Mr. Big Ego (Dirty South Book 3)

by Kat Addams

  Not only had I previously never had a one-night stand before, which wasn’t my thing, but I’d just had a one-night stand with the biggest jerk in Nola. Was it worth it? Yes. But that didn’t mean that I wasn’t feeling slightly ashamed. I had told myself no more alpha assholes after my marriage, and I’d fallen right on top of one. And damn it if I didn’t want to fall right on top of him again and again. I glanced at my closet and the eight pairs of leggings I’d splurged on with his gift card.

  But maybe …

  My mind started to do that thing—the irrational thing. It began to bargain with my heart.

  The Victor who banged away inside me isn’t the same Victor who had refused to meet with his employees … and the Victor I am meeting today is meeting with his employees, so—

  I flung myself back on my bed and rubbed my eyes.

  “Victor Beaumont is an asshole. No more assholes,” I whispered.

  I squinted my eyes shut, trying to block him out of my mind, but all I kept seeing was the way he had looked while thrusting away on top of me. His mask had hidden most of his face, but even I could see a smile in his eyes—a warm smile, not his usual smirk. He had looked happy, genuinely happy, and maybe even a little bit sweet.

  My hand slowly trailed down my stomach, slipping under my pantyhose until I found that sweet spot that Victor had so expertly teased with his tongue. My nipples hardened against my bra as I lay half-dressed and completely spread eagle across my bed. Just one thought of the gentler side of Victor, and I was ready to have him. I closed my eyes and imagined the way he had stood naked and confident in front of me—before he knew who I was. His confidence had served him well when he made the dive between my legs and tasted every inch of me, inside and out.

  I let my fingers play over my clit the same way that he had licked me. His tongue had flicked back and forth, pausing to suck all of me in over and over again. He had grabbed my ass and pushed me into his face, growling like I was his very last meal. I started to moan as I moved my hand faster up and over my wet pussy. I wished Phantom Victor were here now to finish me off. I was getting close, completely losing myself in my naughty thoughts.

  “Squawk. Sookie-sookie now. Squawk,” I heard from the other side of my bedroom wall.

  The sound of my neighbor’s pervy parrot and his entourage of other birdbrains instantly killed my climax.

  If I had a dollar for every time I lay here, listening to my sex-fiend neighbor go at it in the middle of the night while his group of winged friends cheered him on, I could probably afford a better apartment.

  “Squawk! Just like that! Squawk! Dirty slut. Squawk. Squawk.”

  A chorus of birds began to chirp.

  I flung myself off the bed and stomped around my room. Is that asshole parrot judging me? I wiggled into my skirt.

  Now, not only was I running late, but I was also sexually frustrated.

  “Squawk! Come for me! Squawk!”

  “How about you keep your filthy beak shut!” I banged my fist on the wall.

  I knew the likelihood of my neighbor being home at this time of the day was almost nonexistent. That was why I had let myself get a little too loud and comfortable in the first place. But that damn parrot!

  “Squawk! Facedown. Squawk! Ass up.” The parrot and the birds started up again.

  “You suck!” I hollered into the wall, leaving an imprint of lipstick on the dingy brown paint. That would be a hard stain to explain.

  “Suck it. Squawk.”

  I stood, defeated, staring at my bedroom wall. I couldn’t believe I was going to be late because I was dirty-talking with a parrot. Now, with my decision to put myself back into the dating world, how would I ever bring a man home to my apartment?

  I marched to my closet and finished getting dressed as I ignored the bird’s shit-talking.

  I had been living in my dated apartment since my divorce years ago. It wasn’t the nicest place around or even slightly nice, but it was cheap and safe. I could afford to live here while I built my business up and saved for my real dream—my own home—with no parrots. My house fund had been growing faster and faster while I was working for Victor. I only wished my job had stability enough for me to take the risk and spend all of my savings on a down payment. I was too cautious about doing that. Some months, I had only a few events to work and keep me afloat, and other months, I was banking like a baller.

  Maybe one day, I thought as I smoothed my hands over my skirt and blazer.

  I needed to remain focused on the meeting ahead. If I ever lost Victor as a client, I wouldn’t be able to get out of my apartment for at least another year. That meant another two years of listening to fuckboy and his fuckparrot, and that was not going to happen.

  “Squawk. Sookie-sookie. Squawk.”

  “You have a good day too, birdbrain!” I called as I slipped on my heels and made my way out the door.

  I set my bag on the conference table, pulling a chair out beside Lisa. She nodded at me in acknowledgment, chomping away at a plate full of food.

  “You not eating?” she asked.

  “I’m not feeling very hungry.” I fidgeted with my pen.

  The meeting would be starting in a few minutes, and the host, Victor, hadn’t arrived yet. Of course he would be late. He had to make his grand entrance and dazzle us all.

  “Really? You turning down a free meal? You at least have to try these beignets. They’re the Bakery Bar ones. Stuffed full of sin!” She pushed her plate toward me.

  “Those are the best ones, but I’m good. Thanks.” I eyeballed the exits.

  We were meeting in a large conference room in the back of the distillery. Somewhere I’d never even been before.

  “What’s the matter? You nervous about Dicktor?”

  “What?” My voice shook.

  “Goodness gracious! Are you okay? So, you think he is going to fire us all too? That’s what everyone else is chatting about. He’s never met with any of us in person, so this can’t be good.” She sighed, pushing the food around on her plate.

  “Oh. Well … yes. Of course. I’m worried we will all be fired,” I lied.

  Although the thought of us getting fired had crossed my mind, that wasn’t why I was a nervous Nellie. I didn’t know what to expect when I saw Mr. Big Ego walk through that door. It was very odd for him to all of a sudden want to meet with us. That could mean anything. I could only imagine what outlandish request he had that would require his personal involvement or what some or one of us had done to piss him off enough that he wanted to have a public chat.

  “Whatever it is, we’ll be—” Lisa stopped mid-sentence and looked over my shoulder. “Speak of the devil,” she whispered.

  Victor had entered the building, standing tall in his usual suit and tie.

  Fucking hell! The devil looks delicious, I thought as I watched him make his way to the head of the table. My eyes zoned straight in on his firm ass as he turned to take a seat.

  Of course, Sara took an empty seat to his right. There were several empty seats toward that end of the table. No one wanted to sit next to the big, bad wolf—except that ass-kisser Sara.

  “Good morning.” He smiled and made eye contact with everyone—except me. It was as if I weren’t even there.

  Bastard.

  “I know this is rather unusual for you all to meet with me instead of my assistant, Sara. Because I see some nervous faces, I want to assure you all that nothing is wrong. You are an exceptional team, and I’m very proud to have you organizing my big events. Fleur-De-Lis wouldn’t have the amazing publicity it has if it wasn’t for all of you. So, give yourself a round of applause.”

  The tension in the room evaporated, and everyone cheered.

  Typical alpha male.

  He could win people over so easily by his charm that they would forget how much of a butt nugget he was. Well, I was one stubborn gal he would not be charming with that bullshit.

  “And I want to give a special thank-you to Samantha Masson, who had
the creativity to plan my most successful event yet—Halloween night. Her hard work, her ideas, her illusions, and her talents—all of them—made the night truly unforgettable. Thank you, Samantha.” He locked his eyes on mine.

  My cheeks grew warm, and my nipples grew hard.

  Damn it, body! Don’t be fooled!

  “You’re welcome. Just doing my job.” I smiled and crossed my legs, squeezing my inner thighs together when all I really wanted to do was spread them apart. My body was becoming a traitorous bitch.

  He cleared his throat. “I’d like to see you top that for our holiday event. I’d like to see all of you top it. And that is why I wanted to meet in person. I think, together, face-to-face, we can collaborate much more easily on a party that I would like to be a little bit different.”

  My team collectively held their breath. Different for Victor Beaumont? We were entering unchartered waters.

  “Different how?” Lisa spoke up.

  “All of the usual pomp and elegance, but I want to be less micromanaging. I’d like to hear everyone’s thoughts and ideas.” He leaned into the table and clasped his hands together.

  Sara’s eyes bulged beside him.

  “I trust you all know what I like, and I think you have a good handle on things. Surprise me. Dazzle me.”

  Sara clutched her clipboard to her chest. I guessed Mr. Beaumont hadn’t had the time to consult with his number one on this matter beforehand.

  I tipped my head back. “Is this party for the usual crowd?” I asked, leaning into the table to match his demeanor. I could play business too.

  “Great question! It is for the same crowd, so it shouldn’t be too hard. You know how they are too. We can have fun and maybe get a little wild and crazy.” He glanced around the room.

  “Crazier than you coming out of a casket?” Pete asked.

  The room erupted in cautious giggles.

  “That was pretty damn dope, wasn’t it?” Victor smirked.

  His audience laughed again, agreeing. He sat up straight in his chair, animated. I noticed Sara shrinking beside him, the more excited he became.

  “Yeah, it was pretty damn dope. So, how are we supposed to top something like that at a holiday party?” Lisa tapped her fork on her empty plate.

  “I don’t know. That is what you all excel at. I am only here to tell you my thoughts and put my faith in you. So, brainstorm with that”—he checked his watch—“and Sara will circle back with Samantha next week. Thanks for your time today, and I look forward to hearing what everyone comes up with.”

  He stood to go with Sara following behind him like a lost puppy.

  The room grew loud with everyone throwing around their ideas, but I remained silent. I contemplated what Victor was scheming. This meeting had been out of character for him, and something wasn’t right.

  “Samantha.” I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Victor wants to speak with you in his office. He has a few specific ideas he needs to run by you,” Sara sneered at me through clenched teeth.

  “Oh? Okay. Well, where—”

  “Follow me.” She scurried off and down a long hallway. Her ponytail bobbed through the back of her hat, begging me to reach up and yank it.

  My heels echoed on the hardwood floor as I rushed to keep up. I could only see the back of her, but I knew she wore a smirk—much like the one her precious boss always wore on his chiseled, perfect face.

  Damn it! I still felt slippery between my legs.

  We stopped in front of a dark wooden door. I could already smell the leathery scent of Victor’s cologne from the other side. My breath became heavy.

  “Mr. Beaumont?” Sara tapped on his door. “Samantha is here to see you.” Her voice caught in her throat.

  I was afraid even to open my mouth or else mine would too.

  “Come in.”

  We both shuffled our feet inside as if we had been summoned by the Devil himself, which was plausible.

  “Thank you, Sara. Can you please shut the door behind you?” Victor rose from his chair to greet me while Sara huffed out of his office.

  Victor turned around to shut the window blinds behind his desk, sending my heart rate to damn near cardiac-arrest levels.

  “So, about these ideas I had,” he growled.

  I didn’t move from my spot by the door. My feet had quit working the moment that door shut and he reached up to close the blinds. I bit my lip while he slowly made his way toward me, reaching behind me and locking the door with a quick flick of his wrist.

  What the fuck is happening to my brain? My body? My self-control? Why am I not running away from this rat bastard?

  “This doesn’t look like a business meeting.” I narrowed my eyes as he pulled me over to his desk.

  “No? Well … huh. I don’t know why. We’re about to get down to business.” He shrugged his broad shoulders, and with one quick motion, he swiped his arm across his desk, sending papers and pens flying everywhere.

  I continued staring at him, my expression unchanged—and unimpressed.

  “You had all of your important stuff already off of the desk.” I motioned toward the picture frames, coffee cups, and pile of documents that were sitting on a ledge of a file cabinet like they had been haphazardly thrown up there in a hurry. “So, you planned this. You think you can just fuck me right here, right now, on this desk?”

  “Damn, you caught me. I always wanted to do that desk thing though. I couldn’t let breakables go flying off my desk and Sara rush in here while I was halfway in. Maybe. Just the tip?” He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. “Look, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Halloween, and I think, at least by the way you were looking at me in the meeting, you might feel the same.”

  I could still feel the heat between my legs, and my breath remained unsteady. No matter how much I tried to have a poker face, it was useless. I needed to get laid. That pervy parrot had interrupted my alone time, and I could use a release … just this once.

  “We can’t keep doing this,” I exhaled into his mouth as he leaned down to kiss me.

  “It’s just business,” he growled back.

  His arms circled my waist as he gently picked me up and laid me back onto his desk. He stood, pushing my knees apart and shoving himself in between my legs.

  “Just business,” I repeated, letting my eyes flutter into the back of my head as I kicked off my heels.

  His hands slid up my thighs and tugged at both my panties and my pantyhose. I lifted my legs in the air and rested my feet on his shoulders while he bit his lip and pulled my pantyhose off, one leg at a time. He was taking his time with me, and I didn’t want that.

  I pushed myself up and unfastened his belt. Then, I fumbled with his buttons and zippers.

  Am I doing this with him again?

  His cock leaped up and out at me, smacking me on the base of my chin.

  Why, yes. Yes, I am doing this again.

  “Sorry! Oh gosh! Sorry … about deez nuts … on your chin.” He looked at me to make sure he hadn’t offended me before he laughed and caressed my chin with the palm of his hand.

  I was mortified but too horny to care.

  “So, while you’re down there, do you want to take Big Vic into that pouty little mouth of yours? You know, give him a little taste.”

  “Hey, Big Vic! Wanna stop talking right now before my Little Sammi dries up like the Serengeti?”

  “I think the word you’re looking for is the Sahara. I only know that because I’ve been to the Serengeti—twice. I—” His cock bounced with every pompous pronunciation he made as he discussed geography.

  “Dude, do you want my vagina to shrivel up and fall off? Just stop talking. What happened to that Beaumont charisma? Lay it on me—and then lay you on me.”

  “You’ve got the perfect pink pussy, Samantha Masson.” My name dripped off his tongue. “It’s so warm and silky.” He pushed a finger inside me.

  “Mmhmm. Yes. That’s it. Tell me what you want to do t
o me.” I moaned, looking down and watching his finger trace up to my pubic bone and back down until he slipped it inside me again.

  His cock stood straight in the air, pulsing. I scooted down to the edge of the desk and wrapped my legs around him.

  “I want that slick heat of you wrapped around my dick. I want to feel those pulses squeezing around me.” He leaned over me, reaching for my lips. “Taste yourself for me. Taste how you’re sweet like honey.”

  I parted my lips as he traced my wetness over them.

  “Now, let me taste you on those lips.” He leaned down even further.

  I could feel him dripping against my inner thigh.

  “Hey, this business meeting has to be responsible. I’m not—” My breath grew heavy. I could barely speak.

  He reached behind my head and pulled a condom out of nowhere, wiggling it in front of me.

  “Where did you get that? You pulled it out of thin air.”

  “Magic.” He smiled as he ripped open the foil and rolled the rubber over his bulging cock. “Wanna see it disappear again?”

  “Sure, are you gonna—unf.”

  He shoved himself deep inside of me.

  “Magic,” he whispered as he pushed himself even further.

  My eyes widened with each time he put his full length in me, balls deep. I had known he was big, but feeling again just how big he was came as a shock. I spread my legs apart as he stretched me out. His rhythmic thumping against my cervix had me crying out in a mixture of pain—good pain—and pleasure.

  “Shh! Sara is likely listening at the door,” he whispered into my ear.

  “I can’t help it. I’m a moaner, and you feel so damn good.”

  He sped up his thrusting, slipping his palm over my mouth as I let out a long-drawn-out moan.

  “Shh!” He giggled, removing his hand and using his mouth to quiet me.

  His tongue slipped over my lips and tangled with mine. I arched my back as he slid his body up and down, rubbing against me in all the right spots.

  “I can’t last much longer. I’m—” I gasped.

  “Already?”

  “I had a bit of a head start earlier.”

  “Really?” he growled. “Tell me about it. Whisper it into my ear.”