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

by Claire Kingsley

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 ...