Auctioned By The Ceo

Logan jerked awake with a frown. The soft weight of Hannah’s delicious curves warmed his side, and the even puffs of her breaths across his jaw told him she wasn’t the reason for his sudden alertness. His little dove was fast asleep, worn out no doubt, after their earlier sexcapades.

His cock jerked to life with a speed that left him rather lightheaded as all his blood pooled in his groin. So much for fucking her out his system. Having tasted her submission, made ten times sweeter by her usual fiery nature, he wanted to do it all over again. When was the last time he hadn’t woken up itching to get rid of the woman in his bed? Come to think of it, when was the last time he’d actually allowed himself to fall asleep with any of the women he’d bedded?

Logan’s frown deepened, and then he heard it. A child’s sniffling, muffled cries, followed by a tentative knock on the doors to his suite.

What the fuck?

“Want Papa … I scared … Mummy…”

Little Rhia’s heartfelt cries—a sure sign she’d had another one of her nightmares—made his chest tighten, and galvanized him into action. She oughtn’t be here at … fuck, four in the morning. What in the hell was Rosamunde thinking, bringing her here at this hour, when he was with…

delectable grasp, hastily shoved his legs into the old joggers he used for his time at the

the door open and came face to face with a disheveled, grumpy looking guy, who most definitely shouldn’t be anywhere near Rhia. This asshole reeked of cigarettes and the unmistakable

other than to make him smirk. Not that he was paying him much attention because Rhia leaped across the threshold and wrapped herself around his leg in a bear hug. Her little body shook in fear, and his joggers were

and ring you, but you didn’t answer, so I had to bring her here. This is Jack. He drove me.

the fucking introductions. What the hell are you thinking dragging her across

and Logan pulled a deep breath into his tight chest, when her sobs got louder. It wouldn’t do to lose his temper in front of the little girl. She’d seen more violence in her short life than any child should ever be subjected to, but damn it all to hell and back. He wanted to hurt someone, something, to make them pay for this mess. None of this was Rhia’s fault, however, and he forced his clenched fists to uncurl and patted

okay, munchkin.

heart clench in pain. Grief, remorse, and utter terror as raw and immediate as it had been the night this girl’s world

his lips into the semblance of a smile, and she stopped sniffling and popped her