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“I’m gonna cum if you do that much more, baby.”

Daphne pulled back, her fingers rolling slowly over the head. “Call me princess. And isn’t that the point?”

“I’d like to savor this,” I admitted. “And still fuck you.”

“You can fuck me in a bit,” Daphne said. “And you’re on bided time with my jaw, Cal.”

“Oh, I… I get that.” I shuddered as she took me back in her mouth. She took me in deeper and deeper. It felt delicious.

“Just like that, princess. I’ll cum like that.”

Daphne increased the intensity of the suction and ran her tongue over the tip of my cock with each bob of her head. She stroked my balls. I couldn’t do more than pull on her ponytail to steady myself as she brought me closer to climax. Was there nothing she couldn’t do well? Maybe she claimed to be sex-starved, but I unlocked the unexpected naughty side of her.

“Oh, fuck. I’m?—”

There was no finishing the sentencing as I came in her mouth. She gagged, then spit me out and wiped the remaining bit away.

“Sorry, I wasn’t… fully prepared,” Daphne grimaced. “I should have told you; I sometimes cannot swallow. It’s…”

She looked for words.

I finished her sentence, tilting her face towards me. “Amazing and I don’t care. Let’s clean up, princess. You’re such a good girl.”

Daphne’s mischievous grin made me want her even more. She stood as I fetched a kitchen towel.

“So, tell me all about your victory,” Daphne said. “And I’ll tell you mine.”

“Does it have to do with that bra?” I snickered.

“No. Well, sort of. I was browsing the lingerie racks when Davey found Dora and me. It got awkward—and I’d suspect it would be muchmoreawkward if he knew my real reason for buying lacey things.”

I grinned and mopped the cum off the floor. “He’d shit a brick, Daph.”

“Well, he told me he’s going to fire the president. He asked me to give him the rest of the quarter. And by then, I know we’ll have our ducks in a row. So, can I meet your guy?”

I took a deep breath. “I will try to make it work.”

“How does it feel to be the Reform Mayor in a machine city?” Daphne gripped my shirt.

“Oh, stop it,” I snickered.

“I will not. I’m proud of you. You outsmarted people who refused to listen or cede power. They endangered the lives ofchildrenand refused to see their errors. You’re trying to fix it. Don’t forget this day. And don’t apologize for the win. It’s a turn-off if you cannot own your success, Cal.”

“Then what is a turn-on?”

“Your ruthless embrace of being a complete badass when it happens, Mr. Mayor,” Daphne said. “Don’t apologize when you nail the landing.”

31THE GUY

Daphne

Cal invitedme to meet his “guy”—saying I should prepare for an afternoon at a horse barn. Slightly confused, I donned a pair of Lanie’s breeches and a polo. I drove to a posh barn in Lake Forest. I wasn’t sure what this had to do with the “guy”, but assumed it was a good cover to keep us out of hot water. My confusion only increased as I reached the barn aisle and saw Cal talking with Chloe as she tacked up a big grey with two bold, big socks.

“Daphne, you made it,” Cal said.

I didn’t greet him with a kiss. I never dared do that in public. It was an odd contrast. I’d been in his bed the morning before, but now we were only friends. Chloe was my sister’s best friend, so I didn’t worry too much. In a way, it made our trysts a little naughtier. If shagging your late father’s business associate and friend was forbidden, being the mayor’s favorite distraction in private didn’t make it feel less cheeky.

“Hey,” I said. “Chloe, who is this?”

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