Highest Bidder (Salacious Players Club, #5)

by Sara Cate

“It’s not for them. It’s for me,” he replies playfully. “And for you, if you’ll have a drink with me.” “I’m working.” “So you don’t want to make them jealous? I’ll let you sit on my lap while you drink it,” he replies with a smirk.

“Stop pouting because I told you not to call me that,” he responds. “What?” I ask, feeling obstinate. “Daddy? Why not? Because you like it too much?” With a strong hand on my hip, he grinds my body against his legs, and when I feel the hard bulge in his pants, I let out a gasp. “Yes, Daisy, I do. I like it far too much.”

“But the things I want to do to you, baby girl, are dirty, filthy things. And you’re too fucking sweet for me.”

“You tell them your daddy said no.” “Oh, so you can call yourself my daddy, but I can’t say it?” I ask in a teasing tone.

“Let me,” I say in a bold request. She stares at me over her shoulder, a rightfully perplexed expression on her face. “Let you what?” I nuzzle closer. “Let me relieve your ache, Daisy.”

“Only a week ago you said you weren’t into older guys,” he teases me. “I found one who changed my mind.” Even I can hear the dreamy pitch in my voice. “Obviously.” “Ronan made a compelling argument,” I reply with a smile. “Yeah, with his dick.”

But I also learned, through these harrowing and sometimes overwhelmingly sad meetings, that while sadness does permeate the air nearly everywhere, so does joy. Ironically, it turns out that that’s sort of what makes life poetic in the first place. It’s not an Instagram filter or a Pinterest board. It’s gross and gritty and beautiful and stunning all at the same time.