Back In the Saddle
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Back In The Saddle
Bachelor Auction - Book 2
Vanessa Vale
Back In The Saddle by Vanessa Vale
Copyright © 2021 by Bridger Media
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
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1
SARAH
Friday night
One tug of his fingers on the tie at my waist, and the wrap dress came undone. His knuckles brushed my bare skin and I shivered. Not from cold but desire. The light material slid open and revealed my matching bra and panties.
“This is my new favorite kind of dress,” Huck murmured, his head dipped, his gaze on my body. His sandy hair was thick and curly, and I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through it. Yet I held still. I tried to catch my breath because he’d barely touched me and I was hot for him. The way his pale eyes darkened, the way his jaw clenched… he wanted me. I also couldn’t miss the thick prod of his dick against the front of his jeans. My pussy clenched, remembering how he’d felt inside me. We’d been in love, foolish, and—
“Baby girl, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.” His gaze flicked up. Met mine. Held. “And I remember often.”
Baby girl.
I hadn’t been called that in years, and only by Huck. Not since he broke up with me right before I left for college. I’d missed the endearment, along with him. The words reminded me it really was Huck Manning standing in front of me. Touching me. Hard for me.
Was I crazy doing this? The last time he’d had me—not only the last, but the first—I’d had my heart in on it. I’d loved him. Given him everything, including my virginity. I’d craved him and all he’d promised.