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  “Only a few more days. Tyler you can do it.”

  Chapter 3—Beth

  “Don't. Stop. Fucking. Me,” I panted, his thick cock pushed perfectly against the inside of sensitive pussy lips and drove me to such pleasure I thought I was losing my ability to breath on my own.

  It never failed to take my mind off work. Our private forbidden hookups made me feel whole. They were basically my justification for everything I had chosen in life.

  He growled like he always did and then went into a deep “oh yeah”, repeating it over and over again. His slightly jello midsection didn't look better and it didn't look worse then the last time earlier in the wek. It was flabbier than the first time we gave into temptation a year earlier.

  But his body didn't matter to me. He could have put on a bunch more weight and it would have been find. Andrew Kincaid was a man of power and men of power didn't have time to work out or care about what they ate. That was for pretty boys or nine-to-five types.

  I wasn't interested in those guys.

  “Keep it in. Andrew keep it in!”

  I yelled louder than I ever wanted to when we'd grab time in my office. I feared being heard, but he assured me the walls, doors, and windows were totally sound proof. The malpractice insurer demanded it to protect client secrets.

  I knew we were about done with round one. And we almost always did two. Even in the office.

  He didn't comply with my plea and slid himself slowly outside of my throbbing pussy and fired his hot juice onto my clit. Then pushed a final might rope between my breasts and the bra supporting them.

  I fell back to the corner of the leather couch in my office. He got to his feet, moving a few feet away to fish a drink from the side drawer in my desk.

  “God there is nothing like your pussy. And if anything your body is more amazing than it was the first time we were together.”

  He spoke so controlled and eloquently even when he was talking dirty. It was obvious why he was considered the greatest wills and estate lawyer in the state of Florida.

  “You like it so much, why don't you keep it in? I want to feel you. I want your sperm in me. I want your baby. I want what Shawna has,” I said becoming more agitated with each word I spoke. “You know you want it too.”

  That needy side of me. That paranoid side of me. I was always wondering where I stood. The reason was simple. At the end of the day, he belonged to her and his perfect little family. I went back to my condo and told myself he was just waiting for the right moment to leave them behind.

  “Bethany, we've been over this too many times to count,” he said. “I have to create the system here at the firm. Load up the client base. Then I sell and we'll go off together.”

  My judgment was so clouded, I wasn't seeing how that scenario defeated the whole purpose of letting Andrew fuck me. I was climbing the ladder. But my goal wasn't to cash out and go live on an island somewhere.

  I had a larger point to prove and disappearing and retiring rich all sounded boring. Plus I wanted to flaunt my success.

  Of course I was also paranoid because he could have just been leading me on when he had no intention of busting up his family. He knew I was hooked and I knew I was hooked.

  “What if I want to keep being a lawyer and what if I don't want to leave the firm?”

  “Well that would be up to the new boss, now wouldn't it,” Andrew said before taking a final belt off the glass of peppermint Schnapps he'd made himself.

  “None of this works for me Andrew,” I said, coming to my feet after sliding my pants on.

  He said nothing, but I saw him smirk. His facial expression told me I was expendable and he could have given a shit.

  It hurt. But only for a moment.

  I knew from the way he'd put his pants back on after he was done that he wasn't interested in anymore.

  For the first time in our secret relationship, I was relieved this was going to be the only time.

  The fucking holidays. Especially Christmas. Everybody was so into it and how my life “should” have been. It messed with my mind and my emotions. I hated the season more than ever that year. Probably because being the other woman who was screwing the boss to get ahead, felt especially empty and lonely.

  It was all because of damn Christmas. Any other time of year, I wouldn't have been thinking so much.

  *

  It was true that night, and it was true from the very beginning. Andrew knew what was on my mind. When he made a move on me at one of those continuing legal education weekend conferences, he had to know I was be up for it.

  I don't know how? I didn't realize he knew I existed until the afternoon of our first night together.

  I thought he was so sexy the way got up in front of hundreds of lawyers and spoke with such power. He was a bigger man, not a boy, dressed in perfectly tailored clothes. Any woman would have swooned over him. He certainly did it for me. But the fact that he could take me places in that sweat shop of a law firm didn't hurt his chances either.

  I think I fell in love with him those first couple times. I felt like a needy little girl who was having her whims well attended to. He did everything with control and power, including the way he touched me.

  But that Christmas, I needed to get away. Because my feelings for him didn't have a home. I couldn't stand another year hanging out with my well-meaning but simpleton relatives, knowing he was showering Shawna with jewelry and taking her out for an expensive dinner on Christmas Eve.

  Then I just knew they probably came home and fucked.

  I needed an excuse to get away and it was like he knew it too.

  “This is yours. Merry Christmas,” Andrew said dropping it on my desk at nine at night on the last Friday before the holiday. “ I want you to relax about everything and handle this case. It's a biggie with a huge client. Old money people from the Northeast. But the little prince who you'll be dealing with is wanting it to be his new money. Remember, the partner meeting is coming up. I'll take care of you. You're a great lawyer. But you are more than that clearly. Your patience will be rewarded on all fronts.”

  With my office door open, there was a limit of which gestures he could give me. But that confident smile was the one that made my vagina ache the first time he flashed it to me before we made love. And that's the one he gave me as headed out the door.

  I quickly scanned the file like it as food and I hadn't eaten in days.

  It was an engrossing case. But the guy who inherited the money, this Tyler West, sounded like a real nerdy wimp. He was kicking back, living off mommy and daddy, and presumably all their money.

  Even though I would technically be working for his family, I already despised him.

  My direct office phone rang as I furiously jotted notes I'd study on the next morning's plane to Philadelphia.

  The ID showed that it was the Marquez family again.

  The fucking indigent case I agreed to take on. Those people wouldn't leave me alone. It was only a few thousand dollars at issue. Jesus Christ, get a job.

  I just didn't want to deal with it. Not until I completed the Philadelphia deal. On the back end of that would I'd be assured the most one year billed hours of any associate in the firm's history. With the partner meeting taking place right before New Years, I was a lock to have my name on the door as a full partner.

  I let the phone ring until voice mail took over, visions of my name on the stationary dancing through my every thought.

  Chapter4--Tyler

  “I have it Martin. I have it,” I bounded down the ornamental staircase that ran straight from the massive door into the West family castle.

  Standing there was a guy in a dark suit. I knew he was a cop and I knew why he was there.

  I never feared any issues with the law despite my love of edgier night life. Basically I never gave a damn about my reputation. If I did something wrong, I was not going to be one of those rich guys who bought their way to an easy ride.

  I was nothing special. No matt
er how much money I had and no matter how I'd actually made it, I was just like everyone else.

  “Mr. West, I am detective Altobelli, Philadelphia PD. Good day sir,” he said, flashing his credentials.

  “I know why you are here and I know I shouldn't have done what I did detective.”

  “Sir we received a witness complaint that you pushed a man who was soliciting for charities outside the Main Line Super Market last evening. The witness said she recognized you from the CNBC. You were on a financial show?”

  “I did a few of those,” I said, trying not to sound impatient. “But to the point of why you are here. I did push the man. He called me a name when I told him his charity was run by a bunch of thieves.”

  “The Red Cross sir?”

  “Well they are. They skim off the top. Non-profit status doesn't mean the people that work for them don't make way too much money. They never tell the public any of that.”

  I could tell the detective thought I was crazy. He squinted his eyes like he was struggling to make sense of it all.

  “Well be that as it may, I am here about the alleged assault. I wanted to get your version of events”

  “Well I did push him, but not hard,” I said. “I don't regret it. Check my history, you'll see I've done it before to other charity solicitors.”

  He was jotting notes, looking up every few seconds.

  “So you have an issue controlling yourself around people trying to help other people?”

  “No, I have issues when I know that people are taking advantage of the kindness of others,” I said.

  The whole conversation was tiring me out.

  “If you want to arrest me, go ahead,” I said. “I don't have anything to hide and I won't lawyer up.”

  “That will depend on the alleged victim,” I said. “He is thinking it over.”

  I nodded my head. I felt nothing. None of it scared me. If news got out, I would have welcomed the opportunity to explain my feelings on institutional charities to the media. And while I was at it, I'd shed light on the narcissism of rich people who ran charities. And why that behavior was a bad, not good thing for everyone.

  There was so much I wanted to say. And I welcomed everyone in the world thinking I was crazy. In my mind, at least I wasn't a phony.

  It all raced through my mind as I stared at the detective. I worked hard to make sure I didn't fidget or even blink my eyes.

  He slid the notebook into his inside coat pocket and attached his pen beside it.

  “Sir can I ask you a simple question. Personal like?”

  “Shoot.”

  “Why did you do that? It is pretty beneath you. I saw you in the owner's box at the Eagles' game on TV. I know about the “Radiosports” web thingy. You have an impressive background. Why are you getting involved in crap like this? Are you crazy?”

  I didn't react and waited for a count before responding.

  “If crazy means living by my conscience at all times then Yes, I am crazy. Detective I'll pay the just price on this or any other matter. I won't duck anything.”

  “Well I appreciate your time Mr. West,” he said as he turned and struggled to open the big door behind him.

  “Oh, make sure you be real careful out on that bike. This isn't the time of year for that.”

  Him mentioning the motorcyle caught me by surprise. And I was always a hard man to catch off guard.

  If he knew about many of my other extra-curricular activities, there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't know this Altobelli from a hole in the wall, but I knew I hadn't seen the last of him. And I also knew the next time wouldn't have a damn thing to do with some piddly assault complaint.

  I shrugged my shoulders and ran to the closet just off the mammoth kitchen near the attached garage. I needed some air and I needed to wake up. I'd been vegging out in that dank monument to my parent's greed for too long.

  A bike ride on the edge of crazy in the middle of the winter, sounded like a great way to clear my head.

  Chapter 5--Beth

  I loved the downtown Hyatt on Friday nights. They had great drink specials and when I'd meet some of my lawyer friends, it was quiet enough to hear each other talke.

  With the big case assignment in Philadelphia, I had my exit ticket and excuse to not have to be involved in Christmas. Plus it was the big hour job I needed to make the difference when the partners were voting on my worthiness.

  Being away from South Florida was just what I needed, even it mean going to cold, ugly, gross Philadelphia. If I would have stayed in town, I'd have been tempted to drive through Andrew's neighborhood, getting pissed off that we couldn't be together.

  It was about eleven and I was getting ready to leave the Hyatt and home to pack. But like usual, I got another bitter shot of reality as my night cap.

  Andrew was heading to the elevator and with one of our newest associates. Gabrielle was her name. She was this hot little Cuban girl from Little Havana who had gone to University of Miami Law. I thought from moment one she was a total affirmative action hire. I didn't find her overly talented or intelligent.

  But it was clear she knew how to play the game.

  Seeing them together heading into the elevator, made me feel like I wanted to die right on the spot.

  I sat back down at the bar alone and ordered another drink. I lost count how many I ended up having. I closed the place down and staggered the whole way to my car.

  I saw Andrew's Lexus SUV right away. I was so blitzed but somehow I parked next to him with running into anything.

  The next thing I knew it was morning.

  “Don't you have a plane to catch?”

  He looked like he slept the whole night, even though I figured he'd done very little sleeping.

  “What if I tell your wife, you fucking pig? What then?”

  “Then you'll never work in this State again. You know how this all works Beth. Don't play dumb. I mean really. I am not stupid. If I weren't the partner, would I have ever gotten access between those terrific thighs of yours?”

  I couldn't answer. I was so hung over and emotionally whipped from what I'd seen the night before. He took my silence for agreement.

  “That's my girl. I love you. You know that. But you have to do this on your own. Philadelphia is the key. Now go make it happen.”

  I shook my head and drove off, thinking the trip and the whole job wasn't a good idea. For the sake of my self respect. I needed to leave the firm and go get a fresh start.

  But who was I kidding? I was headed to Philadelphia and the Estate of Tyler West. It was all I had. Plus I would have done anything to avoid Christmas.

  *

  “You hurt me. You know that?”

  “Well I make no apologies. It was a one time thing though. She's a sweet little piece, but, but she isn't you. She isn't as talented as you, she doesn't have your “it” factor. You can do this on your own. You are that talented.”

  “How talented is she?”

  “Give it a rest. You think I became a lawyer because I gave a damn about some dead rich guy's estate income tax shelter? I became one because of access. The prestige. You know what the worst feeling is? Knowing no matter what you do when you meet a pretty girl, that you have no chance. But now I don't have to do anything but ask. That's the reason I do what I do.”