Page 32 of The Auction (The Black Ledger Billionaires #4)

S he said it so easily— take me home.

Not your home. Not my home. Just… home.

And I swear to God, I almost choke on it.

Because with her, that’s exactly what it feels like. Like home is wherever the hell she’s standing.

There’s only one problem.

I drove my bike.

And I’ve only got one helmet.

I glance around the lot. If I spot another helmet, I’ll steal the damn thing without thinking twice.

“We could call your driver,” she suggests, pulling me back to her.

I shake my head instantly. “There is no fucking way I’m waiting a second longer than necessary to get you in my bed.”

My gaze drags down the length of her, lingering on that dress, the way it clings to every curve. “Come on.”

I scoop her up bridal style, and she makes a soft sound that shoots straight to my cock. Setting her gently on the back of my bike, I hold out my hand. “Give me your heels.”

She blinks at me but slips them off. I shove them into my backpack, sling the strap over her shoulders, and pull my helmet on her head, clipping it under her chin.

“What about you?” she asks, voice muffled under the visor.

“I’ll be fine.” I say quickly, tucking the tag on my bike out of view.

Her dress rides up as she adjusts, and fuck—her creamy thighs and black lace panties are like a goddamn invitation.

I climb onto the bike in front of her, and she slides up close, her chest pressing against my back. Her hands lock around my waist.

“Hold on, baby,” I tell her, starting the engine. The bike rumbles to life under us, vibrating through both our bodies.

And then we’re gone.

It doesn’t even take five minutes before I see flashing red and blue in my mirrors.

Perfect. Just what I fucking need.

I’m in no mood to sit through a lecture or a ticket for not wearing a helmet, not tonight.

I glance back over my shoulder at the cop car gaining on us. “You trust me?” I holler over the roar of the engine.

Cassidy doesn’t hesitate. She shifts even closer, her chest flush to my back, her arms locking tighter around me.

“I’m ready,” she says, and the firmness in her voice hits me low in the gut.

That’s my girl.

I face forward again, and everything sharpens. Every turn, every lane shift, every set of brake lights ahead—mapped in my head before we even reach them.

I gun it.

The bike surges forward, the engine snarling under us as I thread between two cars with inches to spare. The wind roars in my ears, and Cassidy lets out a breathless laugh that’s half thrill, half disbelief.

A second set of flashing lights appears in the side mirror—a second patrol car joining in.

“Hang on,” I call back, and I feel her grip tighten.

We weave hard left, shooting down a narrow side street. I dodge a parked delivery truck by leaning the bike just enough to skim past its mirror. A horn blares. The cops are still with us, but we’ve got distance.

Cassidy laughs again, louder this time. She’s having the time of her life. I can feel it in the way she clings to me—not scared, not tense—just… alive.

I shake my head, chuckling despite myself. This is ridiculous. Absolutely insane. And somehow, it’s perfect.

Another sharp right. I know exactly where I’m going.

I cut down an alley I’ve used before, braking hard at the end and angling us between two massive dumpsters. The stench hits instantly, but it’s worth it. I kill the engine, and the bike goes still.

Cassidy’s breathing fast against my back. My hand goes to her thigh like gravity drew me to her. I rub my palms up her leg feeling how smooth and soft she is.

The cop cars scream past the mouth of the alley, lights blazing, sirens wailing.

I give it another ten seconds before I turn the key again. The engine rumbles to life, low and steady. I back us out of our hiding spot and head the opposite way, slow at first, then faster as the city opens back up in front of us.

Every time I open up the throttle, she presses closer, her thighs hugging mine, her nails digging lightly into my stomach. My head’s full of her—her laugh, her scent, the way her dress rode up when I put her on this bike.

The city blurs by in streaks of yellow light and shadow, every turn pulling us closer to my building. I don’t slow until I have to, coasting us into my private garage.

I glance back at her, and she lifts the visor, her eyes bright, cheeks flushed from the wind. She looks… wrecked in the best way.

“Fun?” I ask, knowing the answer.

Her lips curve into a slow smile. “More than fun.”

I swing off the bike, unfasten the helmet from her head, and set it aside. She starts to slide off, but I catch her around the waist and lift her down myself. Another glimpse of black lace again nearly breaks my last shred of patience.

I sling the backpack to the ground and pin her against the bike, my palms braced on either side of her. My mouth is on hers in an instant, swallowing her moan.

“Upstairs. Now.”

She doesn’t tease. Just nods, like she wants it as badly as I do.

The second I hit the button for the penthouse, we collide—mouths crashing together, hands everywhere. Her nails bite through my shirt, my palms gripping her hips, sliding over the curve of her ass to pull her in tight.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done to me, Cricket,” I growl against her lips. “And when I’m done with you, you’ll never want anyone else touching you again.”

She makes a sound in the back of her throat that damn near undoes me.

The elevator hums upward, but I don’t even register the floors passing. It’s just her—her scent, her heat, the way she moves against me like we’ve been doing this for years.

The doors slide open, and I don’t waste a second. I hook an arm under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She gasps and clings to my neck, kissing me like she’s afraid to stop.

I carry her straight into my bedroom, dropping my keys somewhere along the way. The city lights spill through the massive windows, washing her in silver.

I set her down on the edge of the bed but keep my hands on her, my forehead pressed to hers. “Tell me to slow down, and I will. Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop.” Her fingers trace my jaw, her voice soft but certain. “Don’t ever stop.”

I kiss her again—slower now—tasting her, savoring every sigh. My hands skim the outside of her thighs, up over her hips, tracing the line of her waist.

The zipper of her dress slides down beneath my fingers, the sound loud in the quiet room. She shivers, and I push the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, brushing my knuckles over the swell of her breast.

Her hands find the hem of my shirt, and I pull it over my head. Her eyes roam my chest, my shoulders, my arms like she’s committing them to memory.

I ease her back onto the bed, my weight braced on one arm so I’m not crushing her. My free hand strokes down her side, learning her curves, mapping out every inch.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” I tell her. “You deserve that. Your first time should be… perfect.”

Her breath catches, and I press my lips to her collarbone, trailing kisses down to the edge of her bra. I look up at her once, and when she nods, I slip the strap down her arm, kissing the skin I reveal.

Her body arches toward me, and I tell myself to slow down. Tonight, isn’t about me. It’s about her. Making her feel safe. Worshiped. Completely undone in my hands.

And I plan to make sure she enjoys every damn second.

Her mouth is warm and open under mine, kissing me like she needs me to breathe. My hand slides down, under the lace, between her thighs—finding heat and slickness that makes my cock throb instantly.

“Fuck, Crick…” I groan against her lips, my fingers barely parting her folds. “Already wet for me? We’ve barely started.”

A small gasp escapes her, and her hips roll instinctively into my touch. I let one finger trace up her pussy, slow, teasing, until it circles her clit. Her whole body shivers under me.

“You’re wet…” I drag the pad of my finger through her again, gathering more of her arousal. “…but I want you dripping for me.”

I pull my hand away and hold the glistening finger between us. Her eyes lock on it, wide, pupils blown. I lick it clean, groaning low in my throat. “Always so fucking sweet for me.”

Before she can even catch her breath, I lean in and kiss her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth. “Taste yourself, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “That’s mine.”

She whimpers into the kiss, and I can feel her thighs pressing together like she’s already desperate for more.

I start my descent—kissing down her throat, her sternum, the curve of her breast. My hands push the lace bra up, baring her completely to me. “Perfect tits,” I mutter, dragging my mouth over the soft swell. “I’m going to make you come just from this.”

Her breath hitches, and I wrap my lips around one nipple, sucking slow and deep while my thumb teases the other. She arches hard into my mouth.

“Jaxon…” Her voice is already strained, needy. “God, that feels so good.”

“That’s it,” I growl, alternating between sucking and flicking her with my tongue. “Let me hear you. I want every person in this building to know how good I’m making you feel.”

Her hands bury in my hair, holding me there, and I grin against her skin before biting lightly—just enough to make her gasp. I soothe the spot with my tongue, feeling her tremble.

“Right there,” she pants. “Don’t stop. Oh my god, don’t?—”

“I’m not stopping until you’re shaking for me,” I promise, moving to her other nipple and giving it the same slow torture. Her back lifts from the bed, her thighs squeezing together as if she can trap the pleasure inside.

Her breathing turns erratic, and I feel the change in her body—the way she tenses, the soft cry building in her throat. I press harder with my mouth, rolling the sensitive peak between my teeth just as she breaks apart.

“Oh, fuck—Jaxon!”

She comes in a rush, her nails clawing at my shoulders, chest heaving as waves of pleasure roll through her. I keep my mouth on her until every last shiver fades, licking her softly as she tries to catch her breath.

When her eyes finally open, they’re glazed, dazed, and entirely mine.

“First orgasm of the night. My sweet Cricket.” I murmur, trailing a hand down her stomach. “You’re going to give me more.”