Shared by the Highest Bidder: A Curvy Girl Why Choose Romance (Forever Our Girl Book 3) by Tori Chase & Deborah Garland

Author:Tori Chase & Deborah Garland [Chase, Tori & Garland, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chasing Dreams
Published: 2024-01-12T00:00:00+00:00

AFTER LITTLE MIA WAKES up crying for her mother, and I ease everyone’s minds with good post-op news, I change back into my suit, even though I know Ford loves me in my scrubs.

Loved easy access to my dick, like he owned it. Owned me.

He came ‘out’ as a top in the most possessive way. It suited his personality.

I arrive at the restaurant, and when I walk in, my heart sinks because it’s empty.

Completely empty. He didn’t wait.

They must have just closed and kicked him out.

Or...he just decided I wasn’t worth the wait.

Fuck, that hurts.

I’m about to leave when my eyes sharpen. I see a giant of a man standing against the long brick wall.

Ford Montgomery in a charcoal, pinstripe suit, stands in front of a table. For two.

No Bernadette. That pinches my heart, I was hoping he’d surprise me and bring her along.

But his wolfish, greedy gaze on me tightens my throat.

Do I want Bernadette to see how Ford manhandles me? What he reduces me to? How he brings me to my knees, literally, begging for his cock in my mouth? Can she handle how primal he gets with me?

A bartender on my left pops a cork of wine, and I’m drawn to Ford.

“Where is everyone?” I ask.

“Eating somewhere else.”

“What do you mean?”

“I paid them to close up so we could be alone.”

“Why?” I stagger back.

“Because I plan to be inappropriate, and I don’t want you to worry someone here will snitch to your father.”

He paid a New York City Midtown restaurant to close for dinner on a Friday night so he and I could eat alone. All so he can be inappropriate with me. Be the couple we once were.

Two grown men who can’t keep their fucking hands off each other.

Glancing around again, I see a woman in a black vest, matching pants, and a white shirt bringing over the wine. Only, it’s not wine. It’s champagne. My favorite drink after vodka.

“Did you get Bernie’s boyfriend to tell you where her designs are?” My heart ticks up that we’re celebrating something.

“You’re adorably excited for her.” Ford holds the chair out for me, but I grab the back.

“You don’t have to do that. That’s not what I need from you.” I may have been the bottom with him, the submissive, but I don’t need to be romanced.

“What do you need from me?” He grips my chin. “My cock?”

“God, yes,” I answer out of weakness.

“Good boy.” He breathes me in. “Now sit. Let me wine and dine you first.”

Fuck, maybe I do want a little romance...

The bottle of champagne is put down, and the server walks away fanning herself.

Ford isn’t exactly quiet. Or ashamed. This is who he is. When he’s in, he’s all in. And in the same unapologetic way he does everything else in his life.

The memory of how his cock felt buried deep inside me skitters across me, making my heart pound.

Jesus Fucking Christ, this is a date.

“Our food will be out in a little while.” He lifts the champagne and pours it for me.

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