UpAndComing (2 page)

Easing his hand from her cunt, he stood to get better access
as he trailed his fingers up to her puckered hole.

She tilted her ass up to him.

“Be still. Be a good girl for me. Don’t make me have to
punish you here.” He wanted to punish her. Donahue’s chat had gotten under his
skin. He needed to take out his aggression, but getting the screams he wanted
to hear would be best saved for later.

Callie groaned as he finger-fucked her ass. With his free
hand he undid his pants, springing free his cock. He ripped open the condom
wrapper with his teeth and sheathed himself one-handed.

Moaning deep, Callie tensed as he continued to thrust deep.

“Don’t you dare come.” Her orgasms were his to control.

Callie wiggled her bottom as he positioned the head of his
cock at the entrance of her pussy.

Light entered the room. The slice of light widened. Phillip
jerked his head around to the opening bathroom door. His heart stopped.
Anna
Beth.

Anna Beth Donahue took a tentative step forward into the
office, giving her a front-row-seat view of his fingers buried in Callie’s ass
and his hard cock.
Busted.
Career over.

But Anna Beth didn’t leave, didn’t scream. Hell, she didn’t
even look surprised or upset. As their eyes locked she brought up a single
finger to her puckered lips, shushing him, keeping him quiet. She gave a quick
nod toward Callie. Anna Beth, Donahue’s prim-and-proper youngest daughter,
wanted to watch.
Fuck yeah!

The blood that had a moment before flooded his cheeks in
embarrassment surged southward straight to his shaft, turning it to steel. Eyes
on Anna Beth, Phillip rubbed the head of his cock against Callie’s wet cunt. He
pushed forward in one fast motion. Callie cried out and he proceeded to fuck
her hard.

Anna Beth’s eyes went wide, her tongue sneaking out to lick
her lips as she looked on, unblinking.

Phillip pounded into Callie, finger-fucking her ass with an
equal intensity. Objects on the desk rattled, pencils and pens thrown to the
floor. Callie’s body tensed. He slipped his fingers out of her ass and grabbed
her hips with both hands, powering deep inside her.

Anna Beth’s mouth curved into a wicked grin. Her gaze rose
back to meet Phillip’s, briefly.

“Come,” he growled to Callie, wishing he could make Anna
Beth do the same.

Callie’s cunt milked his cock as she moaned with her
release.

Anna Beth bit down on her bottom lip. Her hand holding her
breast, she squeezed her hardened nipple. Tight. Watching Callie ride the waves
of orgasm, Anna Beth’s mouth fell open.

The sight of Anna Beth aroused and most assuredly wet sent
Phillip right over the edge. He shut his eyes as his balls tightened and his
cock pulsated hard, jetting out cum in strong, rhythmic pulsations.

The waves dissipated and Phillip turned, only to see his
office door shut. Anna Beth had gone.
Fuck!

Busted. By the boss’s daughter.
Anna Beth had obviously
enjoyed the show, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tattle on him for what she
had witnessed. The stress he had released crashed back into him twofold.

The fact he had fucked Callie across his office desk was
undeniable. The pressing question was, had he fucked himself right out of a
job?

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 now 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.