Prologue
Oh,I effed up.
I effed up grandly and I am not the least bit sorry about it. Nope, not a single fuck in sight even as I’m sprawled out on top of the imposingly heavy and ornate solid oak desk with my bare ass hanging off and my knees by my ears, while the unlawfully handsome silver fox laps skillfully and appreciatively at my pussy.
“Jesus, Logan. Fuck, don’t stop.” I whimper urgently, reaching up over my head to clutch at the edge of the desk with a deathly grip as he slowly but torturously drives me to the apex of that bittersweet release with every languid stroke of his wicked tongue on my pulsing clit.
Liquid grey eyes lift and lock with mine. The mischief and desire that gleams in his eyes sends a delicious shiver cascading down the length of my spine. Holy shit, I’m in way over my head with this man, but for the very life of me, I can’t seem to get enough of him, that mouth, or that mammoth pierced cock of his.
Yes, pierced.
This is so out of character for me. I’ve never been one to have a crush on an older man, especially one that is twice my age, and definitely not my ex-boyfriend’s dad. I mean, unless you count the celebrity hotties. You know the ones, George Clooney, Richard Gere and Daniel Craig, Oh, Alec Baldwin. Boy , I spent a good chunk of my teenage years obsessing over Daniel Craig. He’s still such a dish and I wouldn’t think twice nor have any shame about dropping my panties for him.
Though, they don’t hold a candle to the beauteous Logan effing Pierce. No exaggeration, the man is built like a mountain of muscles, a gorgeous face I’m sure is carved by archangels, and don’t get me started on those deep commanding grey eyes that not only stifles your breath, but also make you involuntarily want to hit your knees in front of him.
My ex-boyfriend Trent clearly snatched up his father’s good looks, but none of his characteristics. Hard to believe he fathered such a callous prick. The boy is a bona fide asshole, but for some reason that seems to be my type. I always attract the worst type of men. The rotten parasites that love to suck the life right out of you and drop you on your ass like you’re nothing more than a worthless sack of cow dung.
Despite mine and Trent’s rocky relationship and having my heart broken by him countless times over and over I never learn and still let him worm his way back to me. Every time believing that he will change.
Why? Because I love him. At least, I thought I did, and I considered him to be—at that time—the best sex I ever had… until his dad.
Yes, I’m fully aware that my morals are disreputable, however it’s hard to scrape together a single a fuck when he devours pussy like it’s his last supper and my pussy is his holy grail. Who am I to deny him as well as myself the pleasure?
Want to know the most screwed up part of it all? My ex-boyfriend—his son—and his ex-wife are somewhere in the house and could bust in at any moment and catch us. The imminent threat of us getting caught at any given moment only adds to the thrill and heightens my pleasure. My pussy has never ached so raveningly nor ever before craved a man so desperately as I do him.
In the handful of days I’ve known him, Logan Pierce has without a doubt ruined me for all other men.
Liquid heat rushes through my body rapidly and coils deep in my belly as I grind myself against his mouth, chasing my orgasm. “Oh yes, yes, I’m coming.” I bite down on my lower lip hard to quieten the whimper about to escape me when Logan lands a hard slap on my left butt cheek and squeezes the flesh firmly. Damn, that’s going to leave a nice bruise. I suppose I deserved that for riling him up earlier.
A low throaty growl emits from Logan and thrums right through me when my pussy pulses as I fall over the edge and surrender to the blinding pleasure that wreaks havoc over my body one enchanting wave at a time.
“Logan…” I moan curling my fingers in his hair and grip tight till I ride out every last ripple of pleasure that he’s bestowing me with, whilst greedily drinking up every drop of my girl cum. “Shit.” I pant, smiling lazily when he kisses the spot he slapped before.
“I’ll never tire of watching you cum for me, sweetheart.” Logan burrs lifting me upright so he could brush a kiss over my lips. I, of course, readily welcome the kiss, parting my lips for him to get a secondhand taste of myself on his tongue. Mm, there’s something so erotic about having my taste linger on his lips while he’s walking around conversing with the guests attending the party. A party he is hosting and the company I work for is managing, at his lavish stately home in honor of the twentieth anniversary of his company. Pierce Enterprise Holding. Twenty years ago, and fresh out of university with a bachelor’s degree in business, Logan started his own company in construction. Now at forty, he’s the owner of a multimillion-dollar company with offices all around the United States.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m rather fond of coming for you then, Mr. Pierce.” Logan flashes me a sexy grin and draws my mouth to his for another ardent kiss that leaves me moaning and burning for more when he pulls back.
“You have no idea how desperately I want to carry you to my bedroom right now and spend the night fucking you savagely.” He admits and licks those sinful lips.
I lower my eyes to the straining bulge in his grey trousers and smile impishly. I drag my finger teasingly over the length of his throbbing cock, and it pulses under my touch. Logan sucks in a quick breath through his teeth and rocks himself up desperate for more contact and his eyes close.
“I may have some idea.”
“Savi,” he growls throatily, his large hand comes up and he grips my jaw. His steely eyes gazing penetratingly into my hazel ones. “I have absolutely no reservations over taking you right here in my office. Fuck Trent, April and the hundred odd guests roaming the place. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if Jesus himself descends from heaven and catches us. I will fuck you like a savage and make you scream my name so loud the dead will hear you and be envious.”
I gulp, swallowing against the dryness of my throat. Fuck me, that’s so hot and if I weren’t so concerned about us getting caught, I’d beg for him to make good on his threat.
But we can’t, because he has way too much to lose and while I find it endearing that he wants me enough to risk it, we don’t really know much about one another, and I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if he wound up losing his son and his reputation. I only met him four days ago for goodness’ sake.
It was only supposed to be a meaningless one-night stand.
Hold on, I should probably take you back to the very beginning.
My name is Savannah West, I’m twenty-one years old and I live in San Diego, California…