Page 41 of Matrimonial Merger

I hatched about piece out of the cake and handed it over. I kissed her once more and finally got her to sit down and take a minute. She scarfed down her two pieces of cake and finished mine off before I could. In the end, I wasn’t much for cake, so it was fine.

“I love the strawberry filling,” Daphne said. “You did well.”

“I am glad it met your expectations.”

“It was beyond. Well done, Mayor Markham. Another smash hit.”

I leaned over, kissing her slowly.

“Oh, take me home already,” she groaned. “I cannot handle it. I want to jump your bones.”

It surprised me, but I would take it.

“We should say goodbye to everyone.”

“If we do, then it will take forever.”

She was right. “But isn’t it rude?—”

“We’re the newlyweds. It’s our own party. We can do whatever we want.”

“Point taken.”

We notified the planner, who called the car. And we got no further than Michigan Ave before Daphne kissed me—hot and heavy like I was the air she needed to breathe. I still didn’t understand her impulsive side, but I loved it.

“Daph, we should wait,” I chuckled.

“I don’t want to,” Daphne said, calling up to the driver. “Can we put the partition up? And just… drive in circles if we need to—take Lakeshore Drive. Hell, head to Wisconsin if you need to.”

I chuckled. The driver got the drift and Daphne tossed my bowtie aside.

“Daph, where does this side of you come from? Where does bad girl Daphne live? And why am I so lucky to see her this evening?”

“I love you. And I want every bit of you. Plus, I found out from Chloe that you’re taking me to Hawaii and I’m a little horny just thinking about it.”

“Fucking Chloe,” I said. “Let’s not talk about Chloe.”

“Fair,” Daphne said. “Just think about getting me off.”

“Daphne—”

“That’s not my name right now,” Daphne growled, pulling her dress up. She guided my hand up her thigh until it was past the point of no return.

“Daphne, you aren’t wearing any panties.”

“As you know full well you love.”

“God, I love you. Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” I played with her wet clit.

“Yes,” Daphne gasped. “Don’t fucking stop until you’ve gotten me off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Andthatwas how I managed to get Daphne Delphine off in the back of a limo headed north on Lakeshore. It wasn’t on my bingo card, but as she moaned my name and pulsed around my fingers, I didn’t really want it any other way.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, coming back down. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“And yet, we did,” I said. “But I know you’re going to want to do the same… and I want to wait until we get home.”

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