Fall into Her (Fall into Him Book Two) (5 page)

“Okay. One hand on your clit, the other in your pussy.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before Jennifer was moving.

“I want to hear you when you cum. Don't you dare try to be quiet.”

Jennifer was suddenly very glad that Rachel was out. While they
occasionally could hear through the walls, they always tried as best they could
to be discreet.

“Take your middle finger from your pussy,” Philip's words were rough
with desire. “And you're allowed to cum when you shove that finger into your
ass.”

The surprise almost shocked Jennifer out of her haze, but not quite.
She was too far gone to let much of anything get in her way. Her finger slid
from her pussy and she raised her legs to allow herself access to her ass.

“I'll bet that's a virgin ass.” Philip panted. “I want you to imagine
that it's my dick inside you, pushing into that tight hole.”

Jennifer touched the tip of her finger to the wrinkled little hole and
hesitated. She'd never done anything like this before, had never really thought
about doing it, but if it meant she could cum, she wasn't going to stop. She
took a deep breath, her other hand frantically working her clit, and carefully
slid her finger into her ass.

The effect was instantaneous. Whether the words, the action itself or
the different physical sensations that coursed through her, she didn't know.
All Jennifer knew was that her world exploded into bright hot light. She was
wailing, her body bucking off of the bed as she came. In the distance, she
heard Philip calling out her name and knew he was cumming too.

She clung to consciousness, letting her body slowly come down from the
high as she sucked in deep draughts of air. After a few minutes, she managed to
roll over and grab a few hand-wipes. While she made an effort to do at least
some clean-up, Philip's voice came back over the phone.

“I'm going to assume you enjoyed that,” he sounded slightly smug. “I
certainly did. That was amazing, Jennifer. I may even leave the stains on my
chair out here as a reminder. I think we will definitely be having many more
equally delightful conversations.”

She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to that but it didn't
matter because Philip wasn't waiting for a response.

“One final thing before I say good-night. I've heard that you haven't
been using the car service or card I set up. I don't know why, but as your
employer, I'm going to have to insist that you use the service so I know that
you have reliable transportation to and from work. Amaury will pick you up at
seven fifteen tomorrow morning. No arguments. It's safer and I have a lot
riding on you. Now, good-night.”

Jennifer blinked at her phone, thrown off by the abrupt good-bye. She'd
use the service because he'd invoked the term employer, but she wasn't happy
about it. That same word also threw her off about everything else that had just
happened. Even after hot phone sex, she still didn't know where she stood with
Philip. Which, in turn, meant she wasn't any closer to figuring out what do to
about Brad. She could only hope that tomorrow would help her see things more
clearly.

All right, Jennifer had to admit, the driver may have been a good idea.
He knew some excellent shortcuts and managed to get her to work fifteen minutes
early. She'd even beaten Emma which was amazing because sometimes Jennifer
thought Emma slept in the office.

Since she had no way of knowing if she'd also beaten Philip, (because
the janitors left the lights on when they left at seven) Jennifer just went
straight to the office. She'd opened the door halfway before she realized that
Philip was on the phone.

“...I know how you want this to go, but based on our history, I'm not
so sure it'll be a good idea.” Philip sighed, his expression weary. “Yes, I
agree, we were good together at some point.” He raised his head, his eyes
widening slightly as he caught sight of Jennifer. “We'll talk more later.” He
hung up without giving the other person time to respond.

“I'm sorry,” Jennifer apologized. “I didn't know you were here already.
I can go back out if you want to finish your call.”

“No,” Philip shook his head. “It's nothing that needs to be addressed
right away.”

“Oh, okay,” Jennifer wasn’t totally convinced, but walked over to her
desk. Did that mean he wasn't talking to J about pursing a new relationship? It
had sure sounded like a 'get back together' type of conversation to Jennifer.

“Once you're settled in, we'll get started on staffing policies and
procedures.” Philip spoke briskly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had
happened.

Jennifer just nodded. There was at least one good thing about Philip's
uncanny ability to switch moods. He could refocus on work after something
emotional had happened whereas she would've been distracted all day.

By the time Emma arrived with coffee, Jennifer was sitting across from
Philip, poring over staffing information. As he explained each position's
duties, Jennifer would comment or ask questions, comparing her knowledge of the
practiced applications to what the books contained. Philip answered each one
with quick, intelligent answers. Though he kept his distance from her and made
no mention of their steamy phone call the night before, Jennifer began to see a
side of this personality she could admire—and could certainly be attracted to.

Even though he was almost cold to her in the personal sense, Philip
provided thorough answers and never made her feel silly or stupid for anything
she said. She'd known he was smart, but every time she saw him in action, she
was impressed all over again.

“I have to ask.” Jennifer knew the question bordered on the personal,
but since it had a professional base, she decided to go ahead with it. “Do you
have some sort of psychology background?”

Philip's head jerked up, a startled expression on his face. “Why would
you ask that?”

“You just seem really good at understanding which people will work
together the best based on their strengths and weaknesses.” Jennifer was a
little puzzled by the reaction. “I just thought you may have taken some
psychology classes in school or something.”

“Oh, no,” he shook his head. “I guess I just read people well.” He
turned his attention back to the papers on his desk. “I think that's all for
this morning. We'll pick up after lunch with some of the other types of duties
that managers are obligated to fulfill.”

It wasn't until Jennifer was heading down for lunch that a reason
dawned on her for Philip's odd response. Maybe it wasn't psychology classes
that he'd taken, but maybe he'd been in counseling of some kind. It didn't hold
the stigma it once had, but a lot of powerful men still felt like it was
something they couldn't talk about. Then again, she countered, he could have
just been self-taught and surprised by her question. Philip was the type of
ambitious person who would read up on anything that would help him run his
business better.

That ambition was one of those attractive qualities that she hadn't
really considered before, she realized. She'd always prided herself on not
being superficial and caring about things like money and position. In fact,
she'd kind of looked down on people who placed so much importance on things
like that and she'd always considered ambition to go hand-in-hand with those
types of things. Now, in Philip, she could see that her previous opinion had
been wrong. Philip wasn't ambitious because he cared more about money than
about people. He enjoyed his work, but the people were a vital part of it. In
some ways, he paid more attention to people than some who claimed that it was
their job to love mankind.

With that newfound appreciation, Jennifer went back to the office after
lunch ready to learn. Philip was already at his desk and he glanced up as she
sat down. Without any preamble, he began. “There are certain positions in the
hotel industry that managers don't hire people to fill but businesses. But,
since a business is only as good as its people, you have to consider what
you're looking for when you make those decisions. Let's start with the linen
service...”

***

By the time the day was over, Jennifer felt like her head was going to
explode, but in a good way, not like it had been the day before. Philip had
been all business, but he'd been teaching so she felt like there was still some
sort of connection there. Granted, it wasn't emotional, but it was something.

Jennifer packed up her things, excused herself for the day, and made
her way to the elevators. She was just about to press the elevator button to
head down to the ground floor when a hand darted between the closing metal
doors. To her surprise, Philip stepped through the doors and pressed the down
button.

Jennifer gave him a puzzled look but didn't say anything. If he wanted
to talk to her, she'd let him initiate. Things were all right between them at
the moment and she didn't want to strain anything by asking a question he
didn't want to answer.

Philip didn't say a word as the elevator beeped down two floors, didn't
even look at her. Then, just as they were halfway between the first and second
floors, he reached out in front of her and hit the stop button. As the elevator
jerked to a stop, and before Jennifer could react, Philip was right next to
her, looking down at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

He stepped around her without a word and then reached his arm around
the front of her waist and pulled her back against him. Jennifer let out a
surprised squeak, but didn't say anything else. Philip yanked her shirt out of
her skirt and shoved his hand under the waistband. His intent became crystal
clear as his fingers danced over the cotton material and down to the rapidly
dampening crotch of her panties. Jennifer's breathing shortened as he rubbed
his hand over her underwear.

When his fingertips teased at the elastic band against her inner thigh,
she parted her legs, eager for more of his touch. She moaned as his index
finger pulled aside the now-wet material, exposing her throbbing pussy to his
touch. His arm tightened around her waist as his finger delved between her
lips. She let out a sigh as his finger fluttered over her clit. He pressed his
lips against the back of her neck.

Jennifer closed her eyes and let her head fall back on his shoulder as
his hand began to move. His fingers played her like a fine instrument as they
circled her entrance before dipping inside for a brief caress. The palm of his
hand rubbed against her clit as he began to thrust his fingers into her. She
was wet, but tight, and he hadn't taken the time to stretch her, letting the
burn of two fingers filter through her body along with the pleasure. Her entire
body shuddered as his hand began to move faster, urging her towards a climax
with an almost rough touch.

She could feel his shaft hard against her ass, his breath hot on her
neck, but he didn't speak, didn't seem to be paying any attention to his own
needs. He added a third finger and she cried out, it was too much too soon, and
her muscles shook. The moment he pressed the heel of his hand hard against her
clit, he sank his teeth into the juncture between her shoulder and neck and she
came, her knees going weak. She pressed her lips together, swallowing the wail
that wanted to escape.

Philip held her for just a moment before removing his hand out from
underneath her skirt, eliciting a whimper from Jennifer as the movement sent
another ripple of pleasure through her. She stumbled as Philip moved from
behind her but he made no move to steady her. The hand that had been around her
waist released the stop button and, with a jerk, the elevator continued its
descent.

Jennifer's mind was whirling as she hurried to make herself presentable
before the doors opened. She was smoothing down her skirt as they reached their
destination and Philip was out of the doors before she could say anything. Her
legs were still a bit wobbly as she exited, but she managed to get to the
company car without incident. Once she settled inside, she closed her eyes,
trying to make sense of what had just happened.

When it had been happening, she hadn't been able to think straight,
focusing only on how her body was responding to Philip's attention.

Now, she could see how impersonal it had been. He hadn't said a word,
had barely made eye contact. Even his mouth on her neck had seemed more like a
means to an end rather than a way to convey how he felt. Was this all she was
to him? Some toy to be played with whenever the mood struck him? He could teach
anyone what he was teaching her about the business. Had he chosen her because he'd
sensed some sort of vulnerability, something that made him know she would
respond to his advances? And if he had, what did it say about her? Should she
just move on, find another job just to prove that she could do it? And prove it
to who? Herself? Philip? Should she even care what he thought?

Even as all of her questions and doubts were rushing through her head,
she couldn't help but remember other moments, times when she'd seen him being
tender and caring. How he'd reacted when Brad had grabbed her arm that day at
the hotel. How he'd made a show of touching her just to show up Jodie. The way
he would look pleased when she grasped a difficult concept or when she took
easily to a new task.