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The Club

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by Sophie Starr


  He cocks his head to the side, closing the door behind him. I hear the lock turn as he sweeps me into his arms. I love the smell of his aftershave and the way his skin feels against mine, but this is my office. “Put me down, Logan!” I growl as he sets me down with my desk behind me.

  He spins me around roughly, leaning into my nape to whisper. “I like it when you call me Mr. Bennett.” Roughly, he lifts up my skirt, pressing my hips and thighs into my desk. His hands come around the front of me, undoing my blouse like a master.

  He reaches a hand into the top of my bra, squeezing the fleshy swell of my breast and pinching the nipples. I moan as the sound of his belt and zipper flood my ears. He pushes me down over the top of my desk, spreading my legs. The condom packet makes me instantly wet. “Where do you want it, Ms. Edwards?”

  We have never had rough sex like this before. I didn't even know we were at this stage. I shake my head. “Not in my ass.”

  He shoves himself against me, grinding his cock between my cheeks. “What is my name?”

  “Not in my ass, please Mr. Bennett.” It seems rehearsed but it isn’t. I desperately want him inside of me, just not like that. He shoves his cock into my awaiting pussy. We both groan into the feel of him filling me up.

  “Do you like being fucked in your office, Ms. Edwards?”

  “I do, Mr. Bennett.” I cry out into the papers on my desk, desperate for the orgasm I suspect I’m about to have. He makes short, hard thrusts, just the way I like it. He kneads my ass, just the way he likes it. And when I come he pushes himself in farther, harder, making my orgasm that much stronger. When he comes he bends forward, biting my back softly and moaning into me. He lays his head flat for the briefest of seconds as we both try to figure out where we are.

  “I’m so glad we are more than just a night, because I love you, Hannah.”

  I nod my sweaty face against the paperwork, completely in agreement with his statement. “I love you too, Logan.”

  He kisses my back where the bite was. “See you at home then.” He gets up, straightening himself and leaves my office. I get up, cleaning myself up and trying my best to put myself back into one piece.

  Everything about the moment we just had is unadulterated. He is perfect. We are flawless together. We met under the worst of circumstances and we have become exactly who we wanted to be all along.

  As nasty as it sounds, I owe it all to the club.

  The End

  If you liked this check out Sinderella and Beauty’s Beast, both available now.

  Other Books by Sophie Starr

  The Single Lady Spy Series

  The End of Me

  The End of Games

  The End of Tomorrow

  The End of Lies

  The Lonely Duet

  The Lonely

  LOST BOY

  Standalone novels

  Castaways

  My Side

  The Long Way Home

  For Love or Money

  Lost in La La Land

  Naughty Fairytales

  Sinderella

  Beauty’s Beast

  The Club

  Sophie Starr came to life when a young 16 year old girl wandered into the library searching for an Anne Rice novel. The card catalogue, because it was the dark ages, had given a pen name for Anne Rice but the book was hard to find.

  Nowhere on the shelves amongst Anne Rice's other books was the one the girl sought.

  So she examined the card better, seeing the book was in a different section, the romance section.

  The girl discovered The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by A. N. Roquelaure, the one she was seeking, amongst the other romance novels.

  It didn't look like Anne's other books.

  It wasn't large.

  It wasn't thick.

  The cover wasn't impressive.

  It was small and simple and yet there was something intriguing about the art on the cover.

  So she carried it up to the librarian and checked it out. The librarian gave her quite the look when she walked out with the small book in hand.

  That night she cracked the book, unaware that every single thing in her world was about to shift.

  The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty might as well have been called The Ruin of Innocence.

  But what an end.

  And what a beginning for a young mind.

  Anne Rice is a genius and Sophie's hero in many respects. She freed a small part of Sophie that night. That's what fantasy does for us, isn't it? It frees us so we might try something new, even if just by reading it.

  Welcome to the twisted world of Sophie Starr!

  We hope you like it dark!

 

 

 


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