Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire by Joss Wood

now. If Quinn would move the auction along, Kade could be out of here by midnight. Was it too late to phone Brodie? Was she exhausted? Would he come across as desperate if he called her again so soon? If she was in bed, what was she wearing? A slinky negligee or a tank top and boxer shorts or just her golden skin?
    He loved her skin. He loved everything about her body and when he’d held her earlier he’d felt... How had he felt?
    Kade cursed the action in his pants. He needed more than a whiskey on ice, he needed a plunge into an ice-fishing hole. At this rate, when he got Brodie where he wanted her—under him—he’d last about two seconds. His reaction to her was ridiculous, insane... There had to be some sort of scientific explanation for why they wanted to rip each other’s clothes off at the drop of a hat. Shouldn’t the amazing sex they’d shared earlier have taken the edge off? Was it pheromones? Biological instinct? But why her and not one of the many, many good-looking women—many of them Mavericks groupies—scattered throughout the ballroom? None of this made sense.
    All he was certain of was that he wanted Brodie again. Urgently. Immediately. Tonight.
    Move the hell on, Rayne!
    â€œAnd now, one of our more interesting donations,” Quinn announced. Kade turned his attention back to the stage. “Ms. Brodie Stewart, one of the city’s best matchmakers, is offering the opportunity to bid on her matchmaking services. So if you are a guy and are looking for a good woman, Brodie can find one for you.” Quinn looked at the Mavericks who occupied the back tables and nodded. “I know one or two, or ten, of my men who should bid.”
    â€œI’ll bid on a date with Ms. Stewart!” someone shouted from the back. Kade looked down at the photograph of Brodie on the program and couldn’t blame the guy for trying his luck. She was gorgeous...
    But, for the immediate future, she was his .
    â€œShe’s too smart to date you, Higgins,” Quinn warned. “A reminder, this is a matchmaking service for men looking for their perfect woman. So, who is going to give me a hundred dollars?”
    Immediately a couple of hands shot up and Kade watched, astounded, as the bids flew up to a thousand dollars, then two. Bids were still bouncing around the room when a cool female voice cut across the hubbub. “Three thousand dollars.”
    Quinn spun around and his genial smile turned to a scowl. Rory had her paddle raised and was holding his intense stare.
    â€œOn whose behalf are you bidding, Rory?” Quinn asked, his frown clearly stating her bidding had better not have anything to do with him.
    Kade leaned back in his chair and grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun. Rory had been nagging Quinn about his ability to jump from woman to woman and hobby to hobby—skydiving, white-water rafting, and his obsession with superfast motorcycles—and was determined to nag him into settling down with a wife and two-point-four kids.
    She didn’t have a hope in hell of changing Quinn. He was even more entrenched in his bachelor lifestyle than Kade. But Kade would enjoy watching her try. He was also damn grateful she was nagging Quinn and not him...
    He liked Rory, loved her even, but he wouldn’t tolerate her interfering in his life.
    Rory’s smile was stolen straight from an imp. “Are you taking my bid or not, Rayne?”
    Quinn held up two fingers, turned them to his eyes and flipped them around in her direction. “I’m watching you. McCaskill, make sure your woman behaves.”
    â€œYeah, right.” Mac leaned back and folded his arms against his chest. “This has nothing to do with me.”
    â€œThree-five.” A voice from the back got the auction back on track.
    â€œThree-seven,” Rory countered.
    â€œThree-eight,” Wren calmly stated. She was bidding on behalf of the silent bidders, those who