Auctioned to the Greek Billionaire (The Highest Bidder Book 1)

by Carmen Falcone

  Theo placed it on her head and propped her to face the full-length mirror to the side of the shop crawling with tourists. “You look beautiful.” He dropped his hand to her shoulder.

  The contact instantly sizzled her nerves. He didn’t waver, his gaze on hers, and she doubted he’d paid much attention to the accessory. Lazily, he touched her sides, finding the indent of her waist and erasing the distance between her back and his front.

  What a front. She peered at her reflection in the mirror, recognizing the glint of desire in the golden depths of her irises. Her lips parted, and she longed for a kiss. Theo’s breath fanned her ears, and she didn’t yank her gaze from his for a moment, watching his Adam’s apple bob. “Come with me,” he whispered in her ear, prickling her scalp.

  In a blur, he put his hand in hers, and she hurried to remove the hat from her head and place it back on the shelf. Instinct told her they didn’t have time to get into the long line to pay.

  A nervous chuckle left her mouth, and she squeezed his hand. He gave her a mischievous glance, firing her up even more. God. Once they stepped out of the shop, he guided her through the crowd, paving the way among countless shops and streets that became narrowed and less populated as they marched.

  Was he taking her to his car to rush home and have sex? Her pussy tingled at the idea, though when they finally reached an empty street, her thought process pivoted. Sweat slicked her forehead from the adrenaline pumping in her veins. “Where are we going?”

  “We’re going to fuck, agapi mou. I can’t wait any longer,” he said, his accent so pronounced she had to wait a second to register what he’d said.

  “Neither can I,” she said, her voice so low she doubted he heard her. She’d thought of little else since the previous night, when she slept in his arms. She craved to feel him inside her, claiming her like no one else had. This time, they had to go all the way—otherwise she’d go crazy.

  Her heart floated up her throat, pulsing hard, wild. He pointed at a white building within a few feet without any sign, only a blue wooden door, and they made their way there.

  He glanced at both sides before he kicked the door open and dragged her inside.

  “What? What if—”

  “Shhhh…” He closed the door and took her to the left corner of the empty interior. Stale air filled the place, making breathing difficult. Or was it because she wanted him so much, it became impossible to keep up?

  Theo removed her dress and pulled down her underwear, leaving her bare. Naked and unashamed. He took off his shirt and jeans, kicking his shoes to the side. Hmmm… commando.

  When he kissed her, her every sense seared with awareness. She circled her arms around his head, angling her mouth for him to command. He took every bit of her offer, and more, skating his hands down her naked breasts, cupping them until a hot throb began to beat behind her nipples.

  She touched his chest, loving his hard muscles, the countless ridges and planes of amazing abs. When she palmed his cock, a thrill shot up her wrist, spiking her pulse. Suddenly, everything moved faster than the previous night, and she stroked him from root to tip, feeling him grow under her grasp.

  He kneaded her ass in circular movements, warming her flesh until she tore her mouth from his to gasp for air. He did the same, resting his forehead against hers. She grinded on him, wishing there was a way she could rub all of herself on him at once.

  He groaned, and his manly fluid bubbled at the tip. Then, he pushed her against the wall, lifting her from the ground. She quivered, so aroused for him, for the promise of a quick, dirty fuck.

  She didn’t waste time and wrapped her legs around him, welcoming him into her, eager and willing. He positioned himself at her entrance with a wicked grin. “Kiss me.”

  He stroked her cheek, and the gentle touch alone helped dissipate the pain. Her bones seemed to melt, and she let out a long sigh. When he fused his lips on hers, a current of arousal reignited inside, and she knew then she was ready for more.

  She scratched his shoulder and felt him grow inside her. He deepened the claim of his lips on hers, his tongue teasing, exploring, and commanding. He cupped her neck, angling her head to intensify the kiss. A kiss that demanded and punished. Gasping for air, she broke it off to breathe.

  Theo continued to deposit small pecks on her cheek and nose, and a part of her wanted to die in his arms, now. All the stimulation stoked a fire in her belly, one only he could extinguish.

  He continued to thrust his cock inside her, her walls clinging to every inch of him. She chewed her lip, and the thread of pain shot at her again as her body adjusted to his size.

  “Amaya, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Did I frown? She looked at him square in the eyes, resolute in giving him the honesty he deserved. “You’re enormous, and it takes a while. We can do this, Theo. I want every inch of you inside me.”

  A wolfish smile curled his lips. “You’re very ambitious, Amaya Lopez.”

  She winked at him. “You’re spoiling me.”

  He nipped her nose. “You just wait.”

  A spark of affection crossed his eyes, sizzling the little hairs at the back of her neck. Affection? She probably misread the signals, but who cared? She needed…this. His attentive manner, even if he didn’t live up to it for the remainder of her stay.

  “You’re so tight, baby. And soaking wet,” he said, and she felt more of his cock filling her.

  “This…” Her breath caught in her throat.

  “Almost done.”

  Sweet Jesus. There was more! She decided not to voice her surprise—he’d been big when she’d seen him naked, and when she sucked his gorgeous cock, she hadn’t been able to put him completely in her mouth. But this…

  She moaned.

  Little electric charges of awareness began to ignite her from head to toe. When he finished entering her, he didn’t move for a moment, and she reveled in that primal sensation of being stuffed by a male. Her clit throbbed, swelling, achy.

  Then, he pulled his cock halfway out, and before she had time to protest, he plunged inside her again, at once. His balls, heavy and full, slapped against her thighs. He continued to retreat and thrust, each time harder, deeper, all the way to the hilt.

  Her heart raced madly, blood pounding at her pulse. The friction made her inner muscles stretch to the max. Ripples of pleasure began to move through her, and she arched against him, holding his sweat-slicked shoulders, then lowering her hands to cup his perfect ass.

  She darted out her tongue, searching for him, and he kissed her with a passion even greater than before. She clenched his ass, and discovered it made him fuck her quicker, with steady plunges, each time driving her wild for more. His cock was the gateway drug for a world of unknown pleasures. Pleasures she didn’t dare to ignore.

  “Theo…I’m…” she started, finding it hard to string sentences together.

  “Come for me, Amaya,” he said, and flicked her clit in a maddening rhythm, which took her over the edge. Soon, her body contracted for one hot second, then released again with tremors as her climax washed over her, the little ripples from seconds ago turning into a tsunami of pleasure.

  She succumbed to the sensations overpowering her, feeling so weak and yet so charged. He groaned, jerking backward and forward a couple of times until he released himself inside her, his hot load filling her, completing her. Making her full even though she’d never been empty before.

  Chapter Eight

  Theo kissed her head. For the past ten minutes or so, they’d lain on the hardwood floor of the house he’d broken into—a house that also belonged to his family, and whose last renters had vacated months prior.

  He’d done it—successfully devirginized her, giving her pleasure and not pain. The milestone should give him a boost, teach him spontaneity had worked in his favor—much better than old concerns and old ghosts. But, instead, determination bolted through him, to teach her all the wonders of sex. To have her by his side for as long as fate allow
ed.

  When he’d decided he had to have her, the convenient location of the place popped in his mind, even if he didn’t have the key. And now, with Amaya in his arms, he had the certainty coming here had been the best decision he’d made all day—all week.

  “How was your first time, Theo?” she asked, breaking the blissful silence. “Was it special?”

  “Hardly,” he said, continuing the up and down motion on her arm. “I was fourteen, and she was seventeen. We went to school together.”

  “What was her name?” She propped herself on her elbows, watching him. Curiosity flickered in her eyes.

  He frowned. “Why does it matter?”

  “It doesn’t. But it’s unfair you’ve been there during my first time, and I know nothing about yours.”

  “Nilsa.”

  She kissed his shoulder. “Nilsa. Pretty name. Was she pretty?”

  “Yes, she was pretty.” Nothing like you, he added inwardly. “Tall and smart.”

  The softness from her face disappeared, and she cleared her throat. “Did it go okay? Your first time?”

  “Yes. Fast, but good.” What he lacked in experienced he’d made up for in eagerness.

  “Then why were you so worried you’d hurt me?”

  Theo glanced at her, then fixed his eyes on the ceiling. The post-sex ease faded away. Frustration clogged his throat. Should I tell her? Probably not. He’d be safer if he didn’t—after all, what good could his confidentiality agreement do if he told someone? His lawyer certainly would be against it.

  She touched his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Tell me, Theo,” she said in a sweet voice that stole his breath.

  He swallowed. “Before you, I was with someone who was a virgin. I didn’t know, and after a date, we made out and ended up drunk in her apartment. When we had sex, I went for it. Eleni was exceptionally tight down there, and started bleeding. Not just because of her hymen, but she had some internal tearing.”

  “Oh.”

  “I took her to the hospital,” he said, as images from that night flooded his mind, haunting him. He hadn’t wanted to leave her side for one moment, worried something bad might happen to her. The doctors assured him she would be okay, and when they took her away for examining, when that heavy door closed in front of him, he’d slammed the wall. He’d done it to her. He’d hurt her. “She didn’t want to see me anymore.”

  “I’m sorry.” She squeezed his shoulder. “You didn’t mean to hurt her, though. And you did the right thing by taking her to a hospital.”

  Did she say those things because she truly believed them or because she was paid to be his sex buddy? He rubbed his temples, wishing the tightening in his chest would loosen. What chance did he have to create any relationship—even friendship—with Amaya, when his cynical side would always remember how they’d started?

  He pinched the bridge of his nose a tad too aggressively. Why would he be friends with her after their month came to an end? She’d have her life in Nevada, and hell, he’d have enough to do in Greece. Besides, he’d be a married man and he intended on following all the vows from his wedding day. He’d never cheat on Talia. A promise is a promise. His grandfather had taught him the importance of a man’s word from an early age, and he couldn’t dishonor those lessons. Even if they killed him inside.

  “Wrecking a woman’s vagina isn’t ever the right thing.”

  “She was a virgin, and you didn’t know.” She caressed his hair, wiping some of it from his face. The affectionate gesture sent a wave of warmth through him. “Did you get to apologize?”

  “Yes, I did. And she sent me the bill.”

  “The hospital bill?”

  “I’d have paid for the hospital regardless. But she got a lawyer to get as much money as they could from me, so she wouldn’t go to the press and tell them what happened.”

  “Jesus,” she said. “Did the money fix anything?”

  No. He kept the short answer to himself, a lump of confusion forming in his throat. He’d never asked himself that question, but if he had… What difference would it have made? Maybe Eleni acted out of spite, or maybe she wanted some financial gain after regretting giving him her virginity. “I hadn’t had sex since then. Not until I met you.”

  “Because of what happened?”

  “Yes. If I learned anything from the disgraceful event, it was to be cautious,” he said, remembering how many times he’d seen Eleni’s face in other women’s.

  “I understand.” She stroked his cheek, the type of gentle caress he hadn’t received since his childhood. He’d dated, yes, a lot. But the women he bedded never got to see his vulnerable side—because he knew his future was sealed. “Thanks for sharing the story with me.”

  “Besides my lawyer, you’re the only one I’ve ever told.” He caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. He’d been too ashamed to tell his family what had happened. His father would have been worried about the future of the company—after all, he was groomed to be the president of Rhodes Enterprises, and what kind of president already has scandals before he even takes his position?

  An invisible weight lifted from his shoulders. Damn. It felt good to tell someone who wouldn’t judge him. Kindness gleamed in her eyes, and she leaned onto him, covering him with her body. A bubble of warmth closed around them. His blood rushed down to the part of him which had been the very subject of their conversation.

  “I’m glad I know. Explains why you’re so careful. Trust me, Theo.”

  “I don’t want you to say it’s okay just because you think that’s your obligation.” And hell, he knew all about obligations. His entire life had turned into a long drawn-out task list.

  She shook her head. “I’m not. I like having sex with you…like isn’t the word. I love everything you do to me, how it feels when you’re inside me.”

  “Amaya.”

  She kissed his cheek. “I want everything you can give me.”

  He pulled her face up so she could see the message in his eyes. “There’s a lot I can’t give you,” he said firmly, even if a trace of sadness laced his voice at the end. Whether the statement killed the mood or not, he needed to tell her. Hell, he needed to hear it to make sure his dick and his brain were on the same page.

  She sucked in a breath, and if his pragmatism disappointed her, she didn’t show. She stared at him in silence for a moment. Then the corner of her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Then I’ll take whatever you can give.”

  …

  Amaya put the sleek cordless phone back on the base. She’d called Samantha to check on things, like she had every day for the past week. Thankfully, everything was good back home and she could go about her day without much worry.

  She glanced at the clock. Four p.m.

  Her internal alarm clock beeped, reminding her in a couple hours Theo would be home. She sighed. The days seemed endless, even if spent at a glorious mansion. To be productive, she shadowed the housekeeper in the kitchen, learning different ways to season food and other culinary tricks from Greece.

  Maybe Theo wouldn’t mind if she prepared dinner for them on the weekends. A real Mexican dish, like the ones she’d like to serve in the restaurant she’d open once the dust settled.

  The doorbell rang.

  The housekeeper had gone to buy groceries, so she rushed to the door to open it.

  When she opened it, a younger version of Theo, but no less handsome, stared at her.

  A thrill of apprehension moved through her, and she stepped back. Shit. Who was this guy? “May I help you?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Is my brother home?”

  Brother. Of course. With his skin one shade darker than Theo’s and a smile just as devastating, the man was certainly a younger brother. Kostas. She’d heard about him in passing. “No, he hasn’t returned from work yet.”

  He gave her a once-over, then shrugged. “May I come in?” he said with a trace of surprise in his voice, as if asking for permission wasn’t something he did every day.<
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  “Oh.” Amaya cleared her throat. Shit. “Of course. Please,” she said, opening the door wide and gesturing for him to enter.

  He closed the door behind him and stretched out his hand. “I’m Kostas. You are?”

  “Amaya,” she said, shaking his hand. “Amaya Lopez.” She added her surname like it made a difference to him.

  “Nice to meet you.” He disengaged from her and glanced around. “I’m assuming you haven’t taken over the housekeeper’s position.”

  She waved him off. “No, I haven’t. Gosh, I’d probably do a sucky job taking care of this huge house by myself.”

  A trace of amusement touched his dark eyes. “Interesting. So, if you’re not the help, what are you doing in Theo’s home when he’s not around, Ms. Amaya Lopez from America?”

  She opened her mouth, but hesitated. Tension squeezed her chest, bile rising up her throat. Shit. What am I supposed to say? She didn’t want to flat-out lie, at least without knowing which lie to say.

  Kostas chuckled, lifting his hand in a stop signal. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to say anything. That’s none of my business.”

  Relief dropped her shoulders. “Thank you.”

  He nodded. “I’m glad my brother has a visitor. He’s been too stressed lately.”

  A flash of heat spread across her cheeks and neck. Did he mean a visitor for sex? Of course. What else could he mean? She pursed her lips, unsure.

  “Hey, Amaya. I mean it as a compliment. If Theo managed to keep you out of our family, that’s probably because he doesn’t want to share you with anyone else.”

  “Or because I don’t fit his plans,” she said. A second later, regret stabbed at her, and her hand flew to her mouth, but it was too late. She folded her arms. At least Kostas would learn she knew Theo’s situation—sadly, knew it all too well.

  He gave her a close-lipped smile. “Plans can change.”

  Yes, plans changed if people changed them. “Would you like to sit down?” she asked, nervous to be around this tall man who reminded her so much of Theo.

  “No, it’s okay. I only wanted to make sure you weren’t an intruder.” He winked. “I won’t keep you for much longer. Tell Theo I stopped by.”