Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club, #1)

by Claire Kingsley

Their food was top-notch, too, especially their homemade potato chips. Not that we ordered those very often. “Ice waters to start?” Jake asked.

Rolling my eyes

“Everly,” he said. I glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah?” “Thank you.” My breath caught in my throat and I bit my lip, feeling a poignant mix of giddiness and confusion. It was the first time he’d ever thanked me for anything.

The bar is on the floor

Unexpected benefit of Everly now posing as my fiancée: She had my ring to mark her as mine.

He turned back, meeting my gaze, a disarming openness in his eyes. Right there, in that exact moment, I did a terrible, terrible thing. I fell in love with my boss.

His fingertips hooked beneath my panties. “I need to feel your pussy.” “Do you have a condom?” I panted. “I won’t… just want a little more.”

“We’re going home and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when we get there.”

Yessss Shep!!!!

My chest and back stung from her nails, but I fucking loved it. I smacked one of her ass cheeks, just hard enough to make her gasp. “Again,” she said. Who the hell was she? I smacked her again with a satisfying slap. She gasped and giggled. “Have I been a bad girl?” “So bad.” “Spank me again.”

I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “You dirty girl. You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?”

“What are you doing now?” “I was thinking about taking a bath, but I could do something else.” “No, take the bath.” He started cuffing the sleeves of his button-down shirt. “I want to watch.”

“Everly,” he said, his voice soft and low. “I love you. Please come home.”

I caught his lower lip between my teeth and bit down, just hard enough to get him to grunt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard for that later,” he growled in my ear. “Promise?”