Chapter Two

 

Devlin

I had officially become that fucking guy, the asshole attorney who hid in his office to avoid interacting with people unless I had to. It was fucked up that a mere six months before I’d been an affable guy who got along well with nearly everyone who worked for me. I could pinpoint to the fucking minute when the change had taken place because it happened when the smoky-voiced, five-foot-four, green-eyed, curvy blonde with a penchant for silk stockings and high heels set her shit down on the desk outside my office.

I wanted the secretary I’d had for ten years back. Badly. Betsy was forty-nine with a husband named Gus and two rambunctious teenagers that she doted on. Everything was fucking perfect—and then Gus got a transfer from New York to Philadelphia and ruined my life. Somehow, between when he got the transfer and when Betsy left, she decided to fuck me over, too. That’s how I wound up stuck with Anya, who just happened to be Betsy’s niece.

I could still remember the way Betsy beamed when she told me she had the one—a replacement so good I wouldn’t even blink. “She’s perfect.”

Lies, all lies. Instead of getting another version of sweet, no-nonsense Betsy, I was shackled to a walking wet dream who made my dick hard just by fucking breathing. Anya was singlehandedly ruining my concentration and would, in all likelihood, destroy my career.

Oh, sure, it was my law firm, but rules were rules for a reason. That meant ripping Anya’s clothes off to lick her clit until she came on my face wasn’t going to happen.

The worst part was that she wouldn’t leave. No matter how short-tempered or ridiculous I was, she stayed. Damn her; she did her job practically perfectly. Betsy had been right about one thing—Anya was good. Too good, in my opinion, because it meant I had no cause to fire her. Believe me; I’d tried. I’d also tried to bribe her to quit on multiple occasions, but she turned me down flat every time.

If it weren’t for the fact that she got under my skin like no other, we’d probably be doing just fine. Unfortunately for me, she had a sassy mouth that matched the seductive sway of her walk. It was a shitty situation all the way around, and there didn’t seem to be any resolution in sight.

When she blinked, I wanted to stare into her eyes while I fucked her. When she swayed her perfectly rounded hips as she walked, I wanted to bend her over my desk and fuck her from behind. When she pouted her puffy, insert-dick-here lips, I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth and then fuck her. When she mouthed off, I wanted to shove her panties in her mouth and fuck her. Clearly, I had issues.

Coming out of the washroom in my office, I grimaced when I found Anya sitting in one of the two visitors chairs in front of my desk. I’d been dreading my meeting with her all fucking day, which was pathetic. Betsy and I had met after everyone else left the office once a month to talk about staffing issues with no one around. It was something we’d always done which I felt was smart and wanted to continue, but with Anya, I hated it and continuously found ways to avoid it. My luck was up, and I had no choice but to put on my game face. Steeling myself for the coming hour, I crossed the room and took a seat at my desk.

For once Anya didn’t watch my every move. This was because she was busy watching the rain as it came down in sheets and beat against the windows. It had been dark and cloudy all day, which was something I actually enjoyed. My office took up the front of a magnificently converted brownstone in one of the most sought-after areas in the city, and the view from my windows was always a highlight. I loved to sit at my desk and watch as the clouds swirled and the lightning crashed as people ran down the sidewalk to get out of the rain. Sometimes it was even a little bit frightening—but I liked it. Anya, on the other hand, did not look thrilled.

“It’s just a spring storm,” I assured her.

She nodded, biting her lip as she turned away from the windows. Fuck, I hated when she bit that goddamn lip because without fail it made my dick hard. It didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing—if she bit or licked her lips, I was ready to fuck. I was sure the term dick sucking lips had been invented about Miss Sims.

Clearing my throat gruffly, I pulled out one of my legal pads and uncapped the Montblanc fountain pen my grandparents gave me when I passed the bar exam.

“Let’s talk about Hayforth,” I said, referencing one of the junior associates. “I noticed the highlighting you did on the updated spreadsheet. She’s billing almost double the hours of the two people closest to her in rank. I’m assuming the highlight was to bring this to my attention.”

Anya nodded. “It was.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“At the very least she should be given a bonus, but with her billable hours and rate of return business combined with her overwhelmingly positive referrals I think you’d be crazy not to fast track her for junior partner.”

I jotted down some notes on my legal pad. “I need you to get me some numbers. How long Cuomo and Miller had been here when each was made a junior partner?”

I should’ve known she’d already had that information at hand. Like I said— based on her job performance I was never going to have a substantial reason to fire her. We spent the next few minutes going over the details. It wasn’t a surprise that I agreed with her assessment, and I told her to have a package put together that I could take to Hayforth when I offered her the promotion.

We were moving on to the next order of business when a tremendous clap of thunder followed by two massive bolts of lightning shook the building. I wasn’t even a little surprised when the power flickered and then died. The windows trembled as another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Anya screeched as she jumped from her seat, ran around my desk, and flattened herself against the wall next to the bookcase. I’d never seen her so flustered before, which concerned me.

Without electricity, my office was nearly pitch black. Standing, I walked to Anya and set my hand on her shoulder, frowning when I realized she was trembling. “It’s going to be okay,” I assured her calmly. “The storm will pass in just a few minutes.”

As if to negate my words, two more bolts of lightning lit up the room. Fisting my suit jacket in her hands, Anya buried her head against me.

“I’m terrified of lightning,” she mumbled against my chest.

Yeah, I had figured that out. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really thinking about her fear anymore because she was closer to me than she’d ever been and my dick was standing at full attention.

“I’ll, uh, go get you a cab,” I muttered as I tried to step back.

“No!” she squeaked as she gripped my jacket tighter. “Are you insane? If I walk out there, I could be struck. I know you can’t stand me but surely you don’t want my death on your hands.”

“That’s not true,” I argued. “I don’t dislike you.”

What I disliked was my reaction to her.

“You’re a lying liar who lies,” she mumbled against my chest. “Even now you’re probably trying to think of how you can shove me out the door with a piece of metal so I can be a conduit for the lightning.”

“Anya,” I said sternly. “Stop that.”

Instead of banking down, the thunder and lightning only seemed to be getting worse. The more intense it got, the firmer her grip on me got. I suspected if it kept up, she’d figure out a way to get inside my body.

“Don’t act like you don’t daydream about my demise,” she squeaked.

“I promise you I don’t.”

I wasn’t lying. My daydreams about her were very detailed and none of them featured her being injured. On the contrary, in my fantasies she was alive, well, and on her knees sucking my cock or spread out across my desk screaming as I fucked her senseless. Lately I’d taken to fantasizing about what she’d look like pregnant, which wasn’t ideal.

“Whatever,” she huffed. “Now you’re making me feel bad for visualizing you falling into a black hole or getting taken by aliens.”

Damn. She really didn’t like me. It shouldn’t have mattered—I didn’t fucking want her to like me after all, right? The joke was on me because I was salty about her revelation.

“You talk too much,” I said gruffly.

“Add it to the list of things about me you can’t stand, right next to my heels being too high, my hair being too long, my skirts being too something, and my lipstick being—”

I don’t know what it was about that moment that shattered my control, but whatever it was changed everything in a blink. I went from staring down at the top of her head to cupping her face and lifting it so she was looking at me. She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as I leaned in and kissed her. I bit down on her puffy lower lip and slid my tongue into her mouth when she gasped.

Fire licked up my spine and I groaned low in my throat as I got my first taste of Anya. She was like a goddamn drug, one that I wanted to overdose on for the rest of my life. Her tongue dueled with mine as she yanked at my jacket so that I was right up against her, not even a quarter of an inch between us. I moved my hands from her face down to her perfect ass, which I gripped for leverage as I ground against her.

We kissed like two desperate lovers who’d been apart for years. Letting go of my jacket, she threaded her hands into my hair and tugged as she matched the motions of my tongue stroke for stroke. I loosened my grip on her ass in order to reach down and grab the hem of her skirt. When I’d yanked it up to her thighs, I gripped her at the waist and lifted her up. Without breaking the kiss, she wrapped her legs around my waist and ground herself against me. My cock jerked and leaked pre-cum when I lowered first one hand and then the other to her ass and felt that she was wearing a thong and garters.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I glared down at her. “Are you trying to fucking kill me by wearing this shit?”