Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club #1) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,45

and practically losing control of my dick? I couldn’t have counted the number of times I’d dealt with an unexpected erection since she’d moved in.

The pressure was frustratingly intense, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her tits. What they’d look like dripping wet. Her hands slowly running over her body as she washed herself.

I smelled the shampoo again. Fuck it.

Squeezing a glob of pink into my hand, I inhaled as the scent of strawberries filled the air. Bracing myself with one hand against the tile, I grabbed my solid erection and started to stroke.

There was no point in fighting it now. I let the images of a naked Everly flit through my mind. All that smooth skin. Those curves. Her perky tits and tapered waist.

I liked imagining her in the bath, but my mind moved her to the bed. My hand gripped my dick tighter as I stroked up and down the length of my cock, still slow and deliberate. Thinking about Everly on her back, her hair fanned out over my sheets. Her hands on her tits, teasing her nipples. I’d climb on top of her and sink my cock in deep. Get lost in her pussy.

Stroking faster, I imagined her in my office. On her knees, my cock in her mouth, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Bent over my desk with her skirt hiked up to her waist, her luscious ass in the air. I’d pound her from behind while she whimpered my name, trying to stay quiet.

Fuck, this was good. The entire shower smelled like her and my dick was stiff in my hand. Grunting as my muscles tensed, I stroked it out hard. Faster. I was immersed in hot water, steam, and strawberry shampoo, riding the edge of climax. My dick pulsed as I started to come, the sweet release making my eyes roll back. I grunted again.

It wasn’t sex, and it wasn’t her, but it was pretty fucking good.

Leaning against the tile, I let my dick drop and caught my breath. What was I going to do about her? Fuck her and get it over with?

No. That wasn’t really my style, but even if it had been, I knew it was a bad idea to get too close to her. Dad’s fling would end, and there’d be no more reason for Everly to stay. We’d have to go back to what we’d been before—boss and assistant.

That ring didn’t really make her mine.

I finished washing up, then got out of the shower and toweled off. No sound came from the bedroom to indicate Everly might be there, and when I peeked through the door, I found it empty. I dressed, putting on a white t-shirt and sweats. Everly had teased me the first time she’d seen me wearing sweats, saying she hadn’t thought casual Shepherd existed. As if I walked around in a suit and tie even on weekends.

If she only knew. Casual Shepherd did exist, and not just the guy wearing sweats at home. I just didn’t let people see him. Not anyone I knew personally, at least.

Relaxed from my shower, I wandered out to the kitchen to find something to eat, my mind already switching to work. I had proposals to review and a contact to go over. I’d get some food and spend the evening in my office tonight. Everly wouldn’t be home, anyway.

Not that it mattered what she was doing. We’d gone on several dates-for-show recently, so why did I keep thinking about her plans for tonight? She didn’t have to spend every evening with me.

I needed to get her out of my head.

Coming around the corner into the kitchen, I almost ran right into her. She yelped, clutching a silver water bottle to her chest.

“Oh my god, you scared me,” she said. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Sorry. I didn’t know you were home.”

She was dressed in a blue tank top with a pair of skin-tight leggings that showed every curve. With her hair up in a ponytail and her skin glistening from her run, it made me want to lick her to see if she tasted salty.

Her full, pink lips parted in a bright smile. “That’s okay, no harm done. Did you have a good workout?”

It took me two tries to get a word out. “Yeah.”

“You okay?”

No, I’m fucking distracted because I just gave myself an Everly-scented orgasm.

Oh shit, what if she smelled me? I ran a hand through my hair, although that certainly wasn’t what I’d used her shampoo