Faking Ms. Right: A Hot Romantic Comedy (Dirty Martini Running Club Book 1)
Faking Ms. Right: Chapter 25

My focus shifted as soon as I got to the conference room—from work, to Everly. I’d been reading an email from my CFO, but as soon as I heard her voice, I stopped outside the door.

That sweet voice made me feel like I was unraveling. Suddenly all I could think about was the taste of her lips. The feel of her skin. The sting of her nails on my back. No one would suspect what the girl with the sunshine smile was capable of in the bedroom. I still had her bite marks on my chest.

I was an addict, and she was my secret dealer.

I’d never indulged with a woman the way I did with her. She bit and clawed at me and I fucking loved it. I couldn’t get enough. My body craved the powerful sensory stimulation. It wasn’t pain to me, so much as raw intensity. Every bite and scratch cut through my emotional paralysis and made me feel.

I worked hard to keep my personal life out of the public eye. The fact that the elusive business mogul Shepherd Calloway had a thing for pain in the bedroom would spread like wildfire in the gossip columns if it ever got out. Until Everly, I’d never trusted a woman with that. I didn’t like trusting people too far—it made me vulnerable.

But I’d trusted her with everything.

Her tone brought my attention back to reality. There was a sharpness to her voice. We had a meeting in about ten minutes, but she was talking to someone in the conference room. It sounded like Damian Fillsburg, head of sales.

“Mr. Calloway needs those figures by Monday.”

“By when?” Damian sounded distracted, like he was only half-listening to her.

“I’m standing right here, Damian,” she said. “So I’m sure you heard me say Monday. Just as it said in the email I sent.”

I peeked around the partially open door. Damian stood in front of her, eyes on his phone. She had her arms crossed around a stack of blue folders. I could practically feel the irritation coming off her. Not that I blamed her. Damian was fairly new and his arrogance was already grating on me.

He looked up as if only just now noticing she was there. “You can just fudge something for me, right? Make me look good for the boss-man?”

Everly pressed her lips together as she shook her head. “No, I can’t fudge something for you.”

“Everly, help a guy out here,” he said, tilting his head. He took a step closer. “How about this. Come to dinner with me on Friday and we can work on it together.”

A bolt of anger flashed through me. How dare he hit on my woman. I was about to step in and fire the fucker, but Everly didn’t miss a beat.

She clicked her tongue. “I’m sorry to hear that, Damian.”

“Sorry to hear what?”

“That Autumn broke up with you. Autumn was your girlfriend’s name, right? The one with pretty blond hair, wore a sundress to the company picnic? In fact, didn’t you propose to her a few months ago? It’s too bad it ended.”

“Wait, what? No. I mean, Autumn is her name, but we didn’t… What are you talking about?”

“Well, you just rather inappropriately asked me to dinner, which I assume means you and Autumn broke up. Or did I misunderstand what you were asking?”

“No, I didn’t mean…” Damian fumbled for words. “We didn’t break up.”

“Oh, I see,” Everly said. “So you weren’t asking me to dinner, because of course you wouldn’t cheat on your lovely fiancée.”

“No, of course not.”

“So you also didn’t just ask me to falsify data in the sales reports. I must have misunderstood that too.”

He stared at her, open-mouthed, for a few seconds. “Right, no. I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

“I didn’t think so,” she said with a friendly smile. “So how about you have those reports to me by Friday instead of Monday, just so I can make sure everything is accurate and ready on time.”

“Uh, yeah, Friday.” He straightened, flashing a fake smile, as if he could possibly recover his dignity. “Sales reports will be in your inbox.”

“Excellent. Thanks, Damian,” she said.

I stepped into the conference room. Damian didn’t make eye contact with me as he left.

Everly started placing a blue folder in front of each chair. “You’re early.”

She was right. I was. But she hadn’t been at her desk. Her pull was like gravity to me. I’d come down to the conference room early because I figured she’d be here.

“I know.” I looked her up and down, enjoying the way her yellow dress showed off her curves. But it wasn’t her gorgeous body that was impressing me right now. “You really put Damian in his place.”

Glancing at me from the corner of her eye, she set another folder down. “You heard that?”

“Some of it.”

She gave me a little shrug. “He thinks he can push people’s boundaries and get away with it. I’m happy to disabuse him of that notion.”

“You’re something else, Miss Dalton.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Calloway.”

I wanted to do a hundred dirty things to her on that conference table. Bend her over and hike up that pretty dress. Finger fuck her until she was wet, then sink my cock in deep. I could lay her down and bury my face between her legs. Lick her beautiful pussy until she came in my mouth.

Someone walked in behind me, once again snapping me back to reality. I was doing far too much fantasizing lately. But I couldn’t help it. This woman was consuming me.

The development team filed in and took their seats. I sat next to Everly, casually letting my leg brush against hers while we listened to the presentation.

Above the table, we were all business. Below, I slid my hand along her leg. Her face didn’t show even a hint of a reaction—at least not that I could see—but she gently tipped her legs apart. It made my heart pound, my blood running hot. I barely resisted the urge to lean in and breathe the strawberry scent of her hair. I couldn’t reach much without moving closer to her, so I settled for caressing the soft skin of her thigh.

Without losing her attentive posture, she gently nudged her pen off the table with her elbow. Her eyes flicked to me and she gave an apologetic shrug before leaning over to pick it up.

On her way down, she swiped her hand over my dick. Instead of reaching for her pen, she grabbed my cock through my slacks and gave it a good, firm squeeze.

I grunted at the pressure—holy fuck, that felt good—then cleared my throat to cover. Everly sat up, set her pen on the table, and went back to her note-taking.

I didn’t hear another word of the presentation. It was as if all the blood in my body had rushed south, leaving only enough in my brain for autonomic functions like breathing and keeping my heart pumping.

The meeting ended and I decided to go straight back to my office. I was so keyed up, I was ready to pounce on her. I couldn’t exactly do that in the middle of the conference room.

Plus, my office door locked.

I waited a few minutes for her to get back to her desk, then sent her a message.

Me: Come here.

Everly: Oh, do you need something?

Me: You know what I need.

Everly: Coffee?

Everly: Should I bring a notepad?

Everly: Do you want the meeting notes? I think you might have missed some of it.

Me: Get your ass in here. Now.

She came in and shut the door, leaning back against it, a wicked smile curling her lips.

“Lock it,” I said, my voice low.

With her tongue darting out over her lips, she reached behind her and locked the door.

I looked her up and down, trying to decide what I wanted. So many possibilities. I hit the remote to close the blinds and her cheeks flushed pink.

Before I could give her any commands, she came over to my desk. The fire in her eyes filled me with curiosity. Wondering what she was about to do, I stayed silent. Watching.

She licked her lips again and sank down to her knees in front of me. Just the anticipation, the way she traced a finger down my zipper, her eyes never leaving mine, had me achingly hard. She took her time, slowly unfastening my pants. Lowering my zipper.

“Mm,” she said, pulling my underwear down. “What could I do with this?”

Grabbing me at the base, she drew her tongue up the outside of my shaft. My eyes rolled back and I groaned, low in my throat. She licked me a few more times, slowly dragging her tongue up my cock. Tracing the tip.

“Fuck, Everly.”

“Shh.” A quick flick of her tongue made me groan again. “We have to be quiet.”

I’d have happily done just about anything in that moment to get her to suck my dick. If quiet was what she wanted, quiet was what she’d get.

I was going to make her pay for it later, though.

She swirled her tongue around the tip and I nodded, keeping my mouth closed.

“Good.” She wrapped her fingers around the base again and slid my cock into her mouth.

Fuck, that felt good. She started shallow, squeezing me at the base while she sucked on the tip. Her mouth was slick and warm, her tongue sliding against the shaft each time she plunged down.

Swallowing back another groan, I let it out as a low growl. I couldn’t help it. Just the sight of her mouth around my hard length was fucking amazing.

She moved faster, taking in more of me each time. Plunging down on me. Deeper.

I slid my fingers in her hair and her eyes fluttered closed. Her soft moan reverberated through my body. I watched, playing with her soft tresses, while she worked my cock with her mouth. The pressure mounted, heat and tension building.

My hips moved with her rhythm, thrusting my cock into her mouth. She slid a hand beneath my shirt, splaying her palm across my ribs. Her fingers curled and I felt the sharp bite of her fingernails as she dug them into my skin.

Jerking my hips, I barely stifled a groan. My hand tightened in her hair and she clawed at me again, still plunging down on my cock. I watched it slide out of her mouth, glistening wet, my vision going hazy at the edges.

This was torture of the best kind. She took me deep into her wet mouth, the friction of her lips and tongue driving me crazy. Her hand slid higher, to my chest. Finding my nipple, she grabbed it between her finger and thumb and tugged—hard.

“Fuck,” I growled, unable to contain myself.

She picked up the pace, her head bobbing as she plunged down on me, over and over. I held her hair, mesmerized, on the brink of losing control. Right as her eyes lifted to meet mine, she grabbed my nipple again, tugging harder this time.

And I lost my fucking mind.

I exploded into her mouth, my cock pulsing as I came. It was so sudden, and so strong, it overwhelmed my senses. The waves of pleasure crashed through my body, leaving me helpless—totally at her mercy.

After I finished, she slid my dick out of her mouth while I blinked at the ceiling, utterly intoxicated. My head swam with endorphins. I could hardly think.

I took a deep breath and the world snapped back into focus. She was still on her knees, her hands on my thighs.

Her turn.

I cupped her chin and traced my thumb across her bottom lip. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Yeah, you—”

“Take your panties off.”

There was no room in my tone for anything but obedience. Eyes locked with mine, she stood. She didn’t try to take her skirt off first, just lifted it and slid her panties down her legs.

Good girl.

I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it just enough to get a taste of her tits. I nuzzled them, rubbing my thumbs across her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. Pulling one side down, I flicked her nipple with my tongue a few times while I slid my hand up her inner thigh.

Her slit was wet and I felt her tremble as my fingers teased her soft skin.

“Shepherd—”

Swiping my thumb over her clit, I shushed her. “Shh. We have to be quiet.”

She bit her lip, whimpering softly.

I pushed all the shit on my desk to one side—I was glad it was so big—and laid her down. She tipped her legs open and I hiked her skirt higher.

“Look at that pretty pussy.” I licked up her slit. “God, you taste fucking good.”

She whimpered again. I loved hearing her make that sound.

With my hands on her thighs, I went to work on her clit with my tongue. I started slow, teasing, torturing. Long drags of my tongue against her soft folds. The tension in her body built, her back arching, fingers clutching at the surface of my desk.

I slid two fingers inside her and she barely stopped a moan from escaping her lips. Flicking her clit with my tongue, I curled my fingers, giving her the friction she needed. Her body writhed and she grabbed my hair while she bucked her hips against me.

I was relentless, never letting up. I licked and sucked her clit while I worked her pussy with my fingers. Still high from my own orgasm, I was intoxicated by her taste. By the feel of her wetness on my fingers.

This sweet, gorgeous woman was laid out on my desk, her pussy all mine. I’d never felt so fucking powerful.

She took short, sharp breaths and her pussy clenched around my fingers. I gave her more, lapping my tongue against her clit. Her pussy was hot around my fingers. God, she was so close. I could feel it, almost like I was about to come again.

Her back arched and she clapped a hand over her mouth, her pussy throbbing. I rode out her orgasm with her, still licking and driving into her with my fingers.

She relaxed, still gasping for breath. “Oh my god, stop. I can’t take anymore.”

I planted a last kiss over her clit and slid my fingers out.

“Holy shit, Shepherd,” she breathed. “I think I just died.”

I helped her sit up on the edge of my desk and she blinked a few times. Her hair was a mess, her clothes disheveled.

“You look sexy as fuck right now.” I held her hips and leaned in to kiss her. “Now get your ass out, I have work to do.”

Giggling, she grabbed my nipple through my shirt and twisted, making me grunt. “You ass. You can’t give me an orgasm like that and not let me recover.”

I kissed her again. “Let’s clear my schedule and you can take all the time you need.”

The crazy thing was, I meant it. I’d have happily taken the rest of the day off, just to spend it with her. It was so unlike me.

Everly was addicting, and not just because she knew how to make me come harder than I ever had in my life. I liked her—a lot. And I still wasn’t sure how to handle that.