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.

full, too pink, too sinful. His complexion struck the perfect balance-not too fair, not too dark. He had to be at least six-two, his body built solid, muscles evident even beneath his clothes. Everything about him

this attractive. It would've been

amusement. His hands slipped casually into

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

"I see."

Until my back met the wall. His arm came up, bracing beside me,

He towered effortlessly.

short. He was just too

lower, "you were planning on

my cheek, his

last night-it was a mistake, okay? I was drunk. I was hurt. I needed to forget. You just... happened to be there. It didn't mean anything. Don't make it mean anything. It

didn't know what I expected from him.

against the wall. I tried to shrink away,

hand caught my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes burned into mine. "And you think calling it a mistake will make me

to me, Sienna." His 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

My breath came

slow. His eyes flicked

murmured. "I want to fuck you every day, every moment I choose. On my desk. On my bed. Over my lap. Anywhere I want. I want your pussy choking on my cock,

Holy...

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

had turned me on with nothing but words. He didn't even have to touch me. And yet here I was, wet, aching,

but my gaze still drifted to

It was stupid, reckless, dangerous—yet I craved

He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine- not quite a kiss-before trailing to my ear. His teeth grazed my skin, making me shiver

"even if you call it

tore through me. His touch was hypnotic, his presence stripping me of every restraint I thought

soft gasp escaped my lips as he pressed me

slow and deliberate. "Then tell me how long before you lose it? Because we both

His voice.

fucking voice. It was intoxicating, dangerous,

words, but because I wanted him to kiss me so badly

He saw me slipping. "What is it, Sienna?" His whisper was velvet-wrapped steel. "What do you want?" Bastard. He

wouldn't. But the longer he dragged it out, the weaker my resolve

lip, grinding his hips against mine. A moan slipped out of me, raw and helpless. My arms tightened around him, holding on like I couldn't let

never been this desperate.

it, huh?" His voice dripped with amusement. His hand wrapped around my throat, firm but not cruel. "Let's see how long you can hold

he kissed

kissed him back just as hungrily, my fingers tangling in his hair pulling him closer. Tongue for 2 tongue. Bite for

me against the