Page 67 of Executive Decision

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Cal

At the third winery, we were treated to wine amid fruit bushes. Daphne immediately decided to thwart less-than-stellar wine and beelined it for the berry baskets the owners offered. I could see the wheels turning as she went to hunt blueberries on her lonesome. She needed a break. I saw an opportunity and followed her with a basket into the field.

It took me a minute to find her. She loaded her basket with blueberries.

“I knew I’d find you out here,” I said.

Daphne said. “Blueberries are the best, okay? The Riesling was a grave disappointment, however.”

I tasted a berry. “So, how do these rate?”

“I prefer the ones at our farmstand.”

“You’re quite the critic, Ms. Delphine.”

“I know better. Can you blame me? Why drink shitty light beer when you can drink Blanc de Blancs?”

How she pursed her lips made me want to do everything to her. Why did she tempt me so much when she looked like this and spoke her mind so freely?

“I would only want the best champagne if I could have it.”

“And why can’t you, Cal?” Daphne slowly ate a blueberry, never dropping eye contact.

“You tell me, Daphne,” I growled, pulling her towards me.

She gazed at me, green eyes boring into my soul.

“You really cannot resist me, Daph,” I ran my thumb over her chin and lower lip.

As if out of a fantasy, Daphne took my hand, sucking my finger. Now, rock hardin public, I knew better than to do anything. I also wanted to fuck her and wasn’t going to have an easy time beating down my impulse to run her off to any place at all.

Daphne let my finger go. “You’re hard, Cal, aren’t you?”

I pressed her hand against my erection. “Yeah. You did that. You’re just going to torture me?”

“Cal, we’re in public!” Daphne scoffed, pulling her hand back. “This is fun, but?—”

I pulled on the hem of her dress, running my hand up the outside of her thigh. I whispered sweetly, “You don’t want me—not at all.”

She replied, “The vision of you eating me out on the kitchen island lives in my mind rent-free, but that’s not what we’re?—”

She grew speechless as my fingers rubbed the side of her lacy panties.

I kissed her now, delighting in the vibration from her slight moan as I pulled her panties aside. She played coy, but the option to get off always won out with Daphne. She was easy to please and desperate for more.

“You want to cum on my fingers, baby?” I whispered.

“Yes,” Daphne panted as I slipped two fingers, then three inside. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“You’re a bad boy.”

“And you’re a naughty girl, Daphne.”

Her head fell back as my fingers dipped inside her, the same thumb she’d sucked on moments before slapping against her clit with every thrust. Daphne’s hips couldn’t have pressed harder against mine. I ran my left hand down her hips to her ass, allowing her to brace against me. She moaned louder.

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