Page 48 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

Just before noon, Ian dropped Anna off in front of the tall glass building where Devin worked. After stopping at the security desk to ask for directions, she rode the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and stepped out into a large area with windows overlooking the city. A wide hallway led off to the left, and around the corner to the right, a woman sat behind a large desk. She was in her early thirties, attractive, with stylish blonde hair and hazel eyes. Very sophisticated.

She raised her eyebrows when she saw Anna looking around. “May I help you?”

“I’m here to see Devin,” Anna said softly. “Um... Devin Andersen.” She twisted her fingers together and gave the woman a nervous smile.

The woman frowned. “Your name?”

“Anna Perkins.” Anna shifted on her feet. She’d never been in an office building before, and she was beginning to understand why Devin thought it best for her to stay in the Manor. The world was a big, scary place.

The woman arched her brow and looked Anna up and down. “Sit over there. I’ll let him know you’re here.” She motioned to a row of brown leather chairs along one wall.

Anna sat with a straight back and clasped her hands on her knees while the woman picked up her phone and spoke softly. Anna chewed her lip. How did she greet Devin at his office? It wasn’t her Manor bedroom or the Great Hall. Did she call him Devin? My lord? Mr. Andersen?

A moment later, a door opened across the room and Devin appeared, looking especially handsome in his dark suit and powder-blue tie. He approached and Anna jumped to her feet.

“Hello, Baby. Don’t you look pretty today.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Come into my office. We’ll go in a few minutes. I just have to finish something.” He motioned to the doors and Anna hurried into his office. He closed the door behind him.

She paused just a few feet inside. His office was large, with a wall of windows overlooking the financial district of the city. The furniture was dark wood, ornately carved, and heavy looking. In the corner sat a round table with several chairs around it.

Devin pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. His hand slid down to her hips and over her rear. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he tangled his hands in her hair and pressed his mouth firmly to hers. His desire for her was palpable and her body awakened under his touch.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He smiled down at her and traced her cheek with his finger. “You look beautiful. All grown up.”

Anna beamed.

Devin took her hand off his shoulder and slid it down his body to his cock, hard under his suit. “See what you do to me?”

Anna rubbed him over his pants and her body responded to his arousal as he closed his eyes.

“Mmm. That feels good.” He kissed her again and pushed her back until her thighs hit the table. He spun her around and pressed her chest onto the hard surface, pulling her dress up over her hips. “I like the stockings, Anna. Always wear stockings, never pantyhose.”

“Yes, Devin.”

He caressed her ass cheeks, and she moaned as his fingers slid under the straps of her thong and down between her cheeks. She moaned as he caressed her hole before sliding lower, dipping a finger inside her wet folds. He groaned. “So wet, Baby.”

Devin thrust a finger in and out of her several times. She moaned with each thrust and arched her back so he could go deeper. He unzipped his pants and, a moment later, his hard cock pressed against her pussy.

“Please, Devin...” She pushed against him and he thrust into her body with one hard movement. She gasped, but she wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure. “Oh, Devin...”

He chuckled. “You’re so fucking tight, Baby. I like it.” He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, then straightened and grasped her hips. His thrusts grew harder and she winced as he ground her hips into the table. She hadn’t had sex since Sunday morning with Kurt, and having Devin inside her felt amazing. All those little silver balls hitting all the right spots. They really did make a difference.

Anna moaned as he pounded her hard, almost lifting her off her feet with each thrust. Her belly grew tight and tingly and made her gasp. “Devin...”

“Come quietly, Anna. My secretary doesn’t need to hear you.”

Anna pressed her hands to her mouth as the orgasm overtook her. She bit her fist and hissed as she came. Devin stiffened behind her and cursed as he released himself into her.

Devin leaned his forehead onto her back, his elbows resting on the table. Anna panted, her cheek pressed into the wood, squeezing his cock as it softened inside her and making him shiver and chuckle.

Anna smiled as he nuzzled her hair. My beloved Devin. “You smell good,” he murmured, nipping her neck. Then, suddenly he stiffened and straightened. His cock slipped from her body. “Anna, where’s your necklace?”

Anna reached up to her neck, trying desperately to remember what necklace he was talking about. “My... necklace?”

She straightened and turned to see him frowning at her, eyebrows raised, as he zipped up his pants. “The diamond necklace I gave you last week. I told you that you shouldn’t take it off. Where is it?” He pressed his lips together. “I’m disappointed you’ve disobeyed me.”

Anna’s breath caught in her throat as icy fear coursed through her veins. “I...” Anna blinked and then remembered. “Wilhelm cut it off. Kurt wanted me to wear a different necklace to the ballet.” Anna dropped her gaze to the floor and trembled, wincing as she braced for his fury. But it didn’t come.

“Wilhelm has it?”

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