Savoring Her Sweets: Billionaire and Baker Auction Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Tammy was someone that I had known from high school. We had always been at odds, but I hadn’t always known the reason. I assumed that Tammy was just an overambitious fan turned rival who was just passionate about the baking business and wildly competitive.

  But Amelia had shared some high school rumors with me that made me think maybe there was more to it. At least according to what she had heard back then, rumors had been circulating about Tammy wanting to go to prom with my ex, Jim. Someone even told me that he had already asked her, but I refused to believe that he would do something like that, ask her and then ask me. If I had even had a thought about him doing something so low, I never would have gone out with him at all.

  Of course, now, knowing what I do about him, it’s entirely likely that it’s exactly what happened. But, ever since then, Tammy treated me with such disdain it make me almost dislike her. But, I didn’t have any real reason to dislike her. In all honesty, I really felt sorry for her, but I didn’t care for the way that she treated me, so I avoided her. And now she was my competition, so I didn’t exactly have reason to seek her out. I thought I saw her at the other auction, but I hadn’t thought much of it.

  Now, here I sat, in front of her business, debating whether or not I should even bother to go inside.

  What would that look like? How could I just waltz through her front doors like it was nothing? I didn’t have satisfying answers to the questions buzzing around inside of my head like bees.

  I started wondering if this wasn’t a sign, a bad omen for what was to come.

  And then, I saw Elliot walk inside. My heart leapt for joy. He was here! I knew that there was no way I wasn’t going inside now. I just couldn’t help myself, but I had to see him again.

  I turned off my car, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car. I walked inside, the smell of fresh baked goods permeating the air. Even begrudgingly, I had to admit that it smelled incredible in here.

  And I couldn’t help but admire a darling display of some seasonal cupcakes. She really did have a talent, especially with decorating, which I will readily admit is not my strongest suit. My flavors were incredible enough to knock your socks off, but my fondant work definitely left something to be desired.

  I walked up to the table and put my name at the bottom of the list. I did it right away so that I wouldn’t lose my nerve and chicken out.

  There. It was done. Now, all I had to do was wait until my name was called. I sat down in the front row by the stage.

  “Is this your first time, sugar?” came a sweet voice next to me. It was a lady with curly blonde hair wearing a jean jumpsuit. She wore bright, sparkly silver eyeshadow and an even brighter smile.

  “Yeah,” I admitted.

  “Bless your heart,” she said, patting my hand. “Welcome. I remember what it was like my first time here. That seems like centuries ago now.”

  She laughed a jovial, raucous laughter, and I couldn’t help but smile in return. She was so amiable, one of those friendly ladies with no filter whatsoever.

  “I’m doing this to earn money for my business,” I said nervously, more reconfirming my reason for being there to myself than anything else.

  “That’s an even better reason than most of us here,” she said with a coquettish giggle. “I’m here because I want a new set of boobs.”

  She shook her breasts and frowned, looking down at them dejectedly.

  “I guess we could all use a new set of those,” I said, trying not to laugh. I had been blessed with a pretty decent chest, so I couldn’t necessarily relate to that exact complaint, but there was still plenty about my body I would eagerly change.

  “Not you, darlin,” she said, staring down at my breasts almost like she was reading my mind and laughing. “Hell, I’m half tempted to take a picture of yours to give my surgeon as a reference!”

  I couldn’t help it this time, and a laugh burst out of me. “Well, thanks.”

  She winked at me and it occurred to me that this whole conversation was just this woman’s slightly odd way of putting me at ease, and I’m surprised to find that it’s worked. The giant nervous butterflies in my belly have shrunk down to tiny flutters.

  “So, hon, what are you going to be auctioning, anyway?” she asked.

  I paused, thinking about it for a minute. I thought about the auctions that I had seen and how incredible they were. There were girls auctioning anything and everything. They seemed so…free.

  I thought of Elliot again, wondering if he was here in the crowd, and the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.

  “My virginity,” I said.

  I couldn’t believe my own ears. I had never had sex before and here I was about to give away my virginity to the highest bidder.

  I was scared to death, but this was the opportunity of a lifetime, I wasn’t about to let it go so easily. And even though I was afraid, my curiosity and excitement were overpowering.

  One way or another, today was going to be a turning point.

  Chapter Six

  Elliot

  “Next up is Nancy,” came the voice of the auctioneer. “Any takers?”

  I looked up at the girl standing on the stage. She was pretty enough, with long red waves and doe-like brown eyes. There wasn’t anything wrong with her, and a few years ago, I might have been all over her. But at the auction, nothing stirred in me. That wild, party-guy instinct that normally ruled me at these things was just gone.

  I stared at the redhead for so long she seemed to turn into Candy. I imagined her standing there in front of me, smiling at me. I smiled back.

  I shook my head, trying to get into the spirit of the auction. But, I just couldn’t stop thinking about Candy.

  I was so focused on her that when I heard the auctioneer’s voice announcing: “Up next is Candy…” I was sure that I had been imagining things.

  Until I realized that it was actually Candy standing up on the stage in front of me. I almost felt like I had magicked her up. I blinked a few times just to make sure that I wasn’t imagining things. I pinched myself. It was real. It was happening. Candy was really standing on the stage about to be auctioned right in front of me.

  I was stunned to see her, but thrilled at the same time.

  I knew one thing: I had to have her. This was my chance, it had to be fate. There was no way that I was going to let an opportunity like this pass me by.

  My paddle went up before I even knew what she was auctioning or what the price would be.

  “Whoa, hang on there,” said the auctioneer, gaining a smattering of laughter from the crowd. “Let me tell you what’s up for auction, first! The lovely Miss Candy wants to auction off her virginity today, but we’re starting out with just a little taste of our sweet treat here.”

  A ripple of “oos” went through the crowd. I licked my lips and sat up in my chair, clenching my paddle hard in my hands so much that my knuckles turned white.

  “Shall we start the bidding out at $3,000?” said the auctioneer.

  My paddle flew up so fast it almost flew out of my hand.

  “$3,500 anyone?”

  A paddle in the back went up slowly. I was shocked. I almost forgot that anyone else was in the room as I stared at Candy. But, there was. And apparently there was someone there who really wanted a taste of whatever merchandise she was offering. I would put my paddle up when a new number was thrown out and the paddle would fly right back up. The numbers were climbing, but I didn’t give a fuck. Whatever it cost me, I was going to pay it.

  Candy was mine.

  She met my gaze and it was like the rest of the room fell away. All I could see was her. The cacophony of the auction around me faded away until the auctioneer’s voice rang out: “You, sir, are the winner!”

  Panicked, I looked around the room to see who she had been talking to, ready to write a check for a million fucking dollars to get her back if that’s what it takes.

  But then I realize everyone else was looking at me. It was me. I h
ad won the auction. I was ecstatic. I didn’t want to waste any more time. I walked right up to the stage, prepared to get my taste. She looked at me, a look on her face that told me that she wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do.

  There was a stool on the stage and I sat her down, shoving her skirt up her thighs. She gasped in surprise, but parted her legs for me when I slid a hand up her inner thigh.

  I opened her legs wide, dropping down to my knees, and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.

  Her breath came faster and her head fell back as I moved higher and higher.

  She was practically shaking with need when I peeled away her panties. The sweet scent of her arousal made my cock pulse with need.

  I bent back down and started lapping away at her pussy. She tasted so good and grew wetter by the second. I could feel her writhing beneath my tongue. I held her hips in place, forcing her to stay put. I licked and sucked her pussy, everyone watching and cheering as I did so shamelessly and enthusiastically. The more I licked and sucked at her pussy, my tongue circling her clit and darting in and out of her hole, the more turned on I got. My dick was hard as a rock, straining against my zipper.

  Suddenly, her moans got higher and her breath came quicker.

  “I-I’m cumming,” she whispered to me.

  But I already knew. Her pussy soaked my tongue with her hot juices. I sucked harder, drinking every bit of her in. I wiped my mouth when she had finished, staring down at the glistening folds and feeling my erection throb, aching to slide inside that tight hole.

  But I reigned myself in and I walked slowly back to my seat, being greeted by cheers and congratulations as I sat back down. I felt like I had won a major prize.

  But, the big prize had yet to be auctioned.

  “Now the moment we’ve all been waiting for,” said the auctioneer, looking at the audience with a mischievous look on her face. “Let’s start the bidding for this lovely lady’s virginity, shall we?”

  I wanted to scream.

  I didn’t want anyone else’s eyes on her, let alone their hands. A taste wasn’t nearly enough, I wanted all of her.

  I wanted her all to myself.

  I put my paddle up.

  The numbers climbed and the same paddle in the back went up, more enthusiastically this time.

  We went back and forth for a while, the price soaring to near-record highs. And the fact that it was Candy that was on the docket made this even more amazing to me.

  There was no doubt in my mind that I would win, but that didn’t make it any less thrilling when I did.

  “Congratulations, sir,” said the auctioneer. “Step forward and claim your prize.”

  I looked up at Candy and she looked like cartoon stars were spinning around her head. I didn’t want to shake her up even more so I decided that I wouldn’t take her virginity right there in front of everyone. I would wait until we were in a more private setting. I walked up to the stage and extended my hand towards a dazed Candy. She stared at my hand for a minute before taking it and stepping down from the stage.

  “Thank you,” she said robotically.

  “You’re welcome,” I said. “I’m more than happy to help.”

  “You sound like me,” she said, starting to become more lucid. “I love helping people, too.”

  “It does my heart good when I’m able to help someone,” I said. “Especially a woman as beautiful as you are.”

  She blushed at my compliment and said thank you. I told her that she deserved it and that I meant every word.

  “Wait, you’re not going to fuck me on the stage, too?” she asked, realizing I was leading her away and sounding almost like she couldn’t believe it.

  And maybe it was my imagination, but she almost sounded…disappointed.

  I shook my head.

  “No, I don’t think so,” I said, looking around the room. Eyes were on us, waiting to see what we were going to do.

  “Oh,” she sounded puzzled, and this time the disappointment was more evident.

  “But, we can meet for a date tomorrow and go from there,” I said.

  “Okay,” she said, sounding relieved.

  I really wanted to take her right then and there I was so horny. But, I also knew that waiting would make it that much sweeter.

  So, I would wait.

  Chapter Seven

  Candy

  I wasn’t quite sure why, but I hung around the auction after Elliot left and the auction was over. I was still in a daze by the events of the night and was trying to process everything that had happened. I had gotten my pussy eaten on stage in front of everyone and I was still a virgin. It was quite the excitement for a virgin to experience.

  So, I waited around, hoping that things would start to make more sense.

  I also started doing my calculations and came to a disheartening conclusion: I still wasn’t going to have enough money to get the building that I had my sights set on.

  I tried to cheer myself up with the thought of my date the following night. Elliot was such a charmer and incredibly sexy. And I already knew that he knew what to do with his mouth. I was curious about what else he knew how to do.

  But, my bakery was my dream. I wanted my business to grow more than anything.

  All of a sudden, I felt so overwhelmed my head began to spin. Everything felt like too much. On one hand, I was overjoyed and still tingling from what had just happened, but on the other, I was faced with the grief of my dream slipping from my grasp.

  I found a hidden corner and tucked myself away, trying to pull myself together, but the emotional upheaval was just too much for me to take and despite me trying to fight it, a handful of tears rolled down my face. Once they started falling, I couldn’t stop them from coming. Huge, wet tears rolled down my cheeks. I choked back sobs so that I wouldn’t be noticed.

  But, it was too late for all of that. Someone had noticed.

  It was Tammy.

  "What's wrong?" She sounded genuinely concerned, which surprised me.

  I was full bracing myself for her to come and tear me a new one, but there was none of the usual hatred rolling off of her in waves. She really sounded sympathetic when she asked: “Was there something wrong with your auction?"

  I sniffled a little and dried my eyes before finally bringing myself to speak. "No, I'm having a great time at the auction tonight, surprisingly,” I felt like a crazy person, telling her what a good time I had while I was wiping my tears, “I'm having a lot of fun with the guy I met; In fact, I plan on seeing him again. I'm not upset about the results, but it’s something else.”

  "What is it, then?" she asked, sounding understandably puzzled.

  "I didn't make enough from my bids to be able to upgrade my baking and catering business to a larger building," I said, the words driving me to tears all over again.

  It sounded so shallow and stupid when I said it like that, and I knew I should be grateful that I’d found this auction at all, but I couldn’t help it. I’d pinned all my hopes on this and it felt like a dream being torn away.

  There was a long silence before Tammy spoke again. "Oh, really? Which place did you have in mind?" she asked.

  There was a weird edge to her voice, suspicious, but I shrugged it off and pulled out my phone to show her pictures of the site. The building was stunning, and I had been in love with it for ages, watching it obsessively to keep track of it and make sure it was still on the market.

  Suddenly, Tammy snapped to attention, her eyes widened. She pressed my phone into my hand. "Aw, I'm sorry to hear that,” she said, but there was something icy in her tone that robbed the words of any sincerity.

  Just looking at the building had brought on a fresh wave of tears, and I was trying to pull myself together when I realized she was gone. She had simply turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd.

  Had I said something wrong? I felt even sillier now having opened up to her only to have her end the conversation so abruptly. I was left standing there, surprised and co
nfused.

  But, instead of standing there and risking another breakdown, I decided to make my way home. I would have to come up with another way to get the rest of the money. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to do it, but I had come too far not to see it through.

  As I lay in bed, letting my thoughts run free, I started thinking about Elliot. Excitement raced through me again as I thought about the fact that I would be going on a date with him the next night. I was excited to see him, but more excited to finish what we had started.

  I drifted off to sleep that night with a huge smile on my face and his face plastered on my brain.

  Chapter Eight

  Elliot

  I got dressed, careful to put on my best black suit and tie. I wanted to impress her the way that she had impressed me, and the best way that I knew how to do that was by showing off my impressive wardrobe.

  I had accumulated pieces from my travels all over the world, so it was quite the collection that I had. As I put on the gold cufflinks that sported a letter E for my name, I smiled, knowing that that signature piece alone would probably be enough to impress her.

  I pulled up at the address that she gave me, parked the car, and walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell. The door swung open and another woman opened the door. I recognized her as Candy’s friend, Amelia, and the girl Reid had been mooning over.

  “She’s just finishing up getting dressed,” she said, standing in her doorway, the door halfway closed like she was ready to slam it on me.

  She ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly. I wondered if something was going on with her and Reid, she looked frazzled and upset.

  I decided not to upset her further. “Tell her I’ll wait for her out here,” I said, heading back to my car.

  I turned on the radio and waited. After five minutes when she still hadn’t appeared, I wondered how much longer she would be. Should I go back up to the door? Would that make me seem too eager? Rude? I didn’t quite know what to do so I just sat.