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.

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

making Alexander Grayson this attractive.

across the room, smooth, curious, edged with amusement. His hands

clothes," I said, forcing steel into my

"I see."

back. Again. Again. Until my back met the wall. His arm came up,

He towered effortlessly.

He was just

"you were planning on

fingers brushed against my cheek, his breath ghosting over

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

I expected from him. But it wasn't the low chuckle

body pressing mine against the wall. I tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere to

face up. His eyes burned into mine. "And

listen 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

exploded in my cheeks. My breath came shallow.

eyes flicked

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, your mouth wrapped around me. I want

Holy...

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

it, but my gaze

me. It was stupid, reckless, dangerous—yet I craved

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

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

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

effortlessly. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he pressed me against the wall,

skimmed my neck, slow and deliberate. "Then tell me how long before you lose it? Because we both know

His voice.

It was intoxicating,

him to kiss me

slipping. "What is it, Sienna?" His whisper was velvet-wrapped steel. "What do you

longer he dragged it out,

against mine. A moan slipped out of me, raw and helpless. My arms

this desperate. What the hell was wrong with

you're not going to say it, huh?" His voice dripped with amusement. His hand wrapped around my throat,

then he kissed

slammed onto mine, and heat exploded in my veins. His tongue slid past my lips, demanding, devouring. I kissed him back just as hungrily, my fingers tangling in his hair pulling him closer. Tongue for 2 tongue. Bite for

me tighter against his cock, grinding me against the hardness straining his pants. The fabric rubbed my