Page 125 of Executive Decision

“About that,” Daphne said. “What is the schedule for the DNC?”

I did a double-take. “I… I can have Sue send it over.”

“Great. I will get you my assistant’s info. You might even just send your daily schedule.”

“Daphne, are we… are you?”

“I am all in, baby. The DNC is happening. I will be there.”

I quickly kissed her, relieved and overwhelmed.

“You aren’t afraid, Daphne?”

“Nah, baby. I couldn’t be. The way you stood by me says it all. You put it all on the line to support me. You didn’t worry about what would happen—other than losing me. I trust you. I want to love you in the light, and I refuse to hide anymore.”

I pressed her back against the bed, her hair waterfalling over the pillow. She stared up with love. Here we were—so in love we couldn’t fight it. Daphne ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me into a kiss that shook me to my core.

I parted Daphne’s legs with my body.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered, going from sentimental to sexy in a hot minute.

I reached up the shirt she wore as a nightgown to pull her panties aside, finding that they were blissfully absent.

“Once more, Ms. Delphine, you have lost your panties.”

“Maybe I’m a bad girl in need of punishment?” She raised an eyebrow and ran her finger down my chest.

I wanted to be inside her but waited. I’d get her good and wet first, then have my fun. Longing to hear her lose herself, I kissed down Daphne’s torso, pushed the shirt up further, and kissed between her legs, soaking up her taste and smell. Her sweet, perfect pussy never tempted me more. Daphne twisted her hands tighter in my hand, bucking her hips against my face desperately.

“God, I love you,” Daphne growled. “Your tongue is so good at this.”

I hoped it was good enough to get her off this time. I pulled back to watch her face as I ran my fingers through her slick wetness, then thrust two inside. The look on her face as I did was sweet as could be.

She bit her lip and moaned my name, stretching the “a” out for a mile. “Oh, Cal!”

I got to work—licking and sucking her clit while my fingers thrusted. She vibrated as I got closer, writhing and growling. Daphne’s unhinged reaction to me always through me over the edge. The woman was beautiful. She was perfect.

“Oh, Cal, I fucking…”

I knew she was cumming. I could feel it.

“Oh, fuck!”

She came, her pussy pulsing and chest rising. “God… I… I love you.”

I tossed my boxers aside and pressed against her. My cock teased her entrance as I took in just how beautiful and delicate she was—even after the screaming and growling. Daphne was a sight to behold.

“I love you,” Daphne moaned.

I kissed her, soaking up whatever energy she had left.

I pinned her hands behind her head. “I love you, too, Princess.”

“Oh fuck. Don’t start that,” she moaned.

I thrust inside her forcefully. Daphne’s eyes rolled back, and she panted. With every determinate thrust, I got another moan. It was rewarding and I couldn’t help but savor the look on her face.

“I’m the only one who can do this,” I said.

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