Page 84 of Executive Decision

“I plead the fifth,” I snickered.

“Oh, so heisan attorney?”

“Lawyers don’t talk like that, Dora Elizabeth. No, he’s not. You’ll get nothing more from me.”

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Cal

“You better put down your drink,” Daphne said.

She came in like a hurricane—a woman on a mission. Before I knew it, she stripped down to her bra and panties.

“Slow down,” I said.

“I am single-minded and I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Daphne kissed me, unashamed by what I might have described as desperation. It was the type of desperation I could get behind, though. Her hands went straight to my belt, unbuckling it.

She bit my lip and pulled back. “You want my mouth around your cock, right?”

Did I ever!

She unzipped my pants.

“Daph, you don’t have to?—”

“Oh, I will unless you tell me not to.”

“I won’tstopyou, baby,” I confessed. “God, you are… possessed.”

Daphne tossed the dress she’d been wearing aside, revealing the blue-green set of underwear. The bra was barely-there, mostly see-through, and the panties covered little.Damn.

“This is… unexpected.”

“I went shopping,” Daphne kissed me slowly and deeply. “I know what I want, okay?”

“Yes, princess,” I gasped as she ran her hand over my cock through my boxers.

I was rock-hard in anticipation as Daphne freed my cock and dropped to her knees. Holding it in one hand, she looked up obediently but heldallthe power. I wanted to be inside her pretty mouth. I fantasized about it plenty, but now it washere.

“There are rules,” Daphne said. “If you try to push me or thrust into me without my consent, I’m done. Full stop. That’s a hard boundary.”

“I won’t, then.”

I didn’t mind rules. Negotiation was a big part of sex—especially with Daphne.

She licked the head of my cock, keeping her green eyes on mine. I moaned and played with her hair, pulled into a loose ponytail.

“You could take your hair down,” I said.

“It makes all of this more complicated. Trust me.”

I wanted to tell her I never thought about that before. I shuddered as she took me in her mouth—only a bit, then all of me. She went torturously slow, then sped up. I suspected she did that for effect, pumping her hand on my shaft in a beautiful rhythm. I held her head, not forcing it. I needed to believe it was real. She was straight out of a fantasy.

“Daphne, you are… fucking great… at this,” I panted.

She tickled my balls, as if taunting. I threw my head back.

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