Page 16 of 14 Night Tryst

“Yes, please,” he rasps, clearing his throat to mask the moan that escapes him. “Send me an… email…” he pulls the phone away from his ear and curses under his breath when I squeeze the base of his cock and twist my fist simultaneously as I suck him closer to his release. “I’ll… uh… go over the details later this afternoon and I’ll come back to you with any revisions.” He doesn’t even wait for her response before ending the call and tossing the phone aside. “Fuck, what are you doing to me, Wildfire. I didn’t hear a word she fucking said to me,” he growls, fisting my hair and feeding his cock into my mouth again. “You are so disobedient. I told you to get some rest.” I moan with him when he rolls his hips, “But you can’t go more than five minutes without a cock in your mouth can you, you ravenous little slut. You want Daddy’s warm cum down your throat?” I nod, swirling my tongue around the crown. “Take it, suck the cum out of me.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Logan doesn’t move, one hand is holding my hair back while the other his resting on the bed, holding himself upright. “Eyes on me,” he orders, between raucous moans. I look up at him and he nods, licking his lips. “That’s it, good girl, you have no idea how mind-blowing you look with my cock in your mouth. Oh, fuck, fuck I’m going to come, I’m going to come for you baby, suck it out of me, take every fucking drop.” Logan’s fingers tighten in my hair as he nears his release. The deep groans of pleasure as he readies himself to explode in my mouth reverberates through me, the sound of my name on his lips makes my clit enviously pulse for some attention. “Ahh, fuck, Savi.”

Logan’s cock throbs and pulses as warm streams of his cum spill down my throat and I eagerly swallow every drop. “Christ,” he half hisses, half pants while he watches me give him one last suck before releasing him with a moan. “I can’t decide if I should take you over my knee and paint that ass of yours scarlet for pulling such a stunt or if I should reward you for giving me the best blow job I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

I shrug, pride swelling in my chest. I sit back on my heels and lick my lips, savoring the salty taste of him. “What’s stopping you from doing both?”

We stare at each other for a beat until he reaches over and takes hold of my face, his gaze piercing mine. “Careful Savi, I don’t want you biting off more than you’re ready to chew.”

“I’ve been suppressing my appetite for far too long, I’m ready to explore and I want to do it with you.”

Logan’s lip quirks and he caresses my cheek with his thumb. “We’ll discuss this later,” he avows, brushes a kiss to my forehead and helps me up to my feet. “The car and Sinan will be here to pick you up in an hour to take you to your meetings.”

“Okay.” Logan smiles and draws my mouth to his and kisses me slow and so intently my head spins and I’m left unsteady on my feet.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Don’t eat too much, we’re going out later.” After I nod in understanding, he walks out of the bedroom toward the living room area where his luggage is.

I fall back on the bed with a sigh.

Get a grip on your feelings, Savi.

Youcannotunder any circumstance fall for your ex-boyfriend’s dad.

“Do you have her?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I’m entrusting my girl to you, Sinan, you do not let her out of your sight or wander off on her own. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Comes Sinan’s gruff reply on the other end of the phone. I hang up and look out the car window at the bustling city as it passes by me. Satisfied Savi is with Sinan I can spend the afternoon focusing on business instead of fretting over her safety. Perhaps I’m being a little too wary. I may have fibbed and told her Sinan is an interpreter there to assist her with the meetings but that’s only partially true, he’s also a personal security detail—a war veteran. As much as I love Istanbul, I’ve heard some not so pleasant stories and I would much rather she be safe when I can’t be there with her myself.

Not that she’s incapable of taking care of herself, I’m sure she’s more than adept, but it’s more for my own peace of mind. The idea of her wandering around a foreign city she’s never been to on her own doesn’t sit well with me.

Smiling, I shake my head. She’ll have my balls if she knew I assigned a bodyguard to follow her around all day. I don’t know what I’m going to do with that girl. The battle to resist her lasted all of four measly hours. Deep down I knew the probability of us fucking on this trip was high, but I assumed I would have held out much longer than a couple of hours for fuck’s sake.

I’m not liking this version of myself. I can’t even look myself in the mirror anymore without feeling shame.

I’m likely scaling high on the list of the world’s most despicable fathers. Right on par with the abusers and raging alcoholics. But, fuck me, when I’m with her, it’s easy to forget she was dating my son not that long ago. To me, she’s the beautiful young woman I met at the bar and spent an unforgettable seven nights with. It’s when I step away, and the sex fog clears that the guilt starts to eat away at me, and I feel like a class A bastard for betraying my son.

I should be ashamed for the resentment I feel toward my own kid simply because he met her first, he got to have her first. Maybe if he introduced her to me while they were dating all of this could have been avoided.

I would have never known how incredibly good and perfect those velvet lips of hers feel against my own. I would be completely oblivious to how addictive her taste is, and how mind-blowingly tight her pussy feels wrapped around me.

Alas, it’s too late for that now. I’ve had a taste of her, and I want more. How am I supposed to talk sense into myself and evade these unrelenting carnal impulses I have to press her up against the closest surface and fuck her till she can no longer remember her own existence let alone her fruitless relationship my son.

I do wonder, if I had met her while she was dating Trent if I would have still found her as attractive as I did that first night that I met her. Would we still share that tangible chemistry as we do now?

As the saying goes, the heart wants what it wants and there is no standing in its way or talking sense into it. It doesn’t care for the afflictions, or the consequences involved along the way. Despite your grandest effort to do what’s morally right it will lead you right to where it wants to be.

And for some bizarre reason unbeknownst to me, mine relentlessly wants Savannah West.

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I makeit back to the hotel after my meeting with Adam Wilson— a former member of the board and a dear friend—just after five o’clock in the afternoon. Four glasses of cognac and two cigars later I’m back in the lavish confines of my hotel suite.

I’m taking Savannah out for dinner tonight in hopes we can discuss where her head is at, because mine is in a state of disarray. I know one thing for sure and it’s that we cannot take whatever this is between us back home. Whatever happens between us in this city will stay in this city. After this trip, I’ll have to see her one last time at my company’s gala and then I can put this affair to bed and go back to my life before I do something foolish and fall for my son’s ex-girlfriend.

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