Chapter Seventeen

Zoe POV:

Dating Philip MacArthur was better than I imagined. Who knew Philip MacArthur could be an amazing boyfriend?

We continued to stay on a low, I couldn't even tell Will and Dani that we were dating. I was going to tell them eventually. The only people who knew were Amy, Aunt Emilia, Mark, and Henry.

Henry seemed to be the happiest when we told him.

"Philip has never brought a girl home. It's nice to see that he finally got serious with his love life,” Henry had said.

We continued to go on dates in private places, anywhere away from peeking eyes. As promised, we went on a ride in yacht, it was the best feeling ever.

At work, we tried our best to keep it strictly work but we couldn't stay away from each other.

I was arranging some files when the intercom buzzed.

"What excuse are you going to give this time, Philip?" I asked him.

"I have no excuse this time, I'm out of them," he replied.

"Do you need my help, boss?" I switched back to work tone and I could imagine him rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I do. I need you to help me with this. Come to my office," he replied in his bossy tone.

"Give me a minute, sir."

"You have two seconds," he said and ended the call. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

I knocked on the door and waited for his response.

"Get the fuck in, Zoe," I heard him say and I almost burst out laughing.

I went in and found him sitting on his desk with his arms crossed, smirking.

"Do you really need my help or you're just pulling my legs?" I asked.

"Of course, I need your help. Lock the door and come here," he ordered, and I obliged. There was no way I could argue, he was still the boss. Whatever he wanted to do, I was down for it.

Philip held my waist and kissed my neck. His hands went down to my butt cheeks, and he squeezed them. "I missed you," he whispered into my ears.

"You saw me like an hour ago," I reminded him.

"That's way too long."

Philip arched my neck and captured my lips. He fondled my breast as he kissed me deeply. He began to open the buttons of my blouse one by one. Soon, my blouse was gone, so was my bra, leaving my boobs exposed for him.

"Try not to moan too loudly. I know I make you hit the high notes," he said smugly, and I rolled my eyes.

He spanked my butt. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Or what?" I smirked.

"Roll your eyes and see what I'm going to do."

I was curious to know what he was going to do, so I rolled my eyes.

"Challenge accepted," he said, and his mouth enveloped one of my nipples as he played with the other.

He found the zipper of my skirt and pulled. Soon, my skirt was off me, my panties followed suit.

"I prefer you without clothes," he said as he stared long and hard at my body. He held my waist and pulled me closer until my nipples pressed against his chest.

Philip kissed me again and my eyes found his belt as we kissed. I loosened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. I dipped my hands into his trousers until I found what I was looking for. I ran my hands over his entire length, and he moaned into our kiss. "Take your shirt off," I told him.

"I'm in charge here," he reminded me.

I smirked. "Why is my hand on your dick then?" I asked as I ran my thumb slowly over the tip of his dick, caressing it. I watched him struggle as he tried not to roll his eyes.

"I'm going to pay you back for this and for rolling your eyes at me."

"Whatever." I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. I enveloped his nipples with my mouth, just like he did with mine, he kneaded my bum as I did so.

Philip took off his trousers and his briefs. He lifted me and placed me on the table.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked. The last time, he had told me to get some contraceptives because he couldn't do it with a condom. This was out first time having sex without a condom.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Good." He smiled. "Keep your voice down, okay. That would be hard but try."

He settled at my entrance and teased it while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I almost passed out from pleasure. "Philip," I moaned loudly and palmed my mouth as he continued to torture me.

Philip smirked. "I haven't even started yet."

He entered me, but not fully and pulled out. "Philip, please." I found myself begging.

"Please what?"

"Stop teasing, just fuck me already," I begged.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said.

He entered me again, this time a little deeper than before and I moaned in relief and pleasure. He pulled out again. "Philip," I whined, and he burst into laughter.

"Be patient, baby girl."

He rubbed my clit in circular motions and proceeded to insert two fingers inside me. I moaned softly. He pumped his fingers in and out of me rapidly and stopped just when I was about to orgasm. I pouted at him, and he laughed.

"Your pussy is so greedy. It squeezed my fingers and didn't want to let go."

"Philip, stop," I begged.

He pulled my nipples. "Stop what? This?"

"Stop teasing," I said.

He settled at my entrance and entered deep inside me in one swift motion. I arched my back and my eyes rolled in pleasure. He began to move slowly, and I was a moaning mess. His thrusts were deep and hard, pausing in between.

"Fuck," he groaned as he increased his pace.

"Philip," I moaned loudly and palmed my mouth, muffling my moans as he rammed in and out of me. Sex with Philip got better every damn time.

Soon, he found my spot.

"Fuck, right there," I moaned.

Philip continued to hit my spot continuously and tension began to build up in my stomach.

"I'm going to cum," I cried.

"Wait for me, baby," he said between gritted teeth.

One final thrust was all it took to have me climaxing, my legs began to shake vigorously. Philip followed suit and kissed me, drowning our moans as we rode to cloud nine.

We both laid there, basking in the aftermath.

"Fuck," Philip moaned. I felt him begin to get hard again. "One more time?"

"Sure," I replied and laid back, ready for him to take me on another ride with him.

"I could make love to you all day," Philip said after the final round. "But we both need to get back to work."

"I've had too many orgasms, I don't think I can work," I said as I laid on the table, feeling numb but wanting more.

"Come on, baby. Let's get back to work. You've been gone for too long. They're probably wondering where you are."

Philip helped me up from the table. My legs were still shaking from the numerous orgasms. Philip cleaned up, dressed me up and arranged my hair. He tapped my ass before he sent me back to work.

I went back to my office and plopped down on my swivel chair. Sex had never been this good.

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Philip POV:

It was a Sunday evening. Zoe and I were on a date on my yacht.

"Let's go on a vacation together," I said.

"What about work?" Zoe asked.

"We would say it's a business trip," I smiled mischievously.

"We can't do that. We can't stay away from work for our own pleasures," she said.

"You're beginning to sound like me," I teased.

"Well, I guess your work attitude is rubbing off on me."

"What else is rubbing off on you?" I asked.

"I'm beginning to act a bit bossy nowadays and that's your fault," she pouted.

"You're going to own a company someday, so you need to start training now. What do you want to do? Tell me, what are you passionate about?" I asked.

"Culinary Arts. I want to own a restaurant someday, but I need to go to a Culinary school first." She replied and I wasn't that surprised, she was a god in the kitchen.

"Wow, that's amazing, I've never heard you talk about that before."

"A lot of people don't know that," she said.

"When do you want to go to a Culinary Institute?" I asked.

"Very soon, when I have the money," she replied.

I nodded. I was going to send to whatever institute she picked whenever she was ready, but I wasn't going to tell her that yet. Knowing Zoe, she was going to decline.

We rode back to the shore but remained in the yacht, making out.

"Your lips get softer by the day," I told her.

Zoe rolled her eyes. "You say that every day."

"I do? Well, I don't remember that."

Just then, I sighted someone hiding behind another yacht with a camera in his hands. "Fuck," I cussed.

Zoe frowned. "Is there a problem?"

"Don't turn around, baby. A photographer is taking pictures of us right now. If I don't stop him now, those pictures will get leaked by tomorrow. Stay right here, okay? Don't move."

"Okay. Be careful."

"Sure."

I stood up without raising suspicion. The photographer noticed that I was coming towards him and made to run and ended up bumping into Mark. What would I do without him?

Wait, why was Mark here?

"Mark?" I asked, surprised. Mark held the petite man firmly.

"Hey, boss."

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I've been watching this guy for a while now. Remember, I told you I had a feeling we were being watched. Well, this guy has been on our tail, and I haven't been able to get my hands on him until today. I knew he was going to come here so I followed him and voila!"

Mark turned to the man. "I know you make a living out of this, but some people like to keep their lives private. So, I'll be needing your SD card or you're going to be in serious trouble, dude."

"You have no right to do this to me? You have no proof!" the photographer argued.

"You have no right to take pictures of people like this. The proof I need is right in your hands." Mark glared at him. "I'll take care of this, boss. Go back to what you were doing."

"Thank you, Mark. For real," I said sincerely.

Mark shrugged. "Just doing my job. Come with me, let's talk about this."

Mark led the photographer away while I returned to the yacht.

"What's Mark doing here?" Zoe asked.

I explained everything to her. "What would we do without Mark?"

"I know, right?"

"How did you two meet?" the ever-curious Zoe asked.

"I don't know how Dad got to know him though. I was a teenager when Dad brought him home and introduced him as my bodyguard. Now that I think of it, that was just an excuse to get me a friend because Mark wasn't trained to be a bodyguard, he only learnt martial arts and boxing since he was a kid. Mind you, he's three years older than me. I was pissed at first because I didn't need anyone following me around but there was nothing I could do. So, Dad sent us both to the same college and we became very close. He taught me most of the fighting skills I know. So, there you have it, the best bodyguard didn't even go through bodyguard training."

"Wow, that's amazing. So, bodyguards get trained? I thought they just have to be big and scary with some fighting skills."

I laughed. "Not all bodyguards are huge, some are way smaller than their bosses. Some go through training, some don't," I explained.

"Hmm…interesting," she nodded.

"I need to teach you how to box and fight a little," I said with a smile.

"No, please. I might ruin my nails."

I threw my head back in laughter. "You'll need it someday. There are crazy people out there."

"They are not going to find me. If they do, I'll use my nails and teeth like a tigress," she growled, and I burst into another fit of laughter.

"You're a clown," I said and pulled her close.

She rested her head on my shoulder. "A beautiful one."

"Damn beautiful!"