Auctioned By The Ceo

He ignored Hannah's gasp, and George's sharp intake of breath.

"Yes, of course we are, but you can't just not turn up. Your guests-"

"Are only there for the free food and booze anyway, you know that. They'll be fine. Put Rhia on the phone for me, will you?"

"What the fuck, sure, man, but is Hannah okay with this? I mean. Ow, what was that for, baby? Okay, here, Sarah wants to talk to you."

Sure enough, there was rustling, as he handed the phone over, or more accurately had the phone wrenched from his hand if he knew his new sister-in-law, and then Sarah's amused voice spoke in his ear. "Might have guessed you'd pull a stunt like that. Give your new wife a kiss from me and don't you worry about Rhia. It will be our pleasure to look after her." Her lighthearted giggle made him grin, especially as Hannah's frown deepened, and she held her hand out for the phone. He shook his head and hit the loudspeaker button instead.

"You're on speaker now, Sarah. Tell your sister not to worry. She looks ready to argue with me, and she should know what happens to her when she does that." He raised his eyebrows, and Hannah closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Logan, seriously. Ignore my impossible husband, Sarah."

Another one of those terribly infectious giggles came down the line, and sure enough Hannah smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I don't think I will. That sounds like all sorts of delicious fun is right in your future. You'll have to fill me in on the gory details when you're back in London, sis."

Hannah turned an endearing shade of pink, and Logan was hard pushed to contain his amusement.

"Sarah, stop it." She glanced up at him and shook her head. "You know full well I won't tell you anything."

"Phtt, more's the pity. Here comes Rhia now. Hey, sweetie, say goodbye to Logan and Hannah. You'll see them when they come back from their holiday." More rustling and then Rhia's soft voice came through the line.

"You're going away?" She sounded so small and lost, it almost made Logan abandon this impulsive idea, but before he could respond, Hannah did.

"Only for a little while. We talked about this, remember? You'll have lots of fun with Auntie Sarah and Uncle George, and Logan and I will be back before you have a chance to miss us. I'll phone every day to see how you're doing, okay?"

Logan's chest tightened at the emotion in his new wife's voice. Rhia had blossomed under Sarah and Hannah's care and lived for the nightly ritual of Hannah's phone call to wish her sweet dreams. He should have known that Hannah would know the right words to put his niece at ease with their sudden departure. Already her nightmares had lessened, and she dropped off to sleep much easier than she ever had done since Hannah had become part of their lives. No doubt Rhia would come even more out of her shell, once Hannah lived under the same roof as they did.

The thought of having access to Hannah's delicious body twenty-four seven made his dick twitch in need. He needed this over

with, and he needed to be inside his wife ten minutes ago.

"K, bye then." Rhia still sounded lost, but he couldn't dwell on that now. After all, this whole marriage thing was for her, and they needed to do this right. No doubt word of their unorthodox behavior would make it back to Lord and Lady Franningham in no time those two seemed to have their spies everywhere and while they wouldn't approve at all, at least they couldn't use this against him. If anything, it proved the validity of their marriage, not that it was the driving force behind his rash decision to be alone with Hannah. No, that was pure lust talking and the chance to finally rid himself of his self-inflicted blue balls syndrome.

"Love you, sweetheart."

Hannah's words brought a lump of emotion to his throat, and as a result his voice was hoarse when he added his own goodbyes to Rhia.

"We'll see you soon, munchkin. Be good now."

"Yes, Daddy Logan."

There went another sucker punch to his gut. He didn't deserve that title, should never have had it bestowed on him, if his asshole of a brother had kept his temper in check. He ended the phone call, cutting Sarah off mid talking and turned his phone off. He wanted no distractions. With that in mind he stuffed all those painful thoughts back into the box they belonged in, and addressed his new wife.

"Shall we?"

Chapter Eight

The twinkle in Logan's dark eyes proved Hannah's undoing. He looked like a naughty schoolboy right now, bunking off lessons, and in truth she felt like that, too. As the first drops of rain fell out of the darkening sky, she screeched and, holding onto his hand, ran with him.

"Where are we going?" She gasped, breathless after her sprint in the far too tight corset, as they stopped outside his Jaguar.

"It's a surprise, you'll see. Get in before you're soaked through."

A clap of thunder made her jump, and she wasted no time to get into the car. The minute she did, the whole sky lit up in lightning, and Hannah screamed. Logan slammed the door shut, started the engine, turned the heating up, and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He looked even more sexy without it, the waistcoat accentuating his broad shoulders. When he undid the cufflinks and rolled the sleeves up, exposing powerful forearms, desire curled low in Hannah's belly.

Another loud roar of thunder shook the car, and more lightning forked against the sky. She couldn't help her flinch or the white-knuckle grip on the dashboard in response.

"Relax, sweetheart, we're perfectly safe in the car." Logan's deep voice in her ear, his hot breath against her neck as he leaned across and nibbled her earlobe, while he slowly uncurled her fingers from their death grip on the dash, worked its magic. "I've got you, little dove. Trust me."

It hit her then with a jolt almost as powerful as the thunder rolling across the Scottish countryside. She did trust him, and she relaxed into his embrace as he smiled at her. The interior of the car filled with warmth, but even if it hadn't her rising internal temperature would have chased away the tremors on her damp skin. This close to him in the confines of his car, there was no escaping his overwhelming presence, his raw masculinity, coupled with that hint of danger that drew her like a moth to the flame. His damp hair glistened, and a drop of rainwater fell off the end and ran along his nose, down to the full lips which she couldn't wait to taste again. He licked that drop away, and she bit back a moan.

"Jesus, woman, if you don't stop looking at me like that, I'll take you right here and now, and fuck who might see us."

She gasped, and those lips of his kicked up into a sinful smile, exposing even white teeth. His chiseled jaw already sported the first evidence of stubble, and she clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her nether regions. She remembered what that stubble felt like all too well, and it had been over a month since they'd last had sex.

"What, my little sweet dove? No protest." His voice dropped further to that deep, dark, sexy as all out growl, and she shook her head. "No, just I don't think we could, even if we wanted to, not with me in this dress."

Logan's deep sensual chuckle rolled over her, pulling her further into his spell, as he ran the knuckles of his hand over the swell of her breasts. Her breaths grew shallow, and he murmured something under his breath that she couldn't hear over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.

"I look forward to peeling you out those layers once we get to our tower."

That piqued her interest, as he put the car into drive and started to move down the long drive and out of the forest the castle was in.

"Tower, as in a real tower, like this castle?" she asked.

Logan glanced at her, deftly avoided a pothole, and smiled.

"Better than that, this one is medieval and retains many of its original charms. Don't worry, I arranged for all our clothes, etc. to be sent on ahead." He glanced her way again, and the heat in his expression took her breath away. "Not that you'll need many clothes once we're there. In fact, keeping you naked the entire time has definite appeal." He winked at her, and sexually charged silence fell between them. Really, what could she say to that?

Logan glanced her way occasionally, and when she didn't say anything, flicked the cd player on. Mellow jazz music filled the space, and Hannah sighed and relaxed into the plush heated seating. "That okay? Or you can choose something else."

Hannah smiled at the complex man she was now married to and shook her head.

"No, this is perfect. I just hadn't had you pegged for a jazz man," she said. Her gaze lingered on the tats on his arms, and Logan gave a short laugh.

"Let me guess, you had me pegged as heavy rock metal?"

"Guilty as charged, I'm sorry." She bit her lip, and Logan's gaze snared on that movement, before he turned his attention back to the winding country roads. "I, of all people, should know not to judge people by appearances."

Logan shifted up a gear, as they hit a straight stretch of road, and frowned.

"Meaning?"

"Oh, nothing." Hannah attempted a nonchalant shrug, and the man next to her growled. A proper, deep animalistic growl, which made her clit tingle in need and forced a gasp from her.

"Really, girl. Do we have to start our honeymoon with a punishment?" She jerked, and she knew her mouth had fallen open at his statement, while her insides did the merry God-yes-please-dance. "As much as I enjoy turning your ass red, I had other plans, but if you insist on being naughty, I guess it's just as well I packed my favorite paddle."

He fixed her with a stern glance before the road took his attention, and Hannah barely resisted the urge to fan herself.

"A paddle?" Her question came out as a cross between a squeak and moan. How attractive, not. Logan merely shrugged, and she forced the next few words out past the sudden lump in her throat. "Are you into all of that then? I mean the whole spanking thing is hot, but..." She couldn't bring herself to continue, all too aware how little she really knew about him.

"Not really. I dabble, that's all. Like you say it's hot in the bedroom. I'm rather a dab hand at ropes, if that's something you'd like to try, but I don't need it, if that's what you're asking of me. It just adds some spice, that's all, if my partner is into some kinky fun, shall we say."

The unspoken question hung between them, and Hannah swallowed hard at the wickedly sexy images that immediately bombarded her brain.

"Ropes sound fun," she finally said, and Logan's hand tightened on the steering wheel.

"Good to know, little dove, but I still need an answer as to what you meant by your original comment of not judging people by their appearances. There's a story there, and as we have a good hour's drive ahead of us yet, I want to hear it. Spill, or so help, me, I'll pull over in the next layby, bend you over the hood of my car, and spank that butt of yours until you do tell me."

Hannah shifted on her seat and shook her head.

"You wouldn't dare..."

Another of those dark looks and she had her answer as surely as the verbal confirmation he gave,

"Try me, Hannah."

"No thanks," her murmured response made him laugh, and she reluctantly opened up.

"It's just, I wasn't exactly popular in school."

Logan sighed.

"Is anyone, really? I suppose some folks are, but they seem few and far between."

Hannah nodded and looked him over.

"I bet you were."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

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