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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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Excerpt:
“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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