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fact she outbid over seventy-five women for one night alone with you.” The host beamed as the fluorescent lighting threw his red face into bold relief.
     
    Tess wanted the floor to open wide and swallow her. And then she wanted it to open up beneath Belinda’s feet so she’d have someone to pummel in the basement. The contractor’s hands still held her arms and he continued to look at her, making her chest too tight and her mouth dry. The silvery gold eyes studied her, much like she was the one on the auction block.
     
    He swept a look from the top of her head, taking a leisurely journey down cream linen, resting on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, before finally returning to her face. And Tess felt like she’d just been stroked with a hot, wet tongue.
     
    She couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. But she really didn’t blame herself. This wasn’t the type of situation one was prepared for in the all-girls’ school she had attended. In fact she wasn’t sure Ms. Emily Halston, the headmistress of the school, would even know the proper etiquette for greeting a man whose company you had just purchased for the evening. And Tess’ remaining years in Charleston society certainly hadn’t prepared her for a bachelor’s auction. Her mother had made sure of that.
     
    The room fell silent.
     
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Montgomery.” Jaxon’s voice was thick with a southern accent. He released one of her arms to slide his arm around her waist, thick muscle pressing against silk. “Now I can think of only one proper greeting for a lady who paid so much for me.” Before Tess could guess his intention, Bachelor Number Four dragged her closer to his frame and dipped his head to claim her lips in a stolen kiss.
     
    And Tess immediately forgot her own name. Heat spiraled through her, warming her from the inside out. Her hand, clenched in a fist intending to push him away, flexed against the wall of his chest, settling over his pecs.
     
    Her breasts grew heavy, achy and she found herself unconsciously taking a step forward. His knee wedged between her thighs and the hard jut of his cock should have shocked her into retreat but instead Tess pressed closer with a soft moan.
     
    All she could think about was sex. Hot, wild sex that wet the sheets and made the mattress slide. When was the last time she’d had a good, hard fuck? Sparks of electricity danced down her back and Tess brazenly touched her tongue to the tip of his.
     
    He growled, a sound of hunger, and bent lower, taking her with him. This man didn’t just kiss. He feasted, suckling at her lips like they were ripe strawberries he’d just plucked from a patch. Then he nibbled, lightly biting her lower lip until Tess was drowning in a pool of liquid flames.
     
    His hand slipped upward, almost cupping her breast and she arched her back, wanting to push herself into his palm. Needing to feel his touch. His thumb brushed over the nipple, just lightly grazing but enough to make her jump. She was on fire, out of control, unable to think—until the room erupted in a loud burst of applause. Reality smacked her full in the face. Her face burning, she pulled out of Jaxon’s embrace and took a stumbling step backward. Chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, she swallowed with difficulty as she blinked up at him. This close, he was very tall. She had to tip her head back to see his face—a face she could look at for the rest of the day.
     
    Was there an inch of this man that wasn’t perfect? Certainly not one she’d touched. Her gaze dropped slightly and by the bulge in his jeans, she knew he was as affected as she was. The knowledge made her feel marginally better.
     
    “Mr. Richards, it was a…” What in the hell did one say in the aftermath? It was a pleasure to meet you? Not appropriate. Although it had been a pleasure. More than.
     
    She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’ll see you Saturday night at