She bit down on her lip and lifted her chin defiantly. “What’s stopping you, Dr. Turner? Is it an ethics violation?” she taunted.
She gasped when I turned her around swiftly, pushing her down over the cool metal and lifting her skirt up over her round ass. I ran my fingers along her damp panties “Is this what you wanted, Dillon?”
She moaned as my hand slapped down over her ass.
“Oh, god.”
The ripping sound of fabric filled the room as I tore off her panties in one smooth motion. I leaned down over her, pressing my front against her back. “I need you to tell me that this is what you want or I’m not going to touch you, gorgeous.”
She looked over her shoulder as I unfastened my belt and unzipped my pants, lust shining bright in her eyes. Her hands ran over the large bulge in my pants and I groaned. God, this woman was hot. She bit down on her full bottom lip as she tugged my pants down my hips.
“Zane, shut the hell up and fuck me.”
I grinned and certain that she could see the wild, dirty thoughts running through my mind. There were so many things I wanted to do to her. It was like fucking Christmas, I didn’t know where to start.
“Lay down on the desk. I’m going to eat your pussy before I fuck you.”
Her eyes flashed at my command. I watched her gracefully move from being bent over the file cabinet to being spread open wide for me on my desk. My cock throbbed, ached to be deep inside her pussy. He was going to have to wait. She looked at me through hooded eyes as I kneeled down in front of her. Her back arched off the desk as I ran my tongue along her inner thigh, nipping at the soft skin every few inches.
“Hurry up,” she begged. “I thought you wanted to—Oh god.”
As I sucked down on her clit, her words cut off in a breathless moan. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking softly as I licked and teased her, and her stiletto heels dug into my back, urging me to continue. I ran my hands up the loose fabric of her shirt where it had came untucked from her skirt. Her nipples were pebbled against the flimsy lace of her bra. I squeezed her breasts tightly, almost painfully as I continued to circle her clit with my tongue. I wanted her first release to hit her hard and fast. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so damn argumentative.
“Fuck. I need more,” she whimpered.
Her eyes met mine as I slid a finger inside her while still sucking down hard on her clit. She arched off the desk as her release rushed over her. Dillon’s sharp cry filled the room and I clamped my hand down over her mouth to muffle the sound. There were nurses and doctors roaming the halls of this place and the last thing we needed was to be found with her laid out over my desk and my cock hanging out of my pants. I stood up and let my slacks fall down to my ankles and as I did Dillon turned over on the desk, flaunting that perfect ass.
My hand slapped down hard, making the skin pink beneath my fingers. “Is this what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you from behind?”
She glanced at me over her shoulder and bit down on her bottom lip, nodding her head as she did. Fuck. I wanted to be the one to bite down on that lip. I slapped her ass again and positioned myself at her entrance. We both moaned at the teasing sensations. My cock sank a few inches inside her slowly.
“Condom,” she choked out.
Fuck.
Never in my life had I ever forgotten to use a condom. It took me two seconds to grab my wallet from my pants and roll a condom down my throbbing cock while cursing myself for my stupidity. I pushed her back down over the desk and thrust inside. She bit down on her wrist and I about lost it. Dillon was so fucking sexy and the fact that she had to restrain herself from making all sorts of noises was hot.
I leaned down over her, my hips moving faster and hitting exactly at the right angle. “Fuck your pussy feels good, baby,” I hissed in her ear.
Her fingernails dug into my thighs as she reached behind us to clutch at me. The little hellcat was going to draw blood. I wanted to laugh, but I was so close to coming that I was afraid anything would set me off. She writhed underneath me, so close, but not quite there.
“Touch yourself. Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock,” I whispered in her ear.
Her hand went down obediently and she started circling the bundle of nerves that would push her over the edge. This was so fast and dirty, but I couldn’t risk dragging it out like I wanted to and getting caught. I could feel the familiar pull at the base of my spine, signaling that I was almost there.
I threaded my fingers into her hair, completely wrecking the messy bun that had probably taken her thirty minutes to fix. She moaned when I tightened my grip, tugging at the blonde strands, and I felt her pussy tighten around me as her orgasm shot through her. She rested her upper body on the desk and dug her fingernails into my thighs even harder. It was sexy as hell watching her trying not to scream out as she came.
I choked back my own groans as I caught myself on the desk with one arm. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of Dillon’s hips and I nipped the skin of her back with my teeth as I came. She shuddered underneath me and I smiled against her sweaty, salty skin.
“That—” I sucked in a harsh breath. “Was fucking amazing.”
She smiled wickedly beneath me. “I think that was definitely an ethics violation.”
* * *
“You owe me five hundred buck, fucker.”
Dr. Kade Smith made a face as I sat down at the table across from him. “Doubtful. What do you think I owe you money for?”
“I fucked Dillon, so pay up.”
He shook his head. “Hell no, that was only if you fucked her on the first date and you only got head. It’s been almost two weeks, technically you owe me five hundred bucks since you didn’t score.”
“I thought we agreed head counted,” I joked.
The girls sitting at the table next to us gave us disgusted looks and scooted away. Kade grinned over at them. “I’m not the asshole, it’s my friend. He’s a pig. I’m just a lonely plastic surgeon that helps kids with cleft palates.” I laughed as they rolled their eyes and got up to move to a different table, much further away from us. Kade shrugged. “Sometimes it works.”
The man was shameless. He turned back to me. “So you banged the blonde huh? How was it?”
Life changing, but there was no way in hell I was admitting it to him. “Really hot. I’ll never look at my desk the same way again.”
He frowned. “You pulled that shit at work?”
“It was convenient.” And also not the first time I’d done it. “She’ll at least go out with me whenever I ask now. There will definitely be a repeat performance.”
Kade looked confused. “You want a repeat? Is the world coming to an end or something? I thought you just wanted to fuck her because you could.”
“It was good sex, so sue me,” I said, shifting my eyes away from his. He was getting a little too close to the truth for comfort.
He stared at me for a few seconds. “You have feelings for this girl don’t you?”
Shit.
“Hell no, I just—”
“It’s like the end of an era. All good men go down, dude. Don’t feel bad. I’ll come to your wedding. And if you ask nicely I’ll even be your best man.”
I rolled my eyes. “God, you’re annoying. Why do I put up with your shit?”
Kade grinned. “Because I got you pot in college.”
He watched closely as I shook my head in disbelief. “We aren’t in college anymore though. I could get my own damn pot if I wanted it now.” I didn’t. It had been over fifteen years since I’d even touched the stuff, but seriously, why did I put up with him? God, this was a ridiculous conversation. “This is stupid. Did the chick from the other night give you her real number or did you strike out again?”
He scowled. “No girl has ever given me a fake number, asshole.”
“Sure.” I leaned back in my chair as the waitress came up. “I’ll take a Glenlivet, neat.”
Kad
e gave the waitress his order and refocused his attention on me. “You really want a repeat with blondy?”
I considered his question. And it surprised the hell out of me that I did. Dillon was smart, sexy and had great taste in liquor. If I was the marrying type, she might actually be the one.
“Dillon’s great, but it’s just sex. Amazing, dirty sex, but nothing more than that. But yeah, I would definitely be up for a repeat.”
“Wow.” He stared at me for a second. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
I scowled. “See what? What the hell are you talking about?”
“You actually like her.”
I shook my head, making it very clear that he was wrong. “No, I don’t.”
“So it won’t be a big deal if she won’t go out with you again?”
“Of course not, but she will.”
“You’re a cocky son of a bitch today, text her and find out.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Dillon was always feisty. I had much better chances of her saying yes if I asked her face to face. Or with my mouth hovering over her cunt. Fuck it. I swiped my fingers over the keyboard quickly and sent the text.
Kade grinned and leaned back in his chair. “You better hope she says yes or I’m going to make your life hell.”
“You do that anyway.”
By the time we’d finished two drinks I still hadn’t heard from her. Something told me Dillon Hart wouldn’t be as easy to get as I thought.
Chapter 7
Dillon
I felt powerful in the highest pair of Louboutin heels I owned. Women stared at me as I glided past them like it was nothing, and men—hell, men were easy. If I showed a little leg, they’d give me anything I wanted. New car? Sure, what kind? A week in Paris? Hell yeah, I’ll fire up the jet. I was a handful and I knew it, but I was damned good at what I did—making people give me the story of a lifetime. I played hard and worked harder. No one could ever say I owed my success to a man.
I was sick to death of going to these ridiculous parties. The same people were constantly there, naming themselves Southern royalty because they were the benefactor to yet another pointless contribution. Will knew I hated coming, and I think that’s the reason why I ended up being the one to cover so many of them. At least the alcohol was free.
All my ‘sources’ were supposed to be here tonight, but I only recognized a few of the doctors from ESEC as I circled the room. There was a lady giving me the side eye from a few tables over, but I didn’t recognize her either. If she didn’t stop soon I was going to go over and introduce myself, but before I could make a move to go to her, she made her way over to me.
“You’re Dillon Hart, right?”
I looked at the woman wearily. These situations didn’t normally go so well for me. Women either blamed me for making their man look bad, or I was accused of luring their man to cheat.
“I am,” I answered. “I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize you.”
She laughed. “Oh honey, you wouldn’t. I’m a PA at ESEC. I recognized you from when you had lunch with Dr. Turner the other day.” Her thick southern accent made me smile. Over the years, I’d learned to tamper mine down some, but this woman was as twangy as they came. “I just wanted to give you a warning. The guy is amazing in bed, well technically anywhere but a bed, but he’s an asshole. Not that I don’t think you can hold your own, but it’s always nice for someone to keep girl code, right?”
The confused look on my face must have given me away, so she continued. “We all fall for him. He’s sexy as hell, but he’s a sexist pig just like all the rest of them. He’s exactly like his stepdad, although at least Zane’s not married. There’s probably four or five women here that he has slept with though.” She giggled. “We could probably form a club.”
I laughed. “That’s a headline story for me.”
She grinned and held out her hand. “I’m Kate.”
I reached out to shake hers. “Nice to meet you, Kate. I’d buy you a drink for the warning, but they’re free.”
She held up her glass. “I’m way ahead of you, sugar. Do you want me to introduce you around?”
“That would be lovely.”
Kate hadn’t been kidding when she said there were four or five woman that had slept with Zane. Within an hour there were six of us sitting around the leather couches and discussing what a dickhead Dr. Zane Turner was. The story was always the same, he hit on the girl, gave the same smoldering smile and expected us to fall for his tricks. Only my story was slightly different, but he did work with four of the six women sitting around. Apparently he didn’t mind dipping his pen in company ink, I thought wryly.
It didn’t seem fair that the man was hot as hell, successful, and he had a huge cock. Most women had to fight for all their attributes, while everything just seemed to fall into Zane’s lap without him even trying. His dad was a famous doctor, so he’d got in medical school without even trying. And his family came from old southern money. Plus, he had the body of a Greek god, but barely ever went to the gym.
Not.
Fucking.
Fair.
“And that’s how I let him take me into the ladies room and fuck me blind,” Lisa finished. She took a long sip of her drink. “I should have known better, but one look at those eyes and his body and I was done for.”
She was the last of us to recount her story about the good doctor. My stomach felt queasy after listening to them for the past forty-five minutes. I didn’t know why. Zane was supposed to be a mark, a subject for me to write about, not someone I had feelings for. I needed to put more distance between us, and after story time, it wouldn’t be hard.
“I can’t help but wonder why we do this shit to ourselves.” I took a drink of my wine. “We’re smart women, so why do we end up making the same mistakes with men over and over.
Kate reached over and squeezed my knee. “That’s the million dollar question isn’t it? Zane’s good to look at, but he thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Although, most men believe that, don’t they?”
I smiled. “They sure do. I had a real winner before Zane. He ended up being married with a kid on the way.”
“What is it about men that make them think that we should just put up with their bullshit?” Lisa asked. “I haven’t gone on a good date in forever.”
The girls all murmured their agreement.
“Maybe we should teach them a lesson. It might be fun,” Bianca spoke up. “You should do it, Dillon.”
“Do what?” I asked in confusion.
“Take on Zane. Show him what it’s like to want something he can’t have.”
I snorted. “I seriously doubt that I’m the girl to do that. I’m sure he’s already moved on to another girl at whatever godforsaken event he’s at tonight.”
“He’s at the hospital working late tonight,” Kate smirked.
“Okay, one, it’s creepy that you know that.” I laughed. “And two, what makes you ladies think I could pull this off.”
Carrie leaned forward. “We know what you’re doing at the hospital. You aren’t a patient, or a drug rep, or doing a fluff story on the doctors like some of them think. We all know better. Who do you think submitted the anonymous tip? Zane isn’t guilty, but someone in that hospital is.”
I did not just hear that.
“Are you kidding me?” I whispered as I looked around us to make sure no one had overheard her.
She leaned back in her seat and smiled.
I grinned back. “I’m very happy that I ran into you ladies tonight.”
“So will you give him a taste of his own medicine?”
I raised my glass in cheers.
“To exposing the truth.”
The girls clinked their glasses with mine, each sharing a small smile.
* * *
Jake stared at me from across the table, a small smile playing on his face. I tried to hold back my laughter. He was battling with himself over if my story was hysterical or disturbing. I’m
sure he was a little afraid that some woman was going to play him like an idiot too.
“You’re telling me that you are going to lead this guy on just because he’s a player?”
“Well, he deserves it doesn’t he?”
Jake shook his head. “He’s a prick for sure, but you guys are waging some tough psychological war on him.”
I grinned. “You can’t tell if you want to laugh or feel sorry for him, right?”
That’s what I was going for. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to go along with these women, but something in me wanted to get even with men in general for how shitty we’ve been treated. Not that I wanted to tell my brother that.
Jake shook his head. “I hope you haven’t taken this too far, Dillon.”
I frowned and stared at my big brother. “You really think it’s too far? We had six women sitting there telling the story about how he fucked us then went riding off into the sunset like nothing happened. Is it really too far, Jake?”
“Gross. Don’t talk about having sex with me.”
“He didn’t even bother with a bed for anyone. I was leaned over—”
He covered his ears and started singing the Star Spangled Banner. Loudly. I laughed and tugged his hands down.
“I’m done, but do you get my point now?”
“Yep, I’m on board. Zane’s a dickhead and he has to pay. But you do realize that he’s not—”
I glared. “If you say his name, I’ll junk punch you.”
“Fine. Not all guys are him though. You don’t have to constantly push them away. Or compare them,” he added as an afterthought. Jake took a sip of his coffee. “From what it sounds like, this Zane dude likes you. He never took any of the other girls out. He literally fucked them and it was over. You guys have gone out a few times. Right?”
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