My Dad’s Business Partner
I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me.
"Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned."
In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was.
"Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling.