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  Chapter Two

  The following Monday, Phillip walked into the office even earlier than his normal seven a.m. arrival, ready to find out for sure if Anna Beth had tattled or not. He arrived as Security unlocked the building.

  After leaving the party Friday night without being reprimanded, he had dropped Callie off at her house, never telling her they had had an audience. No phone calls or emails had been received. So far, so good. The final test would be the partner meeting held every Monday morning.

  Donahue always led the meeting and Phillip was certain that if Donahue knew what had happened, it would be written on his face.

  Briefcase in hand, he waited for the elevator. The doors opened. He got in along with a couple of college kids who worked in the mail room. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves as the doors moved to close.

  “Wait!” a feminine voice called out.

  To Phillip’s annoyance, one of the boys hit the Open Door button. His patience was even thinner than usual.

  Anna Beth waltzed in, locking eyes with Phillip. “Thanks,” she told the kid as a smile curled her lips. Instead of turning to face the front of the elevator like a normal person, she stood facing Phillip. He did his best to maintain a cool façade even though he felt his cheeks heating.

  He stayed silent. The elevator began its ascension.

  “You always get here so early?” she asked all Southern-belle style.

  “No,” he revealed, unsure why.

  “Why so early today?” she said in a mocking tone, toying with him.

  “Anxious, I suppose.”

  “And why is that?” She inched closer to him, drawing wide-eyed glances from the college boys. Playing games with him, she had no idea who she was messing with. Well, perhaps she had an idea. Her cockiness, however, gave him a clue about her as well. She hadn’t told Daddy Donahue a thing. At least not yet.

  Phillip’s tension eased. “You didn’t run and tell.” Not a question. His voice low and serious.

  The elevator opened and the boys exited slowly, stealing another glance at Anna Beth. The doors closed them in the small space. Alone.

  “Did you?” Triumph mixed with a growing curiosity, wandering what she was up to.

  “No.” She reached out to Phillip, smoothing his silk tie. He stiffened and so did his cock. “I’m not the tattletale type.”

  “Oh really?” He couldn’t help but grin at her unexpected sassiness. “What type are you, Anna Beth?” He gave her breasts a nice long heated look before moving closer to her, making her raise her chin to see meet his stare.

  Deep-blue eyes gazed up at him through long lashes. Her cheeks flushed as she swallowed, the sound of it loud inside the enclosed space.

  He dropped his briefcase to the floor. She jumped. “Nervous?”

  A coy smile curled her lips. Grabbing the lapels of his suit, she pulled his mouth down to hers. Her mouth luscious, minty and…eager.

  She slipped a hand down to his crotch, shocking the shit out of him. Her hand grasped his cock, turning it rock-hard instantaneously. He groaned, despite himself.

  Mouths locked, he swiveled them both, pinning her back against the wall, his hands at either side of her head. The kiss grew urgent. He pressed his lower body against her, grinding his throbbing cock in her hand.

  She took her hand away. Taking a deep breath, he pushed back from her. He looked down as her hands fumbled, unbuckling his belt.

  “You know what they say about being careful what you ask for?” He growled low and deep.

  A ripple of laughter shook her slender frame as her soft hand took hold of his bare cock. “Fuck me!” Her words, a hot desperate whisper against his neck, made his body throb.

  He groaned as Anna Beth began to stroke the throbbing erection in her hands.

  “Fuck!” He wanted to push her away. He wanted her even closer. He wanted… Goddamn him. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her and he wanted it…right the fuck now.

  He broke the contact with Anna Beth, turning to hit the elevator stop button, sounding the alarm.

  “Not here,” she protested. “In your office.”

  “You want to get fucked? Let’s go, princess.” In one swift move he untucked her shirt and shoved up her bra to capture her firm heavy breast in his palm. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Wait! Fuck!” she cried out. She tried to push his hand away.

  He twisted, tugging. Her face screwed into an angry scowl. Emotions battled on her face.

  He couldn’t help it—he chuckled. “Now or never.” Although her eyes glared daggers at him she stilled under him.

  He released her nipple, jerked up her skirt and slipped his hand between her legs. His sex kicked hard as he came in contact with her bare wet cunt.

  Her breath shuddered as his finger grazed over hardened clit. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him even closer. He drove two fingers into her juicy pussy, circling his thumb over her clit.

  She quivered, letting out a loud moan. Her hands slid down to grip his biceps for support, her head falling back against the wall.

  Clasping three fingers together, he pushed inside her once more. “Just want to get fucked, huh?”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible. She widened her stance for him.

  He shoved in deep. Her breath hitched.

  “Didn’t even care who fucked you, did you?” he teased in a serious tone. She tensed in his tight hold. Her breath quickened. He chuckled deeply, taunting her. “What a little whore you are, Anna Beth Donahue.”

  She let out a high-pitched gasp. Her body jerked. “No, Mr. Matthews. I want you. I was waiting for you.” Fast breaths blew hot against his neck.

  “Think you can just use me to get off?” He would use her too. Equal exchange, but then he wouldn’t let her in on that detail. “That’s not gonna work for me, princess.”

  He stilled and backed off enough to look down at her heavy-lidded eyes.

  She whimpered in protest. Her body shivered.

  All good sense had gone out the window. “Turn around. Hands against the wall.” He pulled down his pants, releasing his aching hard cock and sheathed himself in a condom.

  “Oh God.” Her voice a provocative purr. She threw up the bottom of her dress, giving him full view of her round bare ass and her juicy pussy. “Fuck me, please.”

  The head of his cock instinctively found her entrance. He should have made her beg for it but there wasn’t time. He eased the tip into her tight pussy. Groaning loudly, she vibrated, taking every hard fucking inch as he screwed into her cunt until he was balls-deep.

  “Goddamn!” she gasped. “You’re so fucking hard.”

  Definitely not news to him. Air hissed from between his clenched teeth. His hips lifted, pulling his cock from inside her only to drive deeper, slamming into her, his balls already tight and on the verge of release. Lucky for him, the circumstances called for a quickie. He reached around her and pinched her clit between his finger and thumb, rolling it. With his free hand he took hold of her ponytail. Twisted it around his hand, holding it as he rode her.

  Her breaths shortened, punctuated by feminine groans. He powered into her tight cunt. Her muscles tensed. She was getting close. He tightened the hold on her hair, thrusting into her. Smacking wetness sounded as their bodies met with each deep thrust and the smell of her arousal drifted in the air.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Anna Beth cried out, her voice shrill and needy.

  “Come!” he commanded.

  A deep guttural moan vibrated through her body. Her pussy cinched tight around his rock-hard cock.

  Thrusting deep, he exploded violently, filling her with his cum.

  He eased back from her, pulling out. Neither of them said a word, deep heavy breathing communicating their mutual satisfaction. The smell of sex surrounded them. He turned and released the emergency stop, sending the elevator back toward its destination. Wasting no time, he put away his cock, still wearing the no
w very full condom.

  She jerked down her skirt and tucked in her shirt.

  A quick zip up and he fastened his belt. The light for the twenty-seventh floor illuminated.

  “My place. Eight o’clock tonight,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  “Excuse me?” she snapped.

  “I gave you what you wanted, now you will give me what I want. Tit for tat, princess.” He winked.

  “What do you want?”

  More. He gave her a sinister smile as he bent over to pick up his briefcase. “Don’t be late,” he added, turning away from her.

  The doors opened. Bringing his fingers to his nose, he took the a deep whiff of what he would be enjoying today as he strolled to his office, trying to subdue the shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

  * * * * *

  Donahue walked into the conference room, taking his usual seat at the head of the table. The partners gathering around quieted down. Chairs rolled back in unison as the men stood unexpectedly. Following suit, Phillip rose to see the reason for their chivalry. Anna Beth strolled across the room. Questioning glances were quickly exchanged between the partners as she took a seat next to Donahue. By now everyone knew who she was, but by their puzzled expressions, no one seemed aware what she was doing there.

  Phillip hadn’t bothered to ask her why she was at the office earlier, but then they hadn’t done much talking. He grinned to himself, still basking in the euphoria of their tryst in the elevator only a mere hour ago. His cock twitched, eager for more.

  The boss’s fucking daughter. He had lost his ever-lovin’ mind.

  Anna Beth sat straight in her chair, eyes on her father as he spoke. Her dark hair once again secured perfectly in place in a too-tight ponytail. The black-rimmed glasses she wore with her tailored black suit, surprisingly wrinkle-free, made her look like a librarian. A fucking hot librarian, but still a far cry from the insatiable nympho he now knew her to be. Role-playing with her could prove quite entertaining. Cheerleader. Nurse.

  Prying his gaze from her, he adjusted himself to give his growing erection the much-needed room to stretch out. Trying to pay attention, he listened to Donahue give the updated business report, fighting to keep his eyes from trailing back to her. His mind betrayed him, conjuring repeated images of Anna Beth’s bare ass as he had rammed deep into her, making her cry out. He couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing glares his way. He cleared his throat, feigning a cough.

  Drawn to her, he glanced again to Anna Beth. She twirled a pencil between her fingers, looking distracted and deep in thought. She adjusted her glasses and a flash of light from her ring caught his attention. She was engaged now. He had completely forgotten. That just made the events of the morning even more curious. Anna Beth’s expression was void, no hint of the happiness one would expect from the new bride-to-be of a billionaire.

  The meeting progressed from money matters to a recap of ongoing business, sticking to the usual routine until time for Donahue to assign the new cases.

  “Pelican Industries is entertaining yet another merger deal,” Donahue stated, turning to Phillip. “Ernest has requested that you represent him.”

  “Yes sir,” Phillip replied as he looked to Anna Beth, knowing her fiancé was none other than Ernest Pelican’s youngest son. She wouldn’t look his way.

  “Anna Beth, you will assist Mr. Matthews,” Donahue stated.

  She looked up at Donahue with wide eyes. When he didn’t acknowledge her gaze, she looked to Phillip, the corner of her mouth curled up in a sly grin.

  “Use her. Might just be the key to finally closing the deal,” Donahue added, having no idea Phillip had every intention of using Anna Beth in an assortment of nasty ways.

  “I’ll put her to work.” Sucking my dick. He threw her a smirk and watched her gaze lower to her hands, cheeks flushing.

  “As you all know, Anna Beth is nearing graduation from Harvard Law. I am so very pleased to inform you that she will be joining us here at the firm.” Donahue spoke of her as if she wasn’t there.

  Soft clapping echoed through the room. Donahue ended the meeting, telling them all to go make some money. Anna Beth gave a polite, courteous smile to the partners as they congratulated her.

  Phillip approached her. He put his hand under his nose, giving it an exaggerated sniff. Filing out of the room, Phillip’s colleagues were too busy sucking up to the boss to notice Anna Beth’s cheeks were crimson. She bit down on her bottom lip, looking at the floor.

  “Look at me,” he commanded in a deep tone.

  Deep-blue eyes rose tentatively to meet his.

  “My assistant will get the Pelican files for you to review. You sit in here. I’ll set up a meeting tomorrow. That should give you time to get up to speed.”

  “You always so bossy?” she asked.

  “What do you think?” he growled.

  “I guess you better go so I can get to work.” She waved her hand to dismiss him then pulled out a chair.

  “We will be having a chat later,” he assured her.

  “So looking forward to it, Mr. Matthews,” she drawled out sarcastically.

  Phillip cursed to himself, leaving her. He would have the chance to question her later. There were too many eyes and ears around now. The elevator ride had been risky. She was going to be working for him and soon, with him, so they had to be discreet or he would be out of a job and possibly a career. The growing erection in his trousers, however, didn’t seem to grasp that concept.

  He should probably do something, but the options were limited. Refusing to work with her? Not an option. Not fucking her? So not an option.

  Chapter Three

  He arrived home in time to get a quick shower and set up the playroom.

  Eight o’clock on the dot he poured himself two fingers of scotch. At ten after Phillip began to think she had chickened out. Maybe Anna Beth couldn’t hang after all. The ring of the doorbell brought a smile to his face for two reasons. First because she had shown up and second because she was late, meaning he had to punish her.

  He opened the door. On his front porch, Anna Beth stood in a knee-length black leather coat. Her hair no longer in her usual ponytail, instead it hung straight down to her mid-back. Her makeup was kicked up a notch as well with black eyeliner and cherry-red lips. Petite feet with matching cherry-red polish, sexy as hell in high black stilettos.

  “I’m late,” she stated with a wicked smile and walked past him into the foyer, not waiting for an invitation.

  “Can I get you a drink?”

  “Yes, please.” She turned to him. “Wine?”

  “Red or white?”

  “You pick.”

  He liked that.

  She strolled behind him into the den. “Nice house. You have good taste.”

  “Thanks, but I’m sure it pales in comparison to your estate.” He picked out a California merlot.

  “Hmph.” She wrinkled her nose. “My parents’ place. Yes, it is rather…ostentatious.”

  He popped the cork. “I’m not much of a wine aficionado, but I like this one.”

  “Thanks.” Her petite hand slid around the glass as she took it from him.

  “So, you’ve decided to join the firm?” he asked.

  She winced.

  “Must admit, I’m a bit surprised.” He sat across from her.

  “Why is that?” she chuckled, taking a seat on the couch.

  “Harvard Law? And offers from some of the big boys out East?”

  A slight shrug of the shoulders was all the acknowledgement she gave. It was enough. “Sorry you got stuck with me.”

  “Are you?” he asked, arching a brow.

  “Well, I’m sure babysitting the boss’s daughter isn’t exactly your cup of tea.” Narrowing her gaze, she took a slow sip.

  “Did you know?”

  “Did I know what?”

  “Before the…elevator ride this morning.”

  “It was a good ride,” she added.

  “Did you know we wou
ld be working together?” he continued, ignoring her comment.

  “No, not ‘til he announced it. Not like my opinion would have mattered anyway.” Her expression solidified what Phillip had suspected. Donahue didn’t give a damn about what Anna Beth wanted.

  “So why would my job choice surprise you? I mean you don’t even know me.”

  “True, but I’m usually good at reading people. However, with you…epic fail.”

  “Epic?”

  “Afraid so. I admit on first sight I would have thought joining Daddy’s little firm would be right up your alley, but now…”

  “Now, what?” Her brow crinkled.

  “That I have seen the real you.”

  She laughed. “The real me?”

  “Yes.” He smiled.

  “What’s real and what’s not is all merely a matter of perspective, wouldn’t you say?” Her tone was low and sultry.

  “Absolutely. Totally agree, but, Miss Donahue, you’re a walking…contradiction.”

  “Contradiction? This conversation is getting a bit deep.”

  “Deep isn’t all bad, now is it?” he teased.

  “Very true.” She gave him a seductive smile. “All right, you piqued my curiosity. Let’s hear your theory.” She crossed her arms.

  “Of course it’s just my…perspective. You follow the rules, been Daddy’s baby girl, done what was expected with a smile on your face.”

  She gave a little nod, looking a bit annoyed.

  “For the most part anyway,” he added, watching her expression narrow.

  “The most part? Ha.”

  “Well, I highly doubt your choice of professions pleased Daddy.”

  She huffed.

  “That’s what I suspected. Your father would have preferred you major in philosophy or history or something equally useless like interior design.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Not very decorative, I’m afraid.”

  “Oh, that’s where you are wrong.” He took a slow sip.

  Her gaze met his.

  “As much as it pains me to admit, you, Miss Donahue, are stunning.”

  “Flattery doesn’t suit you, Mr. Matthews.”