My Dad's Bestfriend

Sienna

I struggled to open my eyes, a throbbing headache pulsing through my skull as I

tossed and turned on the bed. A single thought cut through the haze.

Wait...

Where am I?

I shot upright, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't my room.

Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?

Panic crawled up my throat-until I noticed the shirt I was wearing. A man's shirt. White. Crisp. Familiar. I lifted the collar to my nose, and the scent hit me-his cologne.

And with it, the memories.

I froze. Images flashed behind my eyes: his mouth on mine, his tongue between my thighs, the way he touched me, held me, consumed me. A shiver raced down my spine as I swore I could still feel his tongue against my pussy, his fingers filling me, his body pinning me down in heat and fire.

I clenched the duvet in my fists, a strangled breath leaving me. Regret coiled

inside me, tightening, choking.

God. What did I do?

I can't fucking believe it. I let Alexander Grayson do this to me.

Out of everyone-it had to be him? Why, Sienna? Why?

"This is a mistake," I whispered, voice cracking as I scrambled out of bed. His cologne still clung to me, seeping into my skin, making my pulse race faster. How the hell was I supposed to face him after this?

I hated him.

And yet, I let him... lick me like that. Touch me like that. Fuck, I was so stupid.

My eyes darted around, frantically searching for my clothes. The muffled thump of music bled through the walls-reminding me I was still in the club. This had to be one of the private rooms. Rooms he'd probably used with other women before

me.

The door creaked open. I flinched.

Alex stepped inside.

He was fully dressed, navy shirt unbuttoned at the top, black slacks hugging his frame. My breath caught. For the first time, I really saw him.

Alexander Grayson was... beautiful.

His complexion struck the perfect balance-not too fair, not too dark. He had to

unfair making Alexander Grayson this attractive. It would've been easier if

edged with amusement. His hands slipped casually into his pockets as his gaze drifted over me-lingering

clothes," I said, forcing steel into my voice, though

"I see."

Again. Until my back met the wall.

He towered effortlessly.

short. He

his voice dipped lower, "you were planning on sneaking out before I

against my cheek, his breath ghosting over my

I was hurt. I needed to forget. You just... happened to be there. It didn't mean anything. Don't make it mean anything.

from him. But it

closed the space between us, his body pressing mine against the wall.

jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes burned into mine. "And you

voice dropped, darker now. "You're mine. And I'm not walking away just because you want to pretend it meant nothing. Especially not after getting a taste of

cheeks. My breath came

and slow. His eyes flicked down

my lap. Anywhere I want. I want your pussy choking on my cock, your mouth wrapped around me. I

Holy...

couldn't speak. Hell, I couldn't even blink. I was locked-lost. And... horny

but words. He didn't even have to touch me. And yet here I was, wet,

but my gaze still drifted to his

to kiss me. It was stupid, reckless,

he knew. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine- not quite a kiss-before trailing to my

sin itself, "even if you call it a mistake... do you really think you can

His touch was hypnotic, his presence stripping

A soft

and deliberate. "Then tell me how long before you lose it?

His voice.

It was intoxicating,

kiss me so badly it hurt. If he

smirk curved his mouth. He saw it-the unraveling. He saw me slipping. "What is it, Sienna?" His whisper was velvet-wrapped steel. "What do you want?" Bastard. He wanted

the longer he dragged it out, the weaker my

didn't answer, he bit down on my bottom lip, grinding his hips against mine. A moan slipped out of me,

pussy throbbed with need. I'd never been this desperate. What the

huh?" His voice dripped with amusement. His hand wrapped around

then he

tongue slid past my lips, demanding, devouring. I kissed him

dragging me tighter against his cock, grinding me against the