Hannah Watson has little time for
romantic entanglements. After all, she hasn’t met a man yet who can beat her
little battery-operated friend.
Until the new CEO arrives. Known for
his ruthlessness in business, he’s also every woman’s wet dream—hers included.
His temper alone should be a turn off, but her libido is not listening to
reason.
Logan Bryce doesn’t tangle with his
employees—ever—until curvy little Hannah makes all of him sit up and take
notice. Who knew the starchy, always respectably dressed Ms. Watson had such a
naughty side? Her proposal to auction off willing celebrities and suitable
staff for a ‘date’ has appeal, especially with Hannah, herself, on the auction
block.
The terms of the auction are clear—a
twenty-four hour commitment—plenty of time to get her out of his system.
What can possibly go wrong?
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“Because you were too busy playing slap the donkey with your
schlong.”
“Schlong?” Logan didn’t know whether to be amused or
offended at having his cock referred to thus.
“Yes, what would you call that?”
She glanced down at said appendage and attempted to cross
her arms. No doubt to hide her body’s far too obvious reaction to him. It made
him even harder, eager to lose himself in her soft body and to finish with her
what he’d started on his own in the shower.
She accidentally grazed his cock
with her arm in her attempt to hide her hard nipples from him. Like “come suck
me” beacons they pushed against the satin of her gown, and made Logan’s mouth
water with the need to taste them. How responsive would those little nubs be as
he rolled them between his fingers, sucked them in his mouth, and bit down?
Would she like that nip of pain, find it as much as a turn-on as he did, or
would that be one step too far for sensible little Hannah?
Not that she looked
very sensible now with her dilated pupils, and the fine sheen of arousal
coating her skin. Her heart beat an uneven staccato at the base of her throat,
and a groan escaped her full lips when he ran his nose along that sensitive
area and inhaled. Her sweet scent, made more potent by her arousal, called him
to bite down, to mark her in the most primitive of ways, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t
do that without her consent.
To give
into his darker desires was a two-edged sword, one he couldn’t allow himself to
unleash, not now, perhaps not ever again. Certainly not with someone who worked
for him, and with the hearing hanging over his head, he wouldn’t do anything to
jeopardize his success there. He owed Claudia that much.
Logan pushed those thoughts down with the same ruthlessness
that had made him so successful in the corporate world. They had no business
here, not with sweet little Hannah his for the taking and his being so revved
up that innocent skin on skin graze of her arm on his cock was almost painful.
Predictably that part of his anatomy jerked. Giving into the demands of his
body, he pulled back slightly, took her hand, and wrapped her slender fingers
around his shaft.
Another one of those cock-hardening moans came from the
woman he was holding a not so reluctant prisoner against his bathroom wall, and
he tipped her chin up with his other hand to read her expression.
“I would call that my cock, and unless you really do want me
to spank that delicious, round bottom of yours, I suggest you do something to
help him out.”
Her digits tightened around his shaft, and Logan swallowed
his grunt of pleasure.
“Like this, Sir?”
Her whispered question and the snarky intonation she put on
that title made his dominant side roar. She couldn’t know what that did to him,
and soon he was past the ability to think, because the feel of her little fist
sliding up and down his hard dick, the little mewls she made as though this was
a huge turn-on for her, too … fuck it,
he was in real danger of shooting his load right there and then, and that just
wouldn’t do. He wanted to come inside her tight little pussy the first time
around, before he claimed every one of her other willing holes.
Logan fisted his hand in her hair and pulling her head back
growled his instructions.
“Enough.”
He pulled Hannah’s hand off his dick and slanted his lips
over hers. Her tiny yelp in response to his rough handling granted him access,
and he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, while he angled her head just so.
When her hands slid up his shoulders and she pushed herself against him, he
lost what little restraint he had and kissed her in earnest. He tongue-fucked
her, in a very good imitation of what he was aching to do with his cock, while
he ground his hips into her soft belly, and, grasping a generous handful of her
luscious ass, pulled her tighter into him.
Hannah did not disappoint in her response. She kissed him
back with the same feverish desire that coursed through his veins. The need to
fill his lungs with oxygen forced him to break the kiss, and, panting, he
rested his forehead on hers.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I need to be in you, woman.
Tell me you want that, too.”
He pulled away just enough to read her expression, and the
sight of her kiss-swollen lips, her pale skin already marked by his emerging
stubble was the hugest fucking turn-on so far. Still, he had to be sure she was
on board with this, so he forced himself to wait for her response. When none
was forthcoming, other than the sounds of her rapid breathing, he tugged her
hair again, a little harder this time. Tears sprang into her azure eyes, but
she also clung tighter and bit her lip.
“Don’t do that. It makes me want to bite you all over, right
after I turned your backside raw for not answering me straightaway.”
If that was possible her eyes grew even wider. She whispered
something that he couldn’t quite catch over the roaring of his own heartbeat in
his ears.
“What was that? Speak up, little dove, or I shall take your
silence as consent. After all, you did come and see me, and I warned you what
would happen if you did.”
He pulled her plump bottom lip between his teeth and bit
down. Hannah gasped and jerked, and he pulled back and licked that tiny drop of
blood away. Her life’s essence exploded on his taste buds, made him hungry for
more.
“Tell me you’re mine for tonight.”
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Thanks so much for hosting Logan as your hot hunk. :-)
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