Undercovers: Seduced By The Mark

PROLOGUE

LOGAN

“No one has to know,” I whispered into his ears, rocking my arse on his cock. “My father doesn't have to know. It will just be between us.” I bit the fleshy lobe of his ear, eliciting a groan from him. His hard cock poked my arse despite his reluctance to do this with me. 

“Logan, we can't —”

“We can.” I rocked my arse once more, robbing him of his speech. “We both know you want this as much as I do. Even though your mouth lies, your body can't.” 

“Please,” he begged. “Don't do this. We will both regret it.” 

“There's nothing to regret, darling. I'm not a girl, so you don't need to worry about me getting pregnant.” I licked his earlobe, sucking it into my mouth. He let out a curse and gripped my hip tightly. 

“Logan, I —”

“Just fuck me, Jules. We both know you want that.” I bounced on his cock, eager to get him to let go of his fucking morally inclined thoughts. He had been on my mind from the time I saw him fucking that lady, and I wanted to have a taste of him, even though it was forbidden. We weren't even supposed to be this close.

“You are my boss's son,” he pointed out, trying to make me stop, despite how aroused he was. 

“That's not enough reason to make me quit.” I placed one last kiss on his ear before I got off his body. He panted as his eyes followed me. 

I smirked and reached for the top button of my shirt. “This is just a one-time thing, Jules. You don't even have to do anything. Let me do everything.” I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, throwing it to my right. 

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing with the action. His eyes didn't leave mine. I hooked my fingers on the waistband of my shorts, and his gaze immediately went there. My dick was straining against the material of my shorts, desperate to be let out. 

“Please don't do this, Logan,” he begged, his voice getting deeper by the second. He was aroused, I knew that. We both do. 

I smirked and let my shorts down. I wasn't putting on any underwear, so my dick sprang out in its glory. 

Despite his plea for me to stop, to put an end to the torment, his eyes followed my movements. He drank me in, starting from my nipples to my dick. I stood there and let him do that to appreciate the beauty in front of him. 

I'm not vain, but I know I'm pretty. I'd been told that by different men, and I had seen my reflection in the mirror. With long curly blank hair, hazel eyes, which I was told were seductive as hell, and an hourglass figure, I could pass for a woman if I wanted to cross-dress, not like I would ever do that. No offence to cross-dressers, but I have never been comfortable in a gown or skirt. I tried it out once and knew it wasn't my cup of tea. 

I stepped towards him, walking slowly and seductively. He didn't stir, and his eyes didn't leave my body until I reached him and resumed my place on his thighs. Leaning in, I whispered in a seductive voice, “Let me give you the best ride you have ever gotten. Let me show you what it means to be with a man.”