Taken by force, p.1
Taken By Force, page 1
TAKEN BY FORCE
Copyright 2012
Lynn Richards Wolf Publishing
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CHAPTER ONE
I hate this job, I hat e this job , I hate this job . Beth Ann Sore n son muttered as she open e d the lateral file cabinet. What, oh , what had she done t o ever deserve this punishment? She was a paralegal for the law firm of Greyson, Sanders , and Delacor te in downtown Atlanta. The highly successful firm occupied luxurious office space in a b eautiful glass fronted building close to the heart of the city. It also rented office space in a downtown banking annex which was mainly used for storage, however, junior partners that misbehaved often found themselves relegated to doing penance in the abysmal space. The floor was covered in an ugly green shag carpet and the walls – well it was hard to tell what color they had been originally. Clearly, the space hadn’t been redecorated since the early eighties.
And this was where sh e f ound herself early Friday morning , searching for what she just knew was a nonexistent file for one of the senior partners, Mr. Sanders .
There were three partners in the firm , Quinton Sanders, Noah Greyson , and Mike Delacorte . Her friend Tara Pierce , an othe r paralegal in the firm, worke d for Mr. Greyson. Tara had received her degree at Southern College but Beth Ann worked her way into the career. Soon after graduating from high school she’d gotten a job in a law firm as a reception ist and had worked within the legal field at every imaginable position possible ever since . After ten years she considered herself a paralegal but others didn’t. The lack of that magical piece of paper still made issues in her life. She knew if her last boss – who had retired – hadn’t given her a glowin g recommendation, she’d never have been hired as a paralegal in this firm.
Looking for the closed probate file should have been the job of her other friend, Rebecca Dawson, part-time secretary and researcher for the firm . But no ooo , the woman had hooked up with Mr. Sanders and quit her job to return to s chool full time to earn her teaching certificate. That left the fi rm short staffed and since some of the powers-that-be thought Beth Ann never had any work to do considering her boss was never in the office, she’d been ordere d to look for the missing file.
Didn’t they know despite his many extended absences, her boss was a freaking machine and worked all hours of the day and night? It was nothing unusual for her phone to ring at three o’clock in the morning with Mike on the other end ready to give her dictation for an hour. He’d even suggested the y Sk ype each other .
She wondered how face to face he’d like to be when she had a man bending her over and banging her brains out.
She snorted. Like that was happening in her life. The last man sh e’d had in her a partment had been her the super last week when he’d unclogged her pipes .
Oh, she’d like to have her pipes unclogged!
Why did every thought she have today make her think of sex?
She closed the drawer with a loud bang. The office was about to suffocate her. There were no windows, so no view, no sounds of traffic and no evidence of other living, breathing human beings . Well, technically that wasn’t true; the other side of the b uilding housed the Community Fund and Trust Bank . Still, she felt totally isolated from the rest of the world. It was kind of spooky.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Beth Ann whirled around, her hand fly ing to her madly beating heart.
Her boss stood in the doorway with a look like thunder on his handsome face .
“You scared me to death! What do you mean sneaking up on me like that?”
“Answer me, Beth Ann.”
She didn’t like h is tone. He was acting like she’d done something wrong. It wasn’t as if she’d chosen to come to this little hole in the wall . She was only following orders from higher up on the food chain .
“What are you doing here?” she countered. “You were supposed to be in Marietta .” Her tone prodded “You were supposed to be in court in Marietta.” Lord knew he didn’t share his entire agenda with her anymore. He shared it with the other one . The little blonde bimbo who thought she could up stage Beth’s place in Mike’s life. The woman had another think coming if she thought Beth Ann was going to lie down and roll over—well, for anyone except Mike, of course. She might not hold a fancy degree, but she had worked with the troublesome man for almost a year. He was hers.
“You need to leave. Now.”
“I beg your pardon?” Wow, he was acting even weirder than normal.
“Get your damn purse or whatever it is you carry , and g et the hell out.” He looked worried . No, he looked guilty. Was he planning on meeting her ? Having a little office tête-à-tête ? There was enough of that going on at the firm. First Rebecca and Mr. Sanders –you did not call that man by his first name –then Tara and Noah. In her sweetest fantasies , she’d dreamed that Mike would open his eyes and discover he couldn’t live with out her. Or at the very least , decide he couldn’t wait another day to fuck her.
When Becky and Tara had given some of the details of their explosive get togethers with their bosses, she’d had to go home and spend some quality time with her big, purple friend . No , she hadn’t named it Barney —that would just be wrong. Her big, purple friend was her surp rising ly realistic -looking vibrator. She could have chosen the flesh colored or even the, yum, chocolate colored sex toy, but she wanted to remember that it was a sex toy. Something to help her over the dry spells between real, liv e men.
“I have work to do, Mr. Delacor te .” She turned back around and open e d th e filing cabinet . She knew the file wasn’t there b ut she couldn’t stand looking at him and thinking about vibrators a moment longer. Mike was a fine looking man on any given day. Today he w as dressed in a dark suit, a white shirt and blue tie. Yes, he was som ething of a fashion plate, but she fo und that adorable. He could pull off the sophisticated look with one hand tied behind his back. Sweet lord, why did she have to think about that ?
Whe n Becky had shared what Beth Ann felt sure was the G-rated ver sion of how Quinton had confessed his love , she had immediately imag in ed herself tied to a bed at Mike’s mercy. She’d read scads of erotica with bondage as the theme. And liked it. A lot.
Mike moved into her line of vision. He stood about six foot thr ee, with dark, almost black hair , and had the build of a linebacker. In fact, if she wasn’t mistaken , he had played football as an undergrad. That meant he had scads of experience and explained his attraction to the cheerleader type – skinny, dumb , and blonde.
Lord help her if his new paralegal even knew how to spell her own name.
“You can’t be here today.” His voice no w held an almost pleading note.
She didn’t turn around. “We ll, I certainly don’t want to be here.” What the heck was going on?
“Then why are you?”
Oh, that just made her angry. She whirled, turning on him like a miniature tornado.
“Because the powers that be think I never do any fu-, freaking work.”
“Give me a break here, Beth , and explain in English please.” He scrubbed his hands across his face. His jaw was covered with dark stubble as if he hadn’t taken the time to shave very close this morning.
“I have been told that since you are never in the office, I apparently have enough free time to take over Rebecca’s research job. It’s probably a good thing since you seem to think I can’t do my work , either .” Ever since th at blonde little tart – yeah, she was using every blonde cliché ther e was – had turned up and declared Mike – bat her long, fake lashes here – had hired her as his new paralegal, Beth had struggled about what do to. She needed the job, and she knew jobs like this didn’t grow on trees. So, she did what she was asked to do and didn’t complain . Well, she didn’t complain much. She still fumed at the familiarity the woman appeared to have with Mike. Mike , mind you—not Mr. Delacorte . It had taken Beth six months to feel comfortable calling him by his first name and she still didn’t do it all the time .
“Who told you that?”
“Mr. Sanders and Mr. Greyson.”
“I’ll speak to Quint and Noah. Go back to the office.”
“Why , so I can play second fiddle to Brittany? No, wait, you want me to leave and t hen send Brittany here , right?” She was so angry she felt like she could p ick up the heavy filing cabinet s and sling it at his head.
Turning on her heel with the precision of a military color guard, she walked away.
But she didn’t get very far.
Mike caught Beth by the arm and spun her back around. He pushed her against the filing cabinet and just held her there w ith his lower body. He need ed to think.
Shit. He knew exactly why his partners, a/k/a former best friends, had temporarily transferred Beth. He’d told them he’d be working here all week. Being so happy having found the love of their lives, they were trying to play fairy godfathers to him. Little d id they know they’d just thrown a gigantic wrench into his plans.
He need ed to get Beth out of here.
Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. But her body pressed against his was exactly where he wanted her. He hardened quickly. Which usually happened t he minute he found himself in the same room with his s
Twirling a strand of her dark brown hair around h is finger, he studied her face. Her eyes were closed as she leaned back against the cabinet. He k new she was upset with him. He had sprung Brittany on her with no warning. But damn it, he hadn’t had time to ease into anything . This case he was working had risen in priority and the agency had scrambled to pull everything in place.
Many didn’t know it, but Mike worked as an FBI agent as well as practiced law.
Damn Quint and Noah. Any other week, hell, any other day , and he’d have taken his gift and done what he’d been dying to do for the past year – tie her up and taste her.
She was breathing rapidly; her chest rising and falling. Her big, beautiful breasts threatened to overflow the top of her blouse. She wore some type of dark , almost navy blue cover-up . It may have covered her shoulders and upper arms, but it did nothing to cover up her other luscious assets. Thank God.
He didn’t know wh at drew him to Beth Ann . She wasn’t beautiful. She wasn’t even pretty. She was mor e than that. She was cute. Down—ri ght adorable. Not the girl -next—door kind of cute, but porn star quality cute. The first time he’d seen her face, seen those naturally red, pouty lips of hers, he ’d wanted her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling up at him as she licked and sucked until he exploded down her throat.
The other thing that drew him was her body. Unlike what most men purported to want, he didn’t want the tall, thin women who , if , they turned sideways disappeared into the shadows. He wanted his woman curvy and full. Yeah, Noah and Quint had landed two beautiful women but they were nothing com pared to his . Beth Ann was a real woman, soft and round. He’d always loved bigger women, found their grace and size fascinating . Not to mention there was nothing better than pounding in to a woman and watching all that flesh jiggle and move. Yeah, not the most romantic thing to say, but he loved seeing a woman’s breasts bounce when he fucked her. And man there was nothing better than a hand full of ass when he took her from behind. Again c rude, but oh, so good.
Before he could think about all of the reasons why he shouldn’t, he bent his h ead and skimmed his lips along the soft skin of her jaw. A jaw that could tighten with stubbornness. He smiled thinking of all the times she’d handed him his balls when he’d done something to irritate her. Like now.
“Mike!” His name escaped her lips on a shocked exclamation .
Her appearance suggested that her voice would hold that little girl southern accent which most men found annoying as hell. It sounde d like they were talking to a t w o year old.
Instead Beth Ann’s voic e was low and almost gravely as if she had just deep throated a man.
It made the man listening to her hope he was next in line He didn’t want to think about her being with other men . She was his; she just didn’t know it yet.
“Damn it Beth, you weren’t suppose d to be here.” He continued to place soft, nibbling kisses alon g her jaw. His hands grip ped the top of the cabinet . If he didn’t, he’d place them on her brea sts and lo se all control.
“Who did you think was goi ng to be here? The new paralegal you hired?”
Mike gave a short bark of laughter . “You say that like she’s a serial killer.”
“Maybe she is.” She might be angry at him but she was right in the moment with him.
She angled her head. He answered her sile nt plea. But instead of giving her those soft kisses she no doubt wanted, he opened his mouth a gainst the smooth column of her throat. His tongue came out to taste. Clean, sweet, fresh . Just like her. Sucking , he pulled her into his mouth, harder and harder. As he let go, he bit her, making the skin sting, marking her. He took her mouth before she could protest .
His tongue scrapped against her teeth.
“Wider. Open your mo u th wider.”
He thrust inside again.
“Open your goddamn mouth wider so I can taste you.”
“Don’t –”
He did.
Kiss her that is. Taking advantage of the moment, he thrust all the way, feeling like he was touching the back of h er throat. Time for tha t later. He gripped her head, holding her still as he fucked h er mouth. Grinding his pelvis into hers, he humped. The z ipper of his suit pants dug into his cock. He never bothered with underwea r. He loved the feeling of going command o . But what he liked even better was knowing the woman he was with wasn’t wearing any underwear either.
“Take your panties off ,” h e ordered. His lips left her mouth, licking the soft spot behind her ear.
“No .”
Mike knew Beth had not really underst ood his order; she ’d told him no by rote. He needed her to pay attention. He tongue d her ear, pumping the tip in and out .
“Oh, God.”
He pulled her away from the cabinet and crushed her in his arms. One hand held her head against his shoulder as he continued to torture her ear , the other gathered the skirt of her dress, bunc hing it, searching for her panties so he could pull them down her legs.
Her butt cheek was bare and he growled. Holy, shit. His fantasy come true.
Just as his fingers touched the lace of her thong, a buzz from th e outer office sounded, altering hi m to the fact that someone had stepped inside.
The sound brought him jarringly back to earth. His arm s tightened painfully . It was too late now. Too late to get her out of here, out the line of danger.
He released her. “Stay here. Do not come out unless I tell you to.”
Lifting a hand to her mouth , Beth Ann leaned against the filing cabinet that she’d just been lambasting moments bef ore. Now she was grateful for its sol i d strength . She could barely comprehe n d what had just happened. Mike Delaco rte had kissed her. No , not just kissed her, made love to her mouth. Granted, she wasn’t that experienced, but she was pretty darn sure their make out session had been out of the ordinary .
She giggled . Maybe Rebecca and Tara had been on to something – h aving sex with your boss was fun.
Oh, she wasn’t naïve or stupid enough to think this wou ld lead down the same road . Her friends were intelligent, pretty and skinny. It was always that third adjective that screwed up Beth Ann’s life. She knew she was smart, considered herself cute, but by no stretch of the imagination was she skinny. Her only somewhat saving grace was the fact that she was built mo re along the lines of Marilyn Monroe rather than Aunt Jemima.
After straightening her navy shrug she smoothed her skirt over her hips and took a deep breath. She heard male voices in the outer office. What had Mike told her? The tone – an order not to be disobeyed – had been clear, but Beth couldn’t have told you exactly what he’d said.
Tryi ng to remember made her relive those moments when his body had pressed against her s . She grinned. The man had wanted her. Wanted her in a big way. If she could be sure that something would come of this , she would be dancing a little Irish jig – she had hit the lottery in a big, big way. She shivered just thinking about it. Him. Them.
She opened the storage room door and walked to the waiting room. Mike stood behind the receptionist desk. Three men, dressed in camouflage pants, black t-shirts , and denim jackets stood by the entrance.
As soon as she walked into the room, they stopped talking. Or rather the sh ort, skinny one stopped. The other two had just been listening.
“Can I help you?” The words came out automatically.
“I think you can help me just fine, darl ing.” The man who had been talking smiled at Beth and licked his lips reminding her of a Rotweiller eyeing a pork chop.
“Beth Ann, come here.” Mike issued the order without moving.
She eyed the man who had spoken and quickly took into accou nt the other two. Something wasn’t quit e right. Maybe she could make them leave. Sometimes it took sugar to catch a fly or a little southern charm to manipulate a man.
As she started to speak , the taller of the three walked to the front door and twisted the lock. The other man just stood to the side, not moving, not talking.
