My Dad’s Business Partner
His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him."
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