Well Hung Over in Vegas: A Standalone Romantic Comedy

by Kimberly Fox

  I laugh to myself as I sneak out of the break room and into the hall.

  Nick’s words replay in my head as I head straight for Tyler’s office. Tyler likes me. We’re perfect for each other. He looks at me like he’s happy he finally found me.

  Those dangerous words leave me lightheaded and dizzy with a big stupid grin on my face.

  But that all fades when I think back to what’s on the line. I have to stay focused. I have to stay professional.

  Tyler and I can be friends and that’s it. No more flirting. No more sex.

  And that’s exactly what I’m going to tell him now.

  I just hope he’s not looking as hot as he was yesterday.

  19

  Dahlia

  I expect it to be awkward when I see Tyler for the first time since we’ve had sex, but surprisingly it’s not.

  “Good morning, Mrs. McMillan,” he says as I walk into his office.

  My heart jumps in my chest as it always does when I see Tyler in a new outfit. It seems impossible, but every outfit he wears makes him look hotter than the last. Today he’s wearing a light gray suit with a fitted white shirt and a bright green tie. His jacket is folded and draped over one of the chairs in front of his desk, and my eyes are thankful that it is. He looks absolutely gorgeous sitting behind his monstrous desk with his tight sleeves rolled up his thick tattooed forearms. The bottom of his pen is pressed to his lips, looking seductive as he fucks me with his eyes while I close the door.

  I immediately flash back to last night when I was lying on that very desk with my legs in the air as he slid his big cock inside me. Arousal swirls through me, settling in my now wet panties.

  Ugh. This is not the time or place to be aroused—although my body never listens. To my frustrating body, any place with Tyler is a place to be aroused.

  “Good morning,” I say, feeling shy as I look at him. I don’t want to talk about sex at work, but last night needs to be addressed. It’s better to treat it like a band-aid and rip it right off. “About last night…”

  “Last night?” he says, tilting his head as he looks at me with confused eyes. He’s not going to make this easy on me.

  “Yes. Last night,” I say with my eyebrows raised.

  “Oh,” he says, feigning like he finally understands what I’m talking about. “You mean the hot sex on the desk.”

  I narrow my eyes on him. “Did I say the sex was hot? It was mediocre at best.”

  “You did come twice,” he says, smirking at me. “So, I assumed…”

  “You know what happens when you assume,” I say, ignoring the comment about my double orgasm. “You make an ass of you and me.”

  He smirks. “Or in your case. You have me tattooed on your ass.”

  “Don’t remind me,” I say, rolling my eyes, “or we’re going to have lunch at the tattoo shop so you can get my name tattooed on your ass.”

  “I’d like something of yours on my ass, but it’s not your name,” he says, giving me that sexy smile. The frustrating one that usually makes my neck and cheeks turn red.

  “Why did you run off last night?” he asks as I sit down with butterflies in my stomach. “I’m usually the one who is running out the door after. That’s twice you’ve done that to me, and I have to say, it doesn’t feel very good.”

  “The player got played,” I say, giving him a smug, satisfied smile. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

  “The player is married and has hung up his jersey,” he answers, leaning back in his chair. “I thought you of all people would have known that, Mrs. McMillan.”

  I swallow hard as I glance over at his massive chest straining against his fitted shirt. He has a shiny green tie on that matches his beautiful eyes, making them pop even more than usual. His biceps look huge under his shirt, and for some reason, I just really want to wrap my hands around them.

  I shake my head, trying to clear it and focus on anything other than his piercing eyes or chiseled body. “I gave the business proposal to your father,” I say, staring at the plant behind him.

  “And?”

  “He said he was going to read it tonight.”

  Tyler rolls his chair in front of the plant so that he’s back in my view. “Then it looks like you have nothing left to do for the rest of the day,” he says, grinning. It’s my last week in Las Vegas and my last day in the office. I’m headed back to Summerland on the first flight out of here tomorrow morning. I still don’t know how I feel about that.

  Originally, we had planned to pretend that we’re married by choice this week until I head back home. We were going to keep up the charade from a distance until Tyler got the company, and then we would announce that we decided to split up. He would go his way, and I would go mine.

  That makes this our last day of being together in person. I should be happy and relieved, but I’m sad and dreading it. I kind of like having him around, even though he’s as frustrating as trying to open a tiny milk carton with greasy fingers.

  “I’ll have to think of something to keep you busy all afternoon,” he says, looking up as he taps his sexy lips with his pen. He looks under his desk and grins. “Do you think you can fit under here?”

  My pulse starts racing as I picture dropping to my knees under his desk and pulling out that big thick cock. That’s definitely how I would like to spend my last afternoon, but thoughts like this are definitely not helpful.

  “That’s the best you can come up with?” I ask, crossing my arms and pretending like I’m not interested.

  He smiles as he reaches down and pulls open his bottom drawer. “If you want to get kinky,” he says, pulling out the whip and ball gag, and dropping them on the desk in between us, “we can still try these out before you go.”

  “Why are those still here?” I say, shaking my head as I stare down at them. “Can you please throw them out?”

  “No way. They’re mementos from our wedding night.”

  I narrow my eyes as I glare at him. “I didn’t peg you for the sentimental type.”

  “And I didn’t peg you for someone who would run out after sex,” he says, staring back at me.

  His words linger in the air between us as we stare each other down.

  He takes a deep breath and smiles. “I like you, Dahlia.”

  I jerk my head back in surprise. “What?”

  His smile nearly makes me melt. “Why do you look so surprised? We did have sex a few hours ago.”

  “I know,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him once again.

  “Right here.”

  “I know!”

  “On this desk,” he says, grinning as he taps it.

  “Tyler,” I warn. I no longer want to talk about this.

  He leans back in his chair, looking at me with a cocky smile on his lips. “And I think you like me too.”

  I laugh. “Just because I have your name tattooed on my ass, doesn’t mean I like you. In fact, it means the opposite. This way you can kiss my ass for all eternity.”

  He stands up slowly and grins at me as he walks around his desk. I gulp as I stare at his swiveling chair, hoping I’ll be able to control myself. My heart speeds up as he sits on the desk in front of me, looking down with his impossibly bright green eyes.

  I close my eyes and start thinking of unsexy things. Used Q-Tips. Maggots. My parent’s dirty laundry. Old men eating chocolate pudding.

  Nothing seems to be working. His delicious cologne is hitting my nose and overriding my thoughts like a computer virus.

  “I’m going to miss you,” he says softly.

  I try to force my eyes to stay on the empty chair, but they’re not taking orders from me anymore. They belong to my sexy boss who’s sitting on the desk in front of me.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, staring up at him in disbelief. “I thought you said that you’re going to miss me.”

  He chuckles before hopping off the desk and kneeling in front of me so that our eyes are level. Warm shivers rip through me with his intense eyes on me
like this. “If you tell me you regret last night, I’ll never bother you again, but I want you to think very carefully before you answer.”

  I swallow hard as I squirm in my chair. Oh, no. He’s going to make me talk about my feelings.

  “I had a great time with you last night,” he says, placing his hand on mine. “I want to see you again. I want to do that again. Do you?”

  I take a deep breath before raising my chin as I answer. “Sure. We can work on business proposals together whenever you want.”

  “Sounds great,” he says with a sexy smile. Before I can react, he moves in and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. I moan as his silky tongue slides past my tingling lips and into my mouth. It feels so good that all I can think about is staying in this kiss forever.

  But unfortunately, before I’m ready to let go, he pulls away.

  He leans back and looks at my dazed face with a smile. “I thought so.”

  “You thought nothing,” I say, catching myself as he stands up and walks to the door. He clicks the lock closed and walks back over with heat in his eyes.

  “Why are you locking the door?” I ask. My brain is hoping that I’m reading his body language wrong, but my pussy is more excited than ever, getting as slick as a water slide in a rainstorm.

  “I want to continue what we started last night,” he says, loosening his tie as he sits on the desk in front of me.

  I stand up, and when I do I’m in between his legs, inches from his face. “Great,” I say with my skin tingling. “I’ll continue where we finished last night. With me walking out the door.”

  His hand darts out and grabs my wrist, holding me in place.

  “If you leave now,” he warns. “That’s it. We’ll stick to the plan, and you’ll never see my big cock again.”

  I stand my ground, glaring at him as my head fills with betraying thoughts. I want to see him again, and I definitely want to see his big cock again, but it’s too much to risk. It’s too selfish to consider.

  “But if you stay,” he whispers, slowly looking me up and down. My nipples harden as his eyes roam over my breasts. “You and my big cock can get reacquainted.”

  The ball gag is lying on the desk, just waiting to be used. If he wants to try it out, then I’m happy to oblige.

  “You talk too much,” I say, grabbing it and stuffing the ball into his mouth. His eyes are smiling with laughter as I tie it around his head and secure it in place.

  I grin as I lean back and look at him. Damn it. He still looks sexy with it on.

  “That’s much better,” I say with a smirk. “You were saying?”

  “Roo rawnt muy beag kawk,” he answers, only able to speak in vowels with the ball gag in his mouth.

  “Thank you for the compliment,” I say, nodding at him. “I agree. I am much better at business than you are.”

  His eyes are locked on mine, and the air between us is thick with tension and electricity. My mind wants to leave, but my body is on the same horny page as him. My chest is fluttering, my fingers tingling with the need to touch him, and my pussy is getting wetter by the second.

  I take a deep breath, trying to calm my excitement as I step back from him.

  His hand darts out once again and grabs my wrist. Every tiny hair on my arm stands up in response to his touch. Each strand is standing straight up and leaning toward his hand like they are all trying to get as close to him as possible.

  My eyes close, and my breathing stops as he gently pulls my hand to his cock. I let out an involuntary gasp as he presses my palm against his hard erection. It feels so big as my palm drags up and down his thick shaft. I’m not sure if it’s Tyler or me who’s moving my hand up and down his impressive length, but I don’t really care anymore. It feels too good to stop.

  He releases my wrist, but my hand doesn’t stop moving. I’m breathing heavily as I focus on his rich masculine scent and the big cock that’s getting harder and thicker with every stroke.

  Tyler unbuckles his pants and pulls them down, and before I can call him a pig or a pervert, I’m dropping to my knees and opening up wide.

  A deep moan escapes my lips when he pulls his big cock out in front of my face. Long. Hard. Gorgeous. I’ve tried to ignore it, but I’ve been thinking about his dick ever since I saw it that first morning together.

  My hands are shaking as I reach up and grab it. It feels even thicker in my hands, and my pussy clenches as I wrap my fingers around it.

  “Fraccck,” he groans, still unable to talk properly with the ball gag in his mouth.

  I laugh to myself as I lick my palm and then run my hand up and down his length with slow and steady strokes. His grip tightens on the desk until his knuckles are white and he’s breathing heavily.

  “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you,” I say before opening wide and taking him in my mouth.

  We both moan as I wrap my lips around him, tasting the delicious drop of pre-cum on my tongue. It’s salty and sweet, and I want more of it, so I get to work.

  I swirl my tongue around his shaft, as I take him in deeper, sucking his cock with an eagerness that surprises me. His strong hands sink into my hair and guide my head up and down his length. I’m forced to open wider the deeper he goes, but I’m loving every second of this.

  I didn’t realize how much I’ve been wanting this until now, and I’m still not sure what it all means.

  I’m in heaven as I reach up under his shirt and feel his warm hard abs under my fingertips. His moans and groans are coming out deeper and stronger as I coat every inch of him with my tongue.

  His hands find my breasts and begin unbuttoning my shirt as my nipples become painfully hard behind my bra.

  It’s only when he frees my breasts that I snap out of my trance and remember where we are. I whip my head around to the door and take a breath of relief when I see the lock firmly in place. We’re at work. Mack McMillan is down the hall.

  There are people all around us, and I have Tyler’s dick in my mouth. Have I lost my mind?

  I shake my head, trying to clear the dangerously dirty thoughts that have taken it over, and lean back. His hands fall away from my breasts, and he looks down at me in shock, looking ridiculous with the ball gag still in his mouth.

  “Tyler this is crazy,” I say as I tuck my breasts back into my bra, and quickly start buttoning up my shirt. “We’re at work!”

  He shakes his head as he wraps his hand around my arm and pulls me into him. He’s so strong, pulling me easily—not that I’m fighting to pull away or anything.

  My hand falls back onto his cock and I start stroking it as we’re eye-to-eye. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, leaning into him. I want to be strong. I want to back away and go hide in my office, but I can’t stop touching his dick. I can’t stop wanting it inside of me.

  He moans softly as he reaches down and slides his hand up under my skirt. I swallow hard as his fingers graze over my aching pussy, and it’s then that I realize I’m not going anywhere until I get fucked.

  He peels my wet underwear to the side and glides his fingers through my soaking wet folds, making my legs tremble. My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out as he slides a finger inside my hole while pressing the heel of his palm against my throbbing clit.

  “Fuck, Tyler,” I whisper as I dig my fingernails into his muscular arm. “This is a bad idea.”

  But everything about it feels so good as he adds a second finger inside of me, making me moan.

  I place a hand on his hard chest and try to push away but he’s not letting me go. His fingers are rooted deep inside of me, and they’re not going anywhere.

  “We should stop,” I moan, hoping more than anything that he doesn’t stop. This feels too fucking good.

  My body trembles with each curl of his fingers, and it melts with every press of his palm against my clit. It doesn’t take long until my body is leaning on his as my focus switches entirely to his fingers inside me.

  His hot breath tickles my neck as I
struggle to stand up on shaky legs. I grind my hips to the rhythm of his fingers until I’m riding his hand with his deep skillful strokes pushing me closer to orgasm.

  I open my mouth to tell him to stop but I can’t talk. I can’t breathe. I can’t focus on anything but his hand.

  I close my eyes, feeling an orgasm coming, feeling it burning through me. I grip his forearm, digging my fingernails into his tattooed skin as I wait for the release.

  But it never comes.

  Tyler slides his hand out from between my legs, leaving my pussy burning.

  “Wha—” I whine, looking up at him in confusion.

  His eyes are smiling as he stands up and takes my wrist. He brings me to the other side of his desk and points to it. “Brend rover,” he says, gripping his cock.

  I immediately do as he says, hiking my skirt up to my waist as I bend over the desk, anxiously waiting for him to slide inside me.

  My cheek is pressed against the cold wood as I thrust my ass in the air, desperately waiting for him.

  He drags the tip of his cock through my folds and I let out a deep moan as warm shivers rip through me. “Stick it in,” I beg. “Please.”

  He chuckles as he reaches past me and grabs the whip. I gasp as he lightly touches it to the bare skin of my ass, making me even wetter.

  My heart is pounding, my mouth wet with anticipation as he brings the whip back and gently smacks it against my ass. I let out a small whimper as I feel the light sting, which only heightens my want. It only amplifies my need.

  “Roo rwont it huardar?” he asks, tickling my skin with the leather tassels.

  I nod as I close my eyes. I’m breathless. Completely consumed in the moment.

  He smacks me harder, and I let out a loud whimper.

  This is crazy. I’m at work.

  I don’t do these things. I don’t play these games.

  Tyler whips me a few more times until my ass is stinging but for some unknown reason, it just makes me wetter.

  “Fuck me, Tyler,” I beg, thrusting my ass up for him. I want him to take me. I need him to fuck me.