4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Tyler

T he party space is a whirlwind of casual dress and suits, laughter and the buzz of conversation filling the air like champagne bubbles. The scent of fresh flowers and faint perfume tickle my nostrils as I take in the scene. I can't help but notice Megan standing apart from the crowd, nervously fiddling with her wineglass. She's dressed to kill in a form-fitting black dress showcasing her deadly curves and heart stopping cleavage, but there's a reserved uncertainty in her eyes that tugs at me.

"Hey," I say, sidling up to her. "You look radiant tonight." I vow to make sure she's not on the sidelines at all this weekend.

She gives me a tight smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Thanks, Tyler. You clean up pretty well yourself. But you don't have to say that, nobody's listening. I know I'm not your type." Her gaze flickers around the room, assessing her coworkers and their reactions. She acts like there's nothing completely fucked up about what she said.

I frown. How can she possibly not think about how beautiful she is? From the moment I first saw her, I was entranced. Then I opened my mouth and said something stupid. I can't even remember what I said, but it soured her toward me and I'm somebody who reacts, so getting under her skin is a thrill for me. Her not accepting her beauty though. No, I'm not standing for it. I have to go about it differently though, because telling her isn't the way. Showing her is going to be.

"Alright, let's play a game," I suggest, hoping to distract her from her nerves. "Tell me which of your coworkers would rather be anywhere else right now."

Megan raises an eyebrow, then surveys the room with renewed interest. A grin slowly spreads across her face as she points out various people, the guy with the deer-in-headlights expression, the woman whose laugh is slightly too shrill. We share a conspiratorial chuckle, and I can see the tension beginning to drain from her shoulders.

"Alright, my turn," I say. "Did I ever tell you about the time our team mascot " accidentally " tackled our coach on live television?"

Megan's eyes widen with amusement as I regale her with tales from my hockey career. Occasionally, she throws in a clever comeback or a witty remark that leaves me laughing. There's something about her humor, intelligence behind it that draws me in. I enjoy the back-and-forth banter between us, the barriers of our fake relationship crumbling away with each shared laugh.

"Seriously? They locked you out of the locker room."

"I swear. I was buck-ass-naked, pounding on the door to let me in when I heard a few pictures being taken. A couple of the players' wives decided to snap some photos. To this day, I know Ethan instigated it all, but he won't cop to it."

Megan's laughter bubbles out of her and it sounds like angels singing. I love it and the way she lights up.

"Oh, man, it's in a hockey stadium, too. The women weren't even allowed the full effect." Her cheeks turn bright red, but she continues to laugh.

"Okay, okay, okay, enough about me," I say, steering the conversation towards her as I take a drink of my beer. The mention of me naked has me imagining her naked and I'm not here to embarrass her. If we continue on this route, then I won't be responsible for my action. "What do you like to do when you're not wrangling legal documents?"

"Actually, I love photography," Megan replies, her face brightening at the subject. We delve into a discussion of our favorite hobbies and experiences, finding unexpected common ground. We love all the old Hitchcock movies, love to read the same thrillers, we even share the same favorite authors and who we have been wanting to read. It's refreshing to see her opening up, her voice no longer laced with uncertainty.

"Come on," I say after a while, nodding towards the dance floor. "Let's join the fun."

Megan hesitates for a moment, then allows me to pull her onto the dance floor. Her movements are a little stiff at first, but as the music flows around us and our bodies synchronize, she relaxes. I catch glimpses of shyness in her I hadn't seen before, an endearing vulnerability that makes me want to protect her from the world. Since we first met, she always had this guard up, and never let a single crack appear, but now it's different.

Throughout the evening, I take every opportunity to charm Megan's boss and colleagues. Their impressed smiles and laughter tell me I'm succeeding, and I can't help but feel proud of how well we're pulling off this fake relationship. However, it doesn't feel fake anymore, and I don't know if I want it to be.

As the party winds down, Megan and I share a quiet moment on a secluded balcony, the distant sounds of laughter and clinking glasses reaching us. Our eyes meet, the growing connection between us undeniable.

"Thanks, Tyler," she whispers, her hand resting on my arm. "I don't know how I could've gotten through tonight without you."

"Anytime, Megan," I reply, and it feels like the most genuine thing I've ever said.

The evening comes to an end, and we make our way back to our hotel room. I open the door and hold it open for her, but the moment we step inside, I can feel the intensity between us shift. No longer a friendly camaraderie, something deeper and more primal has taken its place. Something I've been holding back, even more so as I held her in my arms on the dance floor.

Our eyes lock and I move in closer. At this point, I'm not in control of myself, my body just reacts to her.

"Tyler," Megan whispers, her breath hot against my neck as she presses herself against me. The temptation is too strong, and I impulsively take what has crossed my mind several times since I first met Megan. Our lips crash together, our hunger for each other all-consuming. As I push her up against the door, her dress hiking up around her hips, I can't help but think this is the start of something real, something neither of us ever expected, but something I want more than anything.

"Tyler," Megan whispers again. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I trail kisses along her neck. Her body shudders against mine, and I can't help but grin at the effect I'm having on her.

"Let me make you feel good, honey," I murmur into her skin, my hands roam over her curvy body. I'm enjoying the handfuls in my grasp. She nods as she's breathless, her eyes dark with desire.

I drop to my knees, pushing her dress up even further to reveal she's not wearing any panties. I groan and want to pant as my cock hardens more. "No panties?"

"I didn't want lines," she gasps.

The sight of her, so exposed and vulnerable, sends a jolt of lust through me. I press my lips to her inner thigh, as my eyes stay on her pink center, tasting her soft skin before moving closer to where she needs me most, as my anticipation makes me ready to blow.

I kiss and lick along her thigh and then jump over to her other thigh, making her squirm and hiss at me for not going where she needs me. Her hips roll, moving closer to my mouth, but I lay my forearm over her stomach and push her against the wall, holding her in place.

"Tyler, please," she gasps as I tease her with my tongue, her hips trying to buck against me, but she's nothing compared to my strength. I take my time, licking, sucking, and kissing every inch around her core, before I trail my tongue to her needy pussy. I hover my mouth over her sopping lips and blow a little air. Megan shakes and her hands tighten in my hair, making the pull hurt so good.

I glance at her, and she's in a dazed out bliss of need and without further hesitation I suck her clit into my mouth and a loud squeal falls from her lips. I lick and kiss it before moving down and thrusting my tongue inside her, moaning at the most delectable taste. Screw ice cream. I'll take a serving of Megan any day.

The sounds emanating from her have my cock strangled against my pants as there's no longer any room for them as I learn her body and what makes her moan, what makes her dig her nails into my shoulders. It's not long before she's writhing against me because I stop holding her down. I want her bucking. Her breath comes in ragged gasps.

"Please," she begs, and it's music to my ears.

With a wicked grin, I delve deeper, using all the tricks I know to drive her wild. Megan's body trembles beneath me, and I can sense her release building. When the orgasm shatters out of her, her scream of ecstasy fills the room, leaving us both breathless.

"Wow," she pants, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... incredible."

I continue to lick and clean up the mess I made.

"Only the beginning," I promise her with a cocky grin, knowing this weekend has become about more than just keeping up appearances. Our connection is real, and I have every intention of exploring it to its fullest.