Page 5 of Texting the Enemy

She shatters, her teeth digging into my palm to muffle her scream, as she follows my request perfectly like the good girl she is.

I open my mouth to praise her, but a rough knock on the door interrupts me. Both of us go stock still, my fingers still inside her, and her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.

“This room is booked!” a male voice shouts, breaking the silence.

I recognize who it is instantly, cursing under my breath as I release Faith. Unable to help myself, I lick the taste of her off my fingers, groaning at her flavor.

“Whoever’s in there, you need to leave! My room booking started five minutes ago!” Tom calls, his voice grating on my nerves for the second time this morning.

Faith’s eyes are wide and glassy from the combination of shock and lingering pleasure, and I’ve never wanted to fight Tom more than I do at this moment.

“Hello?!” he calls again, sounding more exasperated by the second.

Faith’s shoulders begin to shake, and she slaps her hand over her mouth. For a second, a spark of fear goes through me as I thinkshe’s crying. Then, the quietest giggle slips past her fingers, and I realize she’s not upset at all. She’s laughing. My lips quirk up in a smirk as I pin her with abe quietlook that lacks any actual sternness. I try to swallow down my own laughter, forcing myself to look away from her so we don’t give ourselves away.

“I never thought I’d say this,” I whisper under my breath, regret heavy in my tone. “But get dressed, baby, as fast as you can.”

As though she’s only just realized her heels are on the floor and her skirt is rucked up and messy, Faith jumps into action. Unable to keep delaying this, I run a hand through my hair, smooth down the front of my pants, and then head to the door.

Just as I unlock and open the meeting room door, Faith curses and squeals. My gaze snaps away from Tom’s disgruntled face to my girl, who’s currently falling through the air, one heel on her foot, the other flying off and landing on the carpet halfway across the room. Clearly, trying to hurry and put heels on is not a good combination.

Without thought, I reach for her, grabbing her around the waist before she can fall on her face. She falls into my arms with a softoof, and for a second that stretches on for what feels like an hour, her face is pressed against my chest, and my hands grip her small waist tightly, possessively.

A loud cough breaks the moment, and we both turn to see Tom frowning at us, a mixture of confusion and suspicion on his face. Faith straightens her spine, raising her chin as she scrambles out of my arms, despite the fact I had no desire to let her go. She meets Tom’s eyes, though her cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Ensuring she’s steady, I retrieve her other heel and help her slip it on.

“Sorry about that,” Faith says, breaking the tense silence. “I’m not usually so clumsy.”

“Right…” Tom murmurs in response, glancing between the two of us.

He opens his mouth as though he’s going to ask something, and I can’t risk that.

“Apologies for overstaying our time,” I say, my voice smooth and professional as though we haven’t just been caught, as I stride towards the door. He has to move out of the way for Faith and me to rush through, clutching a file to his chest like he’s worried her ‘clumsiness’ is contagious. “We had a lot to work through.”

Without another word, I subtly nudge Faith and walk away down the hall, her hot on my heels and Tom’s stare burning a hole into my back. Goddamn, I really don’t like that man.

I hear the meeting room door close behind us and quickly glance around to make sure nobody else is lingering within earshot.

“Text me your address and be ready at seven tonight,” I tell Faith, thoroughly enjoying the way her eyes widen and her pink lips pop open. Her pupils are still blown out, and if I could, I’d throw her over my shoulder and take us both home right fucking now.

“What? Why?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

I grin, stepping close to her so she has to tip her head back to look up at me. “Because I’m not done with you yet,” I say. “Fuck, baby, I don’t think I ever will be.”

She smirks, and my heart tries to throw itself out of my chest with how hard it beats for her. “Oh really? And if I don’t follow your instructions?”

A smirk takes over my face as I pretend to think about it. “Well, then you might not get the budget you need for that campaign,” I answer teasingly, ensuring my tone implies the fact that I’m not serious. I’ll give her whatever the fuck she wants if she so much as bats those lashes at me, but teasing her back is so much fun.

With a wink, I turn on my heel and walk away, just in time to see a colleague walk in our direction. I greet them as though I didn’t just have my fingers buried in my dream girl and my head isn’t filled with all the filthy things I want to do to her later tonight.

I can’t wait.

4

FAITH

It’s nearly impossible to focus on work for the rest of the day. My mind is so preoccupied that I water the same plant on my desk three times and have to drain it over the kitchen sink so I don’t kill it. I would one hundred percent blame Ford for the death of one of my plant babies, and the thought of him smirking and teasing me about it does nothing to help the butterflies fluttering excitedly around in my stomach.

Even one of my team members, Kelly, comments that I seem out of sorts, and I have to laugh and say I didn’t sleep well last night to play it off. On the bright side, the lie means she buys me my favorite coffee to help me feel better, which is so lovely it momentarily distracts me from the events in the meeting room earlier. I value having a good relationship with all those on my team, and in times like this, where I’m more distracted than I’ve ever been, it means that they cut me some slack. Thank God, because I’ve been reviewing the same outline for the past hour but am no further on with making notes on it like I should be.

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