by Crissy Smith
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The Favour
ISBN # 978-1-907280-23-8
©Copyright Crissy Smith 2009
Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright October 2009
Edited by Jess Bimberg
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Corporate Wolves
THE FAVOUR
Crissy Smith
Dedication
For everyone who accepts others with an open mind and heart,
no matter how different they are.
Chapter One
Annabelle Scott nervously ran her hands over her grey knee-length skirt as the elevator took its time taking her up to the top floor.
She’d only gotten the message that her boss wanted to see her minutes ago. Unfortunately her co-worker Justin Black had thought it would be funny to see her rush so she didn’t keep the top man waiting.
She wasn’t nervous about meeting with her boss about work, knowing that she did her job well. Since she’d joined the company over a year ago, the accounting department had run smoothly. Nothing like the mess she’d had to clean up when she’d arrived.
No, she was unsettled over the thought of being in close contact with her boss. Ever since the day she’d interviewed with him, she had been hiding a secret desire for him.
It was not proper in the business world and more unlikely to ever happen. She wasn’t a size two. While her friends had told her she was pretty, she knew she was nothing compared to the drop-dead gorgeous woman Matthew ‘Mac’ McCoy seemed to like on his arm.
Then there was the problem with his right-hand man. While Mac was tall, dark, and handsome, his vice president, Trevor King, was muscular, blond, and blue eyed. The two of them together were potent. And every woman’s wet dream. Every time she ran into one man, he was with the other. Her hormones couldn’t take much more.
The elevator chimed, letting her know that she had reached her destination, and Annabelle flicked her hair from her eyes and took a deep breathe.
Stepping onto the thick tan carpet she felt her heel dig in and tried not to trip. What would her boss think if he saw her sprawled out over the floor? Her lips lifted in a smile at the thought.
“Ms. Scott,” her boss’s secretary greeted as Annabelle walked towards her desk.
“Hi Mary,” she returned. She liked the older woman and had from the moment she met her.
“He’s waiting for you,” Mary told her with a smile.
Glancing at her watch, Annabelle frowned. She wasn’t late yet.
“You’re not late,” the other woman confirmed. “He’s just in a mood today.”
“Okay thanks,” Annabelle responded distractedly. She really didn’t want to see her boss in a bad mood.
Annabelle stopped at the entrance of his office and looked in on him. He sat bent over his computer keyboard, pounding away. Mary was right if the way his fingers flew over the keyboard was any indication he was most definitely not happy. She knocked on the doorframe, not wanting to walk in without permission.
Matt’s head snapped up, and she watched as his golden eyes narrowed. She had never seen that colour before, but it fit him perfectly. Just like everything about him was perfect.
“Ms. Scott, finally.” His deep voice carried to her.
“I’m sorry, sir, but the message did say eleven,” Annabelle reminded him as she stepped inside.
“Yes, I know.” He practically growled at her.
Annabelle bit her lip as she waited for him to talk.
“Sit down,” he ordered, and she scrambled to comply, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. It was only then she realised they were not alone. Trevor King, the vice president himself, sat on the couch across the room working on a laptop set up on the coffee table.
His eyes followed her as she shifted to get comfortable. Her skirt rose up her thighs, and embarrassed, she yanked it back, avoiding his penetrating stare by looking at the man who had called her in.
“I asked you in here because I need a favour.” Matt looked over at Trevor. “We need a favour” He leant back in his chair.
Her eyes dropped as she watched the button down shirt stretch over his pecs. She had to bite the side of her cheek to keep from moaning. She wondered what he would look like without that shirt on. Bare chest and sweaty.
Feeling a blush rush up her neck to her face Annabelle literally shook the thought from her head. What had he said? “A favour, sir?”
His lips quirked, and she had a moment of fear that he knew where her thoughts had been. He moved forward in his chair one more time. “Yes. I am thinking of taking over another company, and I need someone to go through their records and sort it out for me.”
“No problem. If you just send the files to my office, I will start on it immediately.” It was Friday, but what she couldn’t finish today, she could take home with her. It wasn’t like she had big plans for the weekend anyway.
Trevor moved to stand beside Matt, and Annabelle avoided looking at him the best she could.
“Well, here’s the thing. I want to keep this quiet. Very quiet. No one but you and Mary know so far.”
She nodded. That wasn’t so strange in the corporate world. If he decided to buy it, word would get around soon enough; if he didn’t, then no harm done. “No problem. I will be discreet.”
His eyes flashed, but it was so quick that she wasn’t sure she saw anything. What had she said?
“I am sure you can be very discreet,” he agreed, and she wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but his voice sounded lower, huskier. “But this is very sensitive. That is where the favour comes into play.”
Annabelle shifted in her seat. She wanted to scream that she would do anything for him, for both of them. The liquid that was pooling inside her panties was witness enough for that.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Trevor’s nostrils flare, and she wondered briefly if he could smell her arousal. No, of course he couldn’t. She waited for Matt to tell her what the favour was, but they just sat staring at her.
“The favour, sir?”
As if in deep thought, Matt blinked several times before he cleared his throat and spoke. “Yes, well, we’ll be leaving for my weekend place where I have plans that I cannot postpone. I have the files with me.”
Annabelle nodded and waited for him to continue.
“We would like you to accompany us and work on the files over the weekend.”
Annabelle was sure shock showed on her face. A weekend away with the two of them? There was no way she would make it through without giving herself away.
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p; “I know it’s last minute, and you probably already had plans, but I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised.
Oh God, she was going to spend the entire weekend with them.
“Like I said I cannot postpone my plans.”
He was probably meeting a woman out there. That realisation was like a cold splash of water. “I’m sure I can work on it from home and get the information together for you.” There was no way she wanted to see him with his lover.
He shook his head. “Impossible. I need to make my decision before Monday.”
Annabelle sighed. She was a grown woman. She should be able to handle the weekend and her hormones to be able to help her boss out. Even though she had doubts on just how accurate, that was she still agreed. “Sure. I can go with you.”
He flashed her a radiant smile that she felt to her toes. She never thought a woman could climax from just having a man look at her, but she was pretty close.
“Great. I want to leave after work. So why don’t you take a long lunch, pack a weekend bag, and we’ll leave from here?”
Annabelle stood. “Yes, sir. I’ll be ready.” She practically ran from his office, closing the door behind her.
Mac laughed as Annabelle quickly left his office. He could smell her nervousness when she entered, but as she sat in front of him, that wasn’t her scent very long.
Pressing a hand over the erection that made an appearance every time he was close to Annabelle, he closed his eyes and tried to get his body under control.
“She was fucking wet,” Trevor muttered, his voice heavy with need. Mac looked over his shoulder at his friend. “I told you she was the one.”
Trevor adjusted himself. “It’s going to be a long weekend if she doesn’t go for it.”
Mac swivelled his chair to face the other man. “She’ll go for it.” He reached over and grabbed Trevor’s belt, pulling the other man to him. “Now, let’s take care of this.”
With skilled fingers, Mac removed Trevor’s belt, unbuttoned him, and pushed his slacks down. Like always, Trevor wore nothing under his pants.
Griping him by the base of his cock, Mac leant down and licked the drop of pre-cum that had escaped. Trevor moaned and grabbed the back of his head.
“Yes. Suck me deep,” he demanded.
Mac stopped playing and engulfed Trevor’s large cock. Trevor’s hips moved, shoving his shaft in and out of his mouth, and Mac had to reach down and release his own erection.
Both hands now buried in Mac’s hair, Trevor fucked his mouth while Mac pumped his own weeping cock. He stroked himself to the rhythm Trevor set, and soon, his balls tightened and his seed shot out.
Only a moment later, Trevor pushed in deep and released inside his mouth. Mac licked him dry before finally letting him go.
“That was great.” Trevor panted as he leant down and kissed Mac deeply.
Drawing back, Mac winked. “Just think how much better it will be with Annabelle between us as we share her.”
Trevor groaned. “Keep that up and we’ll go again.”
Mac chuckled as he stood to go clean himself.
Chapter Two
Annabelle didn’t think three hours had ever passed so slowly in her life. Being with the two men who haunted every dream she had in the small confines of a car was torture.
When Matt slowed and pulled off the highway, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Almost there,” he told her, looking into the rear view mirror at her.
She smiled and nodded. They’d had good conversation, but every once in a while, it would stall because she was thinking about his mouth and how it would feel on her. Or Trevor’s on hers while Mac licked and sucked on her breasts.
She wanted to ask if they’d be alone or if they would have other company, but she wasn’t sure how to say it without sharing her thoughts. If they had a woman there, than she would just stay in her room the entire time.
Ten minutes after pulling off the highway, they came to a gated community. A security guard waved from a stand as the gates opened. Both men waved back and they drove the vehicle through. Annabelle even managed to send him a smile. A weekend house that was in a gated community? She knew her boss had money but…wow.
“My house is in the back of the territory.” He pointed ahead.
“Territory?” She had never heard it put that way.
“Community.” He shrugged. “Trevor and I grew up here, and everyone is pretty friendly.”
They grew up here? Then that would mean that their family…
Trevor finished her thought for her. “My parents and sister still live here along with other extended family. Mac’s too.”
Annabelle was pretty sure she paled and was glad to be looking out the window so Trevor couldn’t see. It sounded like a pretty big family. Not having a family at all, Annabelle was more nervous about possibly meeting them than her sexual attraction to the men— almost.
“You’ll meet them all tomorrow.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. Maybe she could just stay in her bedroom all weekend and hide from everyone.
Trevor could feel the unease in Annabelle as he spoke about his family. Brushing it off as meeting-the-parents jitters, he pointed to the house up on the right. “That’s it.”
Annabelle sucked in a breath, and he smiled. They had the house built when he sold his first company and went to work with Mac. It was his pride and joy. He couldn’t wait until they found their mate and spent more time there instead of the city.
Mac pulled in front of the house, and Trevor noticed immediately that his mother had been by. Fresh flowers sprinkled were along the walk that hadn’t been there last month.
Getting out of the car, he turned and opened Annabelle’s door for her. Her mouth had dropped open as she stared up with wide eyes.
“This is it,” Mac told her as he came around her car.
She turned to look at him. “This is your weekend house?”
He shrugged and looked over at Trevor. “It’s ours. Come on and look around.”
Trevor took a deep breath, bringing in the woods, the water, all the sounds and smells he had grown up with teasing his senses. A were-shifter, especially a wolf, needed a pack. It had been hard to move away from his family, but necessary.
He turned back towards Annabelle. She looked beautiful standing in the driveway, the wind pulling strands of her blonde hair from the twist she had it in. His fingers itched to let her hair fall and feel it over his body.
Plenty of time for that, he told himself and tried to will his body under control.
“Behind us is a small creek. The water is too cold now to swim in, but in the summer, it’s wonderful,” Mac interrupted his thoughts.
Trevor looked over at him and received a heated look from Mac, showing him that his lover knew what had been inside his mind.
Annabelle turned, and Trevor felt his cock jump as she licked her lips. “It’s beautiful here.”
“It is. I like getting away from the city. Coming here reminds me of the important things,” Trevor agreed.
She nodded and looked towards the house.
“Let’s show you inside. I’ll come back for our bags.” Trevor placed a hand on the small of her back and felt electricity through his fingertips. She gasped, proving she wasn’t unaffected either.
Unlocking the front door, Trevor was glad his mother had aired out the house. The scent of the outside drifted through the large space.
“It has three bedrooms, all upstairs. Down here, we have the living room, dining room, kitchen, and a gym.” He didn’t want to stop touching her so he twined his fingers around hers as he showed her around. He felt his heart swell with hope when she didn’t pull her hand from his.
“Feel free to make yourself at home,” Mac said from behind them.
Annabelle looked back at him as she finally pulled her hand from Trevor’s. “Thank you. But if you show me the guest room, I’ll unpack and then go to work.”
Trevor didn’t want her to. He wanted to take her upstairs and spend hours worshipping her body, and he knew Mac did too. But she needed time to get comfortable with them.
After showing Annabelle the bathroom where she could wash up, Trevor left her in the guestroom. Between the two of them, the men grabbed all of the bags in one load. Their briefcases were left on the kitchen table along with Annabelle’s bag, and the men’s weekend bags were dropped in the room they would be sharing. She had a lot of surprises in store for the weekend, Trevor thought, chuckling to himself.
“She shouldn’t be in the guest room,” Mac complained as he unpacked his bag.
Trevor looked over at him. “Hopefully she won’t be there long.”
“We could just tell her. Lay it all out and see how she reacts.”
Trevor walked slowly to his frustrated man and wrapped his arms around him from behind. “And she will run for the nearest town.”
Mac sighed, and Trevor moved his hands down the other man’s chest. “I’ll take care of you until she can join us.”
Mac turned his head and nibbled Trevor’s neck. “Now?”
Trevor would love nothing better than bend Mac over the bed and shove his dick inside, but he knew that Annabelle would start wandering the house. “Soon,” he promised.
Mac groaned, but stepped out of his embrace. “Okay, then let’s go find our girl.”
Annabelle stood with her back to the door, looking out the window down into the lake when Trevor stepped into the guestroom.
Silently, he moved forward and placed her bag on the bed. Once behind her, he once again had to touch her.
Gently he clasped his hands on her shoulders and pressed against her back. “At night you can see the moon shine and the stars from the window. It is a beautiful sight.”
She trembled under his touch before turning. “I can imagine.”
