Fall into Her (Fall into Him Book Two)

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Fall
into Her

 

Book
Two of the Fall Series

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evelyn
Harper

 

 

 

Copyright © 2013

All
rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or
transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or
other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of
the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical
reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Copyright © 2013

All characters appearing in this
work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.

Warning: This work contains
scenes of graphic sexual nature and it is written for adults only(18+). All
characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age.

Table of Contents

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

 

Twenty-seven year-old Jennifer Brooks was still shaking as she left the
records room where she and her boss, handsome CEO Philip Haas, had just had a
mid-day tryst. Part of her physical response was from the chill of the air
conditioning and some was even from the after effects of intense sex, but most
of it was due to the abrupt and cold manner with which she'd just been
dismissed. She stumbled as she crossed the office to reach her boss's private
bathroom, barely catching herself before she tumbled to the floor. Having sex
with Philip always left her a little weak-kneed, and this time was no
exception.

 

As she opened the door to the bathroom, her eyes fell to her wrists.
Heat creeped up into her cheeks at the sight of the reddened flesh where Philip's
tie had bound her. Her stomach clenched at the memory of how he'd tied her
hands above her head, leaving her vulnerable and completely at his mercy. He
made her feel things physically that she hadn't known she could feel.

 

Once inside the bathroom, she tried to push all of the chaos out of her
mind and focus on making herself presentable. She still had a job to do. She
may have been fucking the boss, but she was actually qualified and good at what
she'd been hired to do. She fully intended to leave no doubt that, sex or no
sex, she deserved to be in this position.

 

She leaned over the sink and splashed cold water on her face, avoiding
looking in the mirror for the time being. She knew her dark hair would be a
mess from her thrashing about and her clothes were rumpled and, in a few cases,
wet. She began to clean up, using the time to slow her pounding heart and
regain her composure.

 

When she believed she was more or less ready, Jennifer finally looked
in the mirror. “Oh god,” she sighed to herself as she winced at her reflection.
Her hair still had that 'just fucked' look—wet and sticking to her forehead.
She quickly gathered all of her hair, twisted it up behind her head, and used
the pencils she'd taken into the records room with her to hold the wayward
locks in place. Her newly made bun made her look professional again. She smiled
to herself in the mirror to make sure her expression didn’t seem drained.

 

After fixing her hair, Jennifer went about fixing her
blouse—straightening out all the fresh wrinkles and tucking it back into her
skirt neatly. With one final smoothing down of her skirt, Jennifer took a deep
breath and walked back out into Philip's office, fully expecting the handsome
CEO to be waiting with some task for her to accomplish, sexual or otherwise. Or
maybe, he would just ask her to flat out leave the office. Was he just talking
about the records room or in general?

 

It was hard to tell which he'd be asking for. He definitely believed in
mixing business with pleasure. She frowned as she saw the office was empty.
Maybe he was still in the records room. She took a few steps towards the door,
then paused. He'd told her to get out, but he hadn't really been clear as to
what the command meant. Did he want her to leave while he sorted out the mysterious
phone call he'd received and then come back for further instructions, or had he
meant for her to not return?

 

After a brief internal debate, Jennifer summoned up her courage and
walked the rest of the way to the records room door. She grabbed the doorknob,
hesitated, then knocked. “Philip?” Her voice sounded loud in her own ears. When
he didn't answer, she knocked again, and then opened the door.

 

The room was empty.

 

Concern replaced confusion rather quickly. While he wasn't exactly an
open book, this behavior was weird, even for Philip. When she'd originally
thought he was being cold to her earlier that day, the heat between them in the
records room had proven that it had all been building anticipation. She wasn't
sure what this was all about.

 

One minute, things had been great. They'd both just had an orgasm
together hard enough to see stars and she was pretty sure they'd been well on
their way to more when Philip's phone had interrupted them. For a brief moment,
she'd wondered if he was going to keep at it while he was on the phone. She'd
been surprised when the idea had excited her, but the moment he'd seen who was
calling, everything changed.

 

Something like a mask had slipped over Philip's face and his expression
had hardened. She'd known the fun was over when he'd pulled one of the knots
free and uncaringly left her to untie her other wrist on her own. She'd
practically been able to feel the tension radiating off of him when he'd
answered, but nothing he'd said had given any indication as to who he was
speaking with. In the short time she'd known him, she'd seen and heard him deal
with everyone from the lowest paid employees to politicians with enough clout
to make her nervous. The fact that one phone call from someone had been enough
to essentially shut him down worried her. Who could have that kind of sway over
Philip Haas, powerful CEO and influential member of society? Thousands of ideas
ran through her mind, one after the other, but none seemed more likely than the
next.

 

She had to know if he was all right, if things between them were all
right. Hoping the expression on her face was thoroughly professional, Jennifer
stepped out of Philip's office and approached his secretary's desk. Emma looked
up, the expression on her face saying that she knew exactly what Philip and
Jennifer had been up to and that it wasn't anything that surprised her.
Jennifer refused to let herself be embarrassed. It wasn't like she'd seduced
Philip or anything. He always initiated. “Hi Emma, do you know where Mr. Haas went?”

 

Emma kept her eyes on her computer screen as she answered busily typing
away. “Mr. Haas left about ten minutes ago. He seemed to be in a hurry.”

 

“Did he say where he was going?” Jennifer knew her question bordered on
the line between professional and personal and she hurried to add, “I need to
know for his schedule.”

 

“He did not.” Emma looked up. “He merely said that something urgent had
come up and that he would be leaving for the day.”

 

“For the day?” Jennifer couldn't keep the surprise from her voice.

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

The secretary's gaze flickered over Jennifer and she was suddenly sure
that those dark eyes could see the marks Philip's mouth had left on her breasts
and how her panties were still soaked clean through. Jennifer could barely
managed to keep from squirming. “Thank you.” Jennifer kept her voice polite as
she hurried back to her own small desk in the corner of Philip's office.

 

Jennifer sat down at her desk, questions racing through her mind. Had
the phone call just been an excuse to tell her to leave? For all she knew, he'd
told Emma to call at a certain time, knowing that he'd want a reason to kick
her out. But then why had he rushed out of the office? If it was something
important, why hadn't he just said something? It wasn't like he'd still been on
the phone when she'd finished untying herself. He could have just apologized
and told her that he had to leave.

 

It was then that his previous words floated back into her mind.
“Whatever
happens to you today will be up to me... I can do whatever I want to you... I
can strip you naked and leave you here for the rest of the afternoon. I could
fuck you and let my secretary find you; see cum dripping from your pussy. I
could come in every hour and make a new deposit, then leave you for the cleaning
crew to find tonight... The question is, do you trust me not to do any of those
things?”

 

When he'd first said them, he'd been tying her to his filing cabinet
and she'd been unbelievably turned on. The idea that he had complete control
over her had been heady, knowing that every ounce of pleasure she would
experience would be because he wanted her to and not through any action on her
part. She'd never considered that, maybe, those words had been meant in a
different way. Could Philip have actually been trying to be mean? Had it been
about his own pleasure and not hers?

 

Jennifer shook her head. She didn't want to think that. Philip wasn't
like that. He liked domination and control, but he wasn't cruel. She knew
cruel, and he wasn't it. She refused to let herself think along those lines any
further. Philip was a good man. Something just probably came up and threw him
off. He'd explain tomorrow. She tried not to listen to the part of her that
said this was just wishful thinking.

 

She looked at the clock on her computer monitor. Technically, she still
had a couple of hours left of her shift, but she didn't have anything to do.
She'd finished all of the projects Philip had given her at the beginning of the
day and he hadn't left a list of what to do next. She could ask Emma, she
supposed, but the secretary intimidated her. Jennifer had the distinct
impression that Emma didn't entirely approve of her. Besides, even if she did
find something to fill the remaining time until she was supposed to leave, she
wasn't sure if she could concentrate.

“Fuck it,” Jennifer muttered. “If he has a problem with me leaving early then
he should've told me what I was supposed to do after he left.”

 

She gathered her things and stood. Now she just had to decide if she
wanted to use Philip's private elevator or if she was going to be brave and
just walk out past Emma. The elevator appealed to her since she wouldn't be
seen, making her escape feel less like a walk of shame, but, that implied that
she had something to be ashamed about. It was also sneaky. If Philip did happen
to return and came into the office expecting her to be there, it would be so
much worse if it looked like she'd snuck out. If she just sucked it up and
walked out the front door, she could tell Emma that she was going home and make
it sound like she had permission.

 

“Don't be a pussy,” Jennifer said it out loud as she lifted her chin
and squared her shoulders. “Own it.”

 

She maintained her confident bravado as she left the office and walked
past Emma with a nod and a smile. She forced herself not to look back over her
shoulder and kept going until she reached the lobby and stepped outside. The
day was still lovely, but she couldn't bring herself to enjoy it as she hailed
a cab. Once she gave her address, she let her thoughts return to the issue at
hand.

 

This entire situation was completely throwing her. She felt like a
rubber ball, getting whacked back and forth between Philip's duel
personalities. On one hand, he was passionate and the sex was mind-blowing.
Snapshots from their previous encounter flashed through her mind.

 

His lips sucked at her breast, bringing blood to the surface and
marking her as unmistakably his.

 

He kissed her pussy like he kissed her mouth, tongue exploring every
crevice until she shattered into a million pieces.

 

A hard look filled his eyes as he pounded into her, determined to
make her scream.

 

All of that was good – all right, more than good – but then there was
the other Philip, the one who could turn on a dime and leave her wanting in a not-so-good
kind of way. The Philip who could switch from hot to cold with just one phone
call. If this had been the only time this had happened, Jennifer felt as she if
could have just written it off as a fluke, but he'd been playing this game the
entire time she'd known him.

 

Maybe, she thought, that was the problem. Maybe she didn't know him as
well as she thought she did. After all, just how much personal information
about him did she have? He didn't share much of anything about himself outside
of how to run the business or the type of sex he liked. And, if she were to be
completely honest, both of those were limited to what he was willing to share.
While he did answer most of her questions about work, he did still pick and
choose what he wanted to tell her. As for his personal life, she'd been tempted
to snoop around and check him out online, but had decided against it. Somehow,
she thought he wouldn't like that very much. She had hoped, however, that as
their relationship progressed, he'd open up and talk more about his family and
his upbringing. Instead, it almost seemed like he was closing down more. This
afternoon had been a perfect example of that.

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