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

by Carmen Falcone

  “Of course.”

  He walked in the direction of the door and tossed her a glance over his shoulder. “Really nice meeting you.”

  She watched him go, and it took her a few seconds to sit on one of the sofas in the living area. Something didn’t make sense. Why did he come to see Theo when it was obvious Theo would be working? Besides, he had his brother’s cell phone number and could call him anytime. Coming here was a calculated move.

  A lump of uneasiness thickened her throat. He came to meet me. But why?

  Amaya left the shower and reached for the fluffy towel hanging on the rack. After drying herself, she slipped on a soft robe. But even the perks of a marbled bathroom and luxury amenities didn’t take her mind from the nagging feeling in her gut. How did his brother find out about her? Did Theo mention her to him, perhaps by accident, and his brother visited to check her out?

  What if Theo told Kostas about the virgin auction, and Kostas had been curious to meet her? She towel dried her hair, then combed it. Theo didn’t owe her confidentiality. He could tell whoever he wanted about how they’d met. Why would he keep it a secret?

  I’m not special. He was using her to catch up sexually for the years of celibacy before he married someone he, his family, and friends deemed worthy. Someone the complete opposite of her. Even if she had met him under different circumstances, nothing would change her identity.

  “Thinking hard?” a too-familiar, deep male voice asked, and she turned to the door to find Theo leaning against the threshold, his gaze sliding down her body.

  “You’re home already? It’s not even six,” she said, because sadly, she’d counted the minutes ever since he’d left that morning.

  “I finished a meeting early.” He erased the distance between them and gave her a kiss.

  She circled her arms around his head. “Your brother came for a visit earlier.”

  He frowned and withdrew from her. “Kostas was here?”

  “Yeah. How did he know about me? Did you tell him?”

  “No.” He looked at nowhere in particular, lost in thought for a moment, then blinked and turned his attention back to her. “My mother. She called here one day, and the housekeeper told her about you. She must have told Kostas, and he came over when he knew I’d be at work.”

  “Why?”

  He stroked her cheek. “It’s her way of making sure you know they know. It’s stupid, and I’ll talk to Kostas about it.”

  “She’s not going to hire a hitman and kill me, is she?”

  He chuckled. “No. My mom is a sweet woman who’s been obeying old, deep-seated family rules for too long.” He dipped his head down, his eyes boring into hers. “No one’s touching you but me, agapi mou. If my brother did or said anything inappropriate let me know and I’ll make sure he pays,” he said, gritting his teeth.

  A current of pride bolted through her, sending thrills of awareness to her pussy. He’d meant every word—she saw it in his eyes. When had anyone fought for her like this? Her parents had loved her, of course, but they’d been busy grieving her sister’s death and dealing with Diego their whole life. She hadn’t had a steady boyfriend or hell, even a male friend who acted like her protector.

  Her heart raced. She’d been her own protector, and now, Diego’s too. Though it felt good to have someone else do that job, even if temporarily. Even if hypothetically.

  “Why would you go to such great lengths for me?”

  Chapter Nine

  “Because I’d be an idiot not to,” he said, emotion thickening his throat. “Because you’re worth it.”

  He kissed her, adamant on showing her how much he cared for her—not just sexually, but also as a woman. Hell, he’d shared with her things he hadn’t told anyone and wanted more. More of Amaya.

  He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and she matched his passion, pulling him close in a move that sucked the remaining air from his lungs. Swiftly, he lifted her from the floor and carried her to bed. At first, he’d wanted them to have separate rooms so she could have her privacy, her comfort zone.

  Now he wanted nothing but to invade her space and stay there for as long as she’d let him. He put her on his bed, and she smartly removed her robe, tossing it aside. One look at her soft, warm, gorgeous body, bare for him, and he groaned.

  A shade of red covered her cheeks. “I like the hunger in your eyes.”

  “There’s a hunger inside to match.”

  She licked her lips. “Yes.”

  He covered her body with his, and for a moment, the idea to take her played in his mind, seductive like an old jazz melody. But he’d delay his own pleasure and ravish her, feast on her sexy body until she could no longer take it.

  She motioned to wrap her legs around him, and if she continued, he’d be lost. So he began to descend on her body, kissing her neck, feeling rather than hearing her moan. She trembled, and her skin visibly prickled.

  He continued his exploration, lapping at her breasts while touching her curves with his palm. She caressed his hair, her fingers working his scalp and sending a shot of awareness down his body. His cock strained against his boxers, and sweat coated his forehead. I’m still dressed.

  He’d take off his clothes soon, but not yet.

  Eagerly, he switched from one breast to the other, this time tugging at it a bit, teasing the taut peak with his teeth. She squirmed under him, restless, moving her head from side to side on the pillow and touching his shoulders. She managed to insert her hands into his collar, scratching his neck, provoking him, heating him up internally.

  He nipped her breast in retaliation, earning a raw, drawn-out moan from her. Then, he continued his torture, giving her warm flesh open-mouthed kisses as he made his way down. When he faced her glistening pussy, his heart skipped a beat.

  Cream already coated the folds, her clit swelling for him. He’d kiss her there—hell, he was thirsty for it. But first, he needed to grab something he’d bought on the way home. He got out of the bed and reached for the tube of lube he’d placed there earlier. She whimpered, protesting his abrupt change.

  “What’s happening?” she asked, propping herself on her elbows, her gaze following him as he scooted down the bed and kneeled between her thighs.

  “I had to grab something, love. Today I’m playing with you everywhere.”

  “Dios mio.”

  “That’s right. Lie down and relax,” he said, tapping her leg. She followed his command, and he opened the tube and put it next to him. Soon, he’d use it—very soon.

  With the tip of his tongue, he traced the path from her outer lips to her inner lips. A little feminine growl filled the air, and he smiled against her most vulnerable spot. She was enjoying this. Good.

  He kissed her center, reveling in her female scent of arousal, pressing his nose into her naughty flesh. Her thighs trembled, but he pinned them into place, forcing her to experience the overload of sensations he intended on showing her.

  With gusto, he licked her folds, working his way to her clit. He lapped at the pleasure bean, then sucked it and added three fingers into her pussy for more pressure. She moaned, and he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her, with quick plunges, while sliding his tongue down the apex of her thighs.

  When he found the diamond-shaped entrance, he nudged her thighs farther apart. To distract her, he intensified the thrusts in her cunt, feeling her response as she quivered on the mattress. Then he dipped lower, sliding his tongue around her tight hole, tasting her musky flesh. He worked his tongue, teasing her, claiming every part of her as his.

  She almost flew from the mattress, shouting his name, and he didn’t let up, plunging his digits into her until her trembling came to an end. When he withdrew from both entrances and lifted his head to look at her, she sighed. With her hair disheveled on the pillows, sweat sheening her body, and pupils still dilated, she’d never looked lovelier. “You should come home early more often.”

  …

  Amaya touched her chest, hoping he
r heart would slow the fuck down.

  He’d eaten her out, taken her to a different planet, and then he’d licked her asshole. Just like it was any given Sunday. She swallowed. The idea would have turned her off before.

  Theo, though…made everything so natural. She wanted him to kiss, lick, and brand every part of her.

  “Turn around, Amaya. Now the fun begins,” he said, pulling her from her thoughts.

  More fun? Hmmmm. She obeyed him, and he gently grabbed her feet and pulled her down on the bed. Then, he leaned over her and lifted her ass, so she was on all fours, and stood behind her.

  “I can’t think of a more beautiful view.” His voice was gravelly, raspy, filled with suppressed desire. It’d been probably hard for him to pleasure her and delay his climax.

  She tossed him a glance over her shoulder. “Then stop thinking.”

  His gaze collided with hers, and the intensity burning in his eyes quickened her pulse. He palmed her ass, his strong and large hands fondling her extra layer of flesh. Soon, his massage warmed her skin, and she turned her head and glanced at the pillow. She couldn’t manage to look at him and be on the receiving end of that sensual touch—not without coming, and she had to wait for him now.

  Soon, he parted her thighs with his hands, without stopping the vigorous kneading on her ass. She moved her hips from side to side as if following the rhythm of waves in the ocean. He stopped touching her for a moment, and she heard the sound of him opening a tube and squirting some liquid on his palm. “Relax, my love. Weren’t you the one who suggested we stop thinking?”

  She cleared her throat, unsure about how to respond. Most likely he’d used lubricant, but why? She was plenty wet, unless—

  Theo slid his hand in between her cheeks, palming one of them from the inside. Instinctively, she clenched her legs together, tightening his hand in between her ass. He gave a low chuckle, and the irony of what she’d done wasn’t lost on her—somehow she’d managed to compress his hand in her butt, and it didn’t feel…horrible.

  With his other hand, he parted her folds, the tips of his fingers teasing her pussy. She relaxed her shoulders, and the wave of comfort washed over her, loosening her muscles. Perhaps sensing her waver, he moved one finger close to her entrance, the same way he’d done earlier, when he’d kissed her there.

  Warm, delightful tingles spread across the area he touched. Maybe the lube he’d used heated upon skin contact. Feeling more confident, she swayed her hips into his touch, silently asking for more. What else did he have in mind?

  Groaning, he added another finger to his exploration, and he slipped them into her channel. She gasped, getting used to the unfamiliar intrusion. Then, he positioned his cock close enough to her cunt, without entering.

  He teased her by stroking the thick head of his rod on her folds. Zings of anticipation traveled through her, and she clenched the pillow with both hands. Unable to stay still, she bucked toward him once more. This time, he heard her plea—and thrust his cock inside her wetness, earning a low groan from her. The more they made love, the quicker her body adjusted to his.

  “Theo. Yes. This,” she whispered, barely able to string words together.

  He began to pull back then plunge forward, all the way to the hilt, and she heard his breath. Labored. Rough. Much like hers.

  She rocked her hips into him, loving the rhythm he set. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her hole, and each time he entered her anal passage, the warm sensation grew, and the friction shot tides of tingly awareness through her. God, she wouldn’t be able to take any more stimulation.

  “I love being inside you like this. You’re soaking wet and ready and”—he stopped for a moment and withdrew his cock halfway, then slammed inside her so deep, she yelped—“so hot.”

  “Theo. I don’t think I can last long.”

  “Then don’t, agapi mou.” He proved his point by intensifying his thrusts into her hole. Fiery passion flowed through her veins, her blood hot and thick. He drove himself in and out of her, from both holes, harder, with stronger plunges, and when the blood began to boil in her stream, she wavered.

  Letting the waves of pleasure ride her, her head fell on the pillow, strength deserting her as her body convulsed. She closed her eyes, seeing golden and silver specks behind her lids, along with a release that, at least, offered some serenity.

  She was still quivering when he removed his fingers from her hole, only to grab her hips with both hands, his fingers biting into her skin. She mentally braced herself for his orgasm, knowing he’d been holding out for too long.

  He drew out his dick midway and then plunged inside.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Her breath caught in her throat.

  The third time, he growled, the masculine and animal-like sound filling the space. He poured his seed inside her, and she felt him trembling on top of her, jerking as his own pleasure overtook him.

  When he dropped to her side on the bed, she turned her head to face him. “I’m going to tell Madame Alexa I won the auction lottery.”

  He peered at her, then ran his finger down her nose.

  “I mean, you could have been a much older man with a beer belly and—”

  “I don’t want to think of you with any other man,” he said, cutting her off. A trace of annoyance laced his words.

  She sucked in a breath. Shit. That was probably not the best way to pillow talk. However, wasn’t it sad he had the luxury of not imagining her with someone else, but she did not? He’d not only bed but marry another woman. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. “I don’t want to, either,” she said. Hell, it wasn’t a lie.

  When she returned to the United States, she’d be busy transitioning her brother into his new home, getting to know his therapists and care team. She’d have to study the best way to invest her new money, and learn what she needed to do in order to open her own restaurant. A whole new life awaited her.

  He planted a kiss on her shoulder, and she pulled up the sheet to cover her body, then snuggled closer to him.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Nothing.”

  He chuckled, the hearty sound reverberating through her. “You’re a bad liar.”

  “Okay. Fine. I’m thinking about my life when I go back home. Lots of things to do, you know? Thanks to you, I’ll be able to give my brother a better life.” And I’ll also start having a life too. The idea of thinking of her own needs was as foreign as another language. “Even when my parents were alive, I always did a lot to help them with Diego. Not that it was a burden. I love my brother. After they died, I took all the responsibilities. It’ll be different, though, to have extra time and think about my needs too.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “You deserve it. My grandfather would have liked you.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “He was a man committed to his obligations and admired that in other people,” he said, affection pouring from his voice. “After my grandmother died, he got very depressed. My parents told me to live with him for a few years, to cheer him up. I was his first grandson, and he loved having me around.”

  “How old were you when you moved in with him?”

  “Eight.”

  Eight. Melancholy cooled her veins. Poor thing had been way too young when he’d been sent to live with an older man who probably needed more help than he could ever give. “You were very young. Didn’t you miss your parents?”

  “I saw them often. Besides, I was able to be there for my grandfather, and my presence helped him get out of his funk. It was my duty to help.”

  Duty. A sadness she had no right to feel claimed her, and she clamped her lips, opting to keep her opinions to herself. He stroked her arm, his fingers running up and down her skin with a gentleness that clasped her heart. She had no right to be upset about his strong moral code—his fierce loyalty to his family.

  After all, she was a temporary lover and nothing else, and that harsh real
ity hurt her more than just a little.

  Chapter Ten

  “Well, since most of the board members have agreed, we’ll hold the annual party in three months,” Uncle Horace said, and most of the men around the long oval table nodded. “Thank you, everyone.”

  They began to stand and leave the table. Theo curled his fingers into a fist, annoyance stiffening his muscles. Sure, his uncle wanted the excuse of a party because he’d probably pocket a large sum of money. Not because he gave a shit about the employees or their quality of life. To make matters worse, his father hadn’t attended the meeting. He had to go to a doctor’s appointment he couldn’t miss.

  “This is bullshit,” he said to his brother, who had arrived late into the meeting.

  “Calm down, Theo,” Kostas said, glancing around as more people left the conference room. “You’ll get control over the company soon. I mean, if you don’t change the original plan.”

  “What are you talking about?” Theo said, stretching to his full height. He hadn’t had the chance to talk to his brother about him meeting Amaya yet. And he sure as hell wouldn’t do it until they were alone.

  “Calm down, brother.” Kostas lifted his hands in surrender. “Mama told me about an American girl living at your house, and I went to see her. I knew if I asked you, you’d tell me off.”

  “Skata. God damn right I would.”

  “Well, Amaya Lopez is an amazing woman. From the few minutes I talked to her, I could see why you’ve invited her for a, hmm, vacation.”

  “What’s he talking about?” Horace asked behind them.

  Fuck. Theo turned to face his uncle, who angled closer. How much had he heard? Enough to use it against him. “None of your business, Horace,” Theo said dismissively. “Just a mutual acquaintance.”

  His uncle’s eyebrows furrowed, and he perched his hand at his belt. “Of course.” The lines of his face softened, and he tapped Theo’s shoulder. “Boys will be boys.”

  Boys will be boys? “And men will be men,” Kostas said in a snarky voice. “Most of the time, anyway.” Had his brother finally manned up enough to say something remotely snarky to his uncle?