Meet Holden from The Auction - a stand alone prequel short story to a potential new series called Magnolia Grove. You can read it all in February. I promise. <3
**Not edited and subject to change. 18 and older only, please.**
Right as his eyes locked with hers, the coldest sensation started to spread over his cock.
“Dammit, not even dinner and people are already spilling their shit,” Holden Masters mumbled under his breath glancing at the women who had their hands covering their mouths, obviously trying unsuccessfully to contain their giggles.
“I’m so sorry,” one replied, attempting to wipe it before Holden brushed her hand away.
Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “Whatever. It’s fine,” he grumbled, grabbing for the only thing available to dab the area: a cocktail napkin. As he patted his crotch, he searched the crowd, trying to find her again, but she was gone. In fact, nowhere to be found.
It was just as well. He needed to clean himself up before he saw her again. There was no way he could do what he intended if he looked like a toddler who had just wet his pants.
**Not edited and subject to change. 18 and older only, please.**
Right as his eyes locked with hers, the coldest sensation started to spread over his cock.
“Dammit, not even dinner and people are already spilling their shit,” Holden Masters mumbled under his breath glancing at the women who had their hands covering their mouths, obviously trying unsuccessfully to contain their giggles.
“I’m so sorry,” one replied, attempting to wipe it before Holden brushed her hand away.
Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “Whatever. It’s fine,” he grumbled, grabbing for the only thing available to dab the area: a cocktail napkin. As he patted his crotch, he searched the crowd, trying to find her again, but she was gone. In fact, nowhere to be found.
It was just as well. He needed to clean himself up before he saw her again. There was no way he could do what he intended if he looked like a toddler who had just wet his pants.
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