Free Wanted By The Billionaire Wolf (Heroes of Shifter Creek 4) by Clara Moore

He said emphatically, his eyes darting momentarily to my nipples. He bit his lip, and I imagined those teeth tugging at my breasts. Squirming in my seat, I tried to focus on the victory I’d just won- he was going to be there tomorrow night. And free champagne, a very short dress, and the knowledge that he was going to be thinking of me all night long would be enough to push this into something real. I knew I was getting fixated on this idea- maybe a little too fixated- but every time I caught Patrick’s eye, I felt a flood of feeling down below, as if something was telling me that I needed to fuck his brains out.
    “That’s wonderful. I look forward to seeing you there.” I flashed him a smile, and closed the folder, slowly placing it back in it’s spot so that he caught another tantalising glimpse of my now-damp pussy. “I guess I’ll see you then?”
    He nodded, swallowing, then stood up. “Yeah, I’ll see you then, Kelly.” Turning, he stepped out of the office and made his way back to his desk. Crossing my legs I felt my bare flesh rub up against the inside of my skirt, and fought the urge to slide my hand between my legs again. No, better to save that all for tomorrow night. I had a point to prove, a man to fuck, and a cheating ex to get back at. It was on.
    I spent hours getting ready for the party the next day. After all, it had been a long time since I’d had the excuse to dress up, as garage workers didn’t tend to get invited to many swanky industry events. Harry had also announced his intentions to come along tonight, and I wondered if he would acknowledge what had happened between us in that office. Part of me hoped he would, and part of me hoped he didn’t- I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the incident, past the fact that it had been super-hot but he’d also been kind of a dick. I wanted to focus on Patrick tonight.
    I curled my hair so that it fell in long, smooth waves down my neck, and picked out my favourite dress- a clingy halter-neck that falls just above the knee, and practically requires no panties in order to avoid VPL. I slicked on a layer of deep red lacquer so that my lips shimmered when they caught the light, and made sure my eye make-up was dark and dramatic. I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to be the hottest, sexiest, most fuckable woman in the room. And then I wanted to get it all completely messed up by the screw of a lifetime.
    I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wondering if Patrick was thinking the same thing- I had been so certain back in my office, but what if I had imagined it? As I stepped through the door and into the reclaimed warehouse space we were using for the launch, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and focused on the event at hand. I had a book to sell.
    Making sure my lipstick was perfect and I didn’t have any food in my teeth, I wound my way through the decent-sized crowd to find Grace. She was standing there, looking a little awkward in high heels, trying to make conversation with all the industry pros I’d invited to the party. She had always said to me that she was an author first, and her ability to do anything else came second-including her adeptness at schmoozing the people who could publicize her work. I placed my hand on her arm, and she planted a kiss on my cheek.
    “Kelly! I’m so glad you’re here,” she grinned, her eyes a little panicked. I could see why- Dominic Houlson and Ian Rowland were the ones pinning her to the bar with their conversation, and they were two of the harshest critics in the land. The last thing she wanted was to fail to endear herself to them.
    “Lovely to see you, Grace, congratulations on the launch. How are you enjoying the party?” I replied smoothly, nodding my greeting at the two critics next to her.
    “Oh, it’s great. Could do with some more of this complimentary champagne, though,” she answered, tossing back the last of what was in her glass and looking around for a