Auctioned By The Ceo

Hannah came next, her gaze trained on Rhia, an indulgent smile kicking up her soft lips as she followed the little girl, while her sister made up the rear of the little parade. And that’s as far as he took in the surroundings, because his little dove chose that moment to look up and hold his gaze. Her eyes widened, and her smile grew, while the photographer’s rapid click signaled her capturing every moment of the happy bride’s arrival.

And fuck him six ways ‘til next Sunday, he had to give it to Hannah. She played her part well. From the bouquet of wildflowers which she held in her trembling hands, to the gossamer veil which fell over her face, and skimmed the top of her impressive cleavage, where her breasts shook with her rapid breaths, she looked every inch the happy, expectant bride. The strapless gown she’d chosen complemented her curves beautifully. Cinched in at the waist, the lacy cream fabric fell to the floor in gentle waves, and ended in a small train that made her look taller than she was.

“Wow, just wow. You’re one lucky son of a bitch, Logan.” George’s murmured exclamation didn’t require an acknowledgement, even if he had been able to get his voice to work. Right now, the mere act of drawing air into his suddenly constricted lungs seemed an impossible task to achieve, as Hannah drew next to him, smiled, and handed her bouquet to a beaming Sarah.

Rhia grinned, hopped from foot to foot, and then grasped Sarah’s free hand and stood to one side.

“Hey.” Hannah’s soft whisper as she addressed him shot straight to his groin, and he barely suppressed a groan. Talk was impossible, so he simply inclined his head and forced the semblance of a smile on his face. It must have worked, because Hannah kept on smiling and turned to face the registrar, who started his spiel which would end in them becoming man and wife. Not that Logan really heard what the man was saying.

This close to Hannah, with her scent tickling his nostrils, and the knowledge that this woman would soon he his and his alone, his inner caveman woke up with a roar.

Logan had never been the possessive type—he didn’t hang around one woman for long enough to get possessive—but Hannah was different, had been from the first moment she’d registered on his radar, which was why he’d kept his dist

ance at first. He should have stayed keeping his distance truth be told, and now … well now he felt the noose tightening around his neck. For the first time, he doubted himself. Hannah deserved so much more than to be tied to him for his convenience, and as result he hesitated when it came to saying his vows.

“Mr. Bryce?”

The concern in the registrar’s voice finally registered as did the utter stillness surrounding them. He could hear the stream bubbling over the rocks, George clearing his throat, as he stared at him, eyebrows raised, the sound of Rhia sucking her thumb, as though she, too, felt the sudden tension, and he pulled a much-needed breath into his lungs. Some of the panic floating around his system, threatening to strangle him passed with that breath, and his frantic heart rate slowed with each in- and exhale he managed to do.

right, Mr. Bryce?

on, buddy, pull

“Logan, look at me.”

voice, an urgent whisper in his ear pulled him back from the brink, and the place

in her blue eyes—genuine worry for him—worry that

not, let’s

one stare from Logan and he picked up where they’d left off

didn’t wait for permission to kiss his bride. Lifting the veil out of the way, he pulled his wife—Christ, I have a wife—flush into his body and slanted his lips over hers. Her surprised gasp gave him entry, and he poured all of his conflicting emotions into the kiss. One that grew evermore passionate as Hannah responded in kind, kissing him back with the same ferocity that thundered through his veins, the need to mark her as his, to claim her, until nobody would doubt that this woman was his. That this, here, the passion they shared, at least was real, unlike this pretense of a wedding born out of necessity. Logan ground his erection into her belly, and Hannah whimpered, drew even closer to him, as his hands found her ass through the layer of her wedding gown and he

released his wife with a smirk. Her eyes fluttered open, she inhaled sharply, and her kiss-swollen lips broke into a tentative smile, as he looked up

“We did it.”

around her waist gave a mock bow at the assembled guests. More applause, a back slap from George, a hug from Sarah, and with Rhia attaching herself to his

inevitable pictures took ages, and Logan’s jaw ached in tune with his rock-hard dick by the time they were finally finished. Being this close to Hannah, as the photographer made them pose in more and more revealing poses, was torture and bliss rolled into one, but eventually they were left on their own

up, and Hannah’s veil went flying off into the distance to be

“Whoops.”

I guess you won’t

“I guess not.”