there without backup,” she says, her eyes narrowing. “This is serious shit, Augs. I will only ask this one last time. Are you sure you can handle this?”

  She’s thrown down the gauntlet. And I never, ever cower from a challenge.

  “Yes,” I answer adamantly.

  “Good, then, game on, big bro,” she says to me. “Now, go fuck your American.”

  My eyes widen.

  “Don’t look so surprised, Augs. I know everything. But don’t worry, no one else suspects.”

  “It’s just a little fling,” I say.

  “Hey, you don’t have to explain anything to me.”

  “Night,” I say as I stand to leave.

  “Night.”

  I walk back to my room deep in thought. This whole thing is a little crazy, but maybe my life needs a little crazy. I’m not paying attention as I walk into my bedroom. Well, I’m not paying attention until I see movement on my bed.

 
I flinch as I look over at it. And then, all else is forgotten. It may be because there’s a naked Kate lying on my bed. It may also be because all of my blood leaves my brain and heads directly to my cock. No passing go, no collecting $200, just…wow.

  “Took you long enough,” she huffs. “I was about to leave.”

  I strip as I walk across the room toward her. “If you even thought about leaving my bed, I will have to take you over my knee. If you think of ever leaving my bed again, I will take you over my knee.”

  She’s silent as I crawl up the bed. I lean down and kiss her hard. Shit. I don’t just kiss her, I fucking claim her. I want this woman. It’s probably a good thing that I leave tomorrow because I need to break this addiction as soon as fucking possible. I don’t do girlfriends. I never have. Something about seeing my father’s heartache after losing my mother scarred me forever. I never want to feel that way, ever. Anna has tried to tell me how great it is to be in love, but fuck love. I don’t need that in my life.

  Kathryn

  Something about Auggie is more intense tonight. His kiss is possessive, his movements harsh as he squeezes my breasts and cups my sex. He wastes no time in putting on a condom and thrusting inside me.

  I swear he looks like he’s warring with himself as he thrusts into me. I don’t know what has changed in the course of the past few hours, but I sense it and I don’t like it. Gone is the relaxed Auggie of last night.

  “Come for me,” he commands as he quickens his pace and reaches between us. It took him less than two days to figure out my body. He knows what to do, how to do it, and how fast to do it. And in a matter of seconds, I’m crying out his name as I spiral toward my release. His follows after a few last thrusts.