Fall into Forever (Fall into Him Book Three) by Evelyn Harper Page A
Authors: Evelyn Harper
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brush of
fingers as they traded documents, nothing overt, but whatever it was between
them grew with every passing moment, changing into something that felt, to Jennifer,
more real somehow.
“Mr. Haas,” Emma's voice came through the intercom once more,
interrupting the silence that had fallen as Philip and Jennifer had been
putting away their respective paperwork. “Is there anything else you need me to
do before I call it a day?”
Philip's eyes flicked up to Jennifer's face before he answered. “No,
thank you, Emma. We're fine. Have a good night.”
“You too, Sir.”
Jennifer wasn't sure if she imagined the tinge of wry amusement in
Emma's voice or not, but if Emma knew as much about what went on behind
Philip's closed doors as Jennifer thought she did, the secretary had good
reason to be entertained.
“Did I answer all of the questions you needed?” Philip raised his head,
the expression on his face telling Jennifer that he meant more than inquiries
dealing with their work.
She swallowed hard. There it was, an open invitation to ask whatever
she wanted. He didn't say it, but she knew that if she asked her previous
question again, she would get the full, unedited answer about his scars, no
matter how much telling it would hurt. It was tempting to ask all of the
questions she'd had since she'd first met Philip, to be able to know him as
intimately as she so desperately wanted to. Still, she hesitated. She knew that
he was offering to prove himself to her, and the offer itself was more than she
could've hoped for. It was time for her to return the gesture.
“You've told me everything I need.” Her voice was soft. “I trust that
you’ll tell me anything else as you see fit.”
The exchange was innocuous enough, words that could have been spoken
between employee and employer, but Jennifer knew the undercurrent wasn't just
her imagination. They'd shared something with those simple sentences that had
altered the dynamic between them.
Jennifer turned towards her desk to begin gathering her things. A hand
closed around her upper arm and then pulled her around into Philip's arms. The
hand not holding her arm moved to her face, palm against her cheek. She had a
brief moment to see something burning in Philip's eyes before his lips came
down on hers. Her lips parted automatically beneath his, and his tongue slid
into the wet heat of her mouth. Jennifer closed her eyes, giving herself over
to the passion of the kiss. The way their lips moved together, how their
tongues danced, all of it just told her how right they were together, how
everything she'd felt when he touched her had made her feel like nothing else
she'd ever imagined. The memory of her prior night's dream came back to her as
Philip pulled back. There was still something different about this, but one
look at Philip's face told her that whatever would happen next would be much
more personal than their prior encounters.
“I promised that I'd keep it professional,” Philip began.
Jennifer knew that she could walk away and he wouldn't think badly of
her for it, but she wanted him in a way she'd never wanted anyone else before.
Actions, here, would speak louder than words. Without taking her eyes off of
Philip, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, her fingers stopping
to play with the third.
That was all it took.
Philip grabbed her shirt and pulled it out of her skirt. She let out a
surprised squeak as he yanked her shirt open and she heard a few buttons ping
off the floor though she was too shocked to care. Philip's hands quickly moved
to her bra, flicking open the front clasp with a twist of his fingers. He bent
his head as he lifted her right breast, his lips closing around her nipple
within seconds of freeing it. She moaned as he began to suck on the hardening
flesh. She wasn't even aware that he was moving the two of them back towards
his desk until she felt the edge against her
fingers as they traded documents, nothing overt, but whatever it was between
them grew with every passing moment, changing into something that felt, to Jennifer,
more real somehow.
“Mr. Haas,” Emma's voice came through the intercom once more,
interrupting the silence that had fallen as Philip and Jennifer had been
putting away their respective paperwork. “Is there anything else you need me to
do before I call it a day?”
Philip's eyes flicked up to Jennifer's face before he answered. “No,
thank you, Emma. We're fine. Have a good night.”
“You too, Sir.”
Jennifer wasn't sure if she imagined the tinge of wry amusement in
Emma's voice or not, but if Emma knew as much about what went on behind
Philip's closed doors as Jennifer thought she did, the secretary had good
reason to be entertained.
“Did I answer all of the questions you needed?” Philip raised his head,
the expression on his face telling Jennifer that he meant more than inquiries
dealing with their work.
She swallowed hard. There it was, an open invitation to ask whatever
she wanted. He didn't say it, but she knew that if she asked her previous
question again, she would get the full, unedited answer about his scars, no
matter how much telling it would hurt. It was tempting to ask all of the
questions she'd had since she'd first met Philip, to be able to know him as
intimately as she so desperately wanted to. Still, she hesitated. She knew that
he was offering to prove himself to her, and the offer itself was more than she
could've hoped for. It was time for her to return the gesture.
“You've told me everything I need.” Her voice was soft. “I trust that
you’ll tell me anything else as you see fit.”
The exchange was innocuous enough, words that could have been spoken
between employee and employer, but Jennifer knew the undercurrent wasn't just
her imagination. They'd shared something with those simple sentences that had
altered the dynamic between them.
Jennifer turned towards her desk to begin gathering her things. A hand
closed around her upper arm and then pulled her around into Philip's arms. The
hand not holding her arm moved to her face, palm against her cheek. She had a
brief moment to see something burning in Philip's eyes before his lips came
down on hers. Her lips parted automatically beneath his, and his tongue slid
into the wet heat of her mouth. Jennifer closed her eyes, giving herself over
to the passion of the kiss. The way their lips moved together, how their
tongues danced, all of it just told her how right they were together, how
everything she'd felt when he touched her had made her feel like nothing else
she'd ever imagined. The memory of her prior night's dream came back to her as
Philip pulled back. There was still something different about this, but one
look at Philip's face told her that whatever would happen next would be much
more personal than their prior encounters.
“I promised that I'd keep it professional,” Philip began.
Jennifer knew that she could walk away and he wouldn't think badly of
her for it, but she wanted him in a way she'd never wanted anyone else before.
Actions, here, would speak louder than words. Without taking her eyes off of
Philip, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, her fingers stopping
to play with the third.
That was all it took.
Philip grabbed her shirt and pulled it out of her skirt. She let out a
surprised squeak as he yanked her shirt open and she heard a few buttons ping
off the floor though she was too shocked to care. Philip's hands quickly moved
to her bra, flicking open the front clasp with a twist of his fingers. He bent
his head as he lifted her right breast, his lips closing around her nipple
within seconds of freeing it. She moaned as he began to suck on the hardening
flesh. She wasn't even aware that he was moving the two of them back towards
his desk until she felt the edge against her
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