“More what? More spanking?”
“No. I need your cock. Inside me.” In case he needed clarification. “Please, Sir.”
“I do like hearing you beg. Especially when you call me Sir. And you have been a good girl, asking for what you need.”
Did that mean she got to come? Now? He flipped her up and over his lap, so she was facing him, her legs straddled on either side of his hips. And then he was inside her. Deep. She squeezed him with her thighs, moving up and down his cock, cries escaping her. His wide hands surrounded her waist, guiding her movements. The thrusts grew faster, harder, each of them desperate to reach completion.
“Come with me, Savannah. Come now.”
“Yes. Oh, God.” She cried out, throwing her head back as he flicked her clit, and she came. He gave one final push then grunted his own satisfaction.
When she came back to reality, he was lying back on the bed with her across his chest.
“Wow.” It was the only word she could think to say.
His chest moved up and down with silent laughter. “You got that right, darlin’.”
Chapter Fourteen
The terrified screams of horses woke him. Jumping out of bed, his heart racing, he ran to the window. For a moment, he couldn’t even comprehend what he was seeing. Then his brain kicked into gear, and he sprinted back to where he’d left his clothes the night before, pulling them on hastily.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Savannah asked, climbing out of bed and moving to the window. “Oh, my God, the barn’s on fire. The stables!”
The barn was alight, black smoke filling the air. It was only a matter of time before the fire reached the stables next door.
“I’ve got to get the horses out,” he said urgently. “Call 911.” He raced out the door. “And stay inside!”
It wasn’t until he was outside and racing towards the stables that he realized those last three words were completely unnecessary.
Well, at least he didn’t have to worry about Savannah getting hurt. She’d remain inside. Nice and safe.
Savannah got dressed quickly, her heart racing. The poor horses. Maybe she should try to help Logan. But just the thought of going outside made her skin crawl and a cold sweat break out on her skin.
No, the best thing she could do was call for help. She ran down the stairs and into the office, picking up the phone.
“Put the phone down.”
Savannah screeched and turned, dropping the phone. Heart racing, she stared into the corner of the room. “Who’s there?”
A slim-built, older woman stepped out of the shadows of the room and walked towards her. Savannah stared in complete disbelief, a shiver of fear working its way through her body.
“W-who are you?” she asked, her gaze locked on the gun the woman held in her hand. The gun was pointed straight at Savannah.
“You can’t guess? Well, I am disappointed. Although I didn’t really hold much hope for your intellect. Or your taste.” The woman stared around the office with a sneer.
Was she fucking kidding? She’d broken in, was holding a gun on Savannah, and she was seriously insulting her interior design skills? What was going on here?
“I wasn’t exactly expecting a visitor. You’ll have to forgive me for being unprepared.” Although how one prepared to have a gun held on them, she had no idea.
“I’m not here for a visit. I’m here for revenge. Still, don’t know who I am?”
Savannah swallowed heavily. She was starting to get an idea.
“I’m Alicia Michaels. Richard Stanton’s girlfriend.”
Oh, my God. “What are you doing here?”
“You ruined my life,” the other woman hissed. “You had to wreck everything, didn’t you? I had it all. Money, an influential partner, power. Now, I have nothing. I had no claim to Richard’s money. If there is anything left after his lawyer bills will go to his idiot son. Our so-called friends won’t accept my calls. Everyone has turned their back on me and I have nothing.”