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Ichoked. "Um," Isaid, my voicecracking. "No hurry."
"Why?" She demanded,looking so muchmore desirable witha firm setto her jawand a defiantgleam in hereye.
"Cum forme, baby. Cumfor me realhard. Just keepfucking that cockwhen you do!"
A smile crossedmy face aswe started tolaugh. We heardSteve yell tous to getour Asses moving.I yelled atSteve and toldhim to holdhis dam panties.Rob and Tinastarted to laughby my remarkto Steve.
Cautiously she turnedaround to seewhat he waslooking at. Herbreath caught inher throat whenshe realized itwas the bikerfrom the parkinglot. His eyesfixed on hers.She felt asharp, unexpected twistof desire inher gut.
They both sighedin completion ashe rested hishead against herbreasts, nuzzling thema little withhis cheek andlips. Her fingerswound their waythrough his hair.
"Sue, you quitefast tonight ah.Only kept uswaiting 15 minutesthis time. Seelah, because ofyou we mightmiss the ladiesnight promotion atZephyr."
Hebroke the kiss,laughing a little.He dragged meoff the couchand onto thefloor into herlap. "Daisy-darling youscared us halfto death. Neverrun like thatagain, promise me.Anna and Inearly called thecops looking foryou."
"Then comewith me."
Iwent back toCathy's room togive her thebad news, butCathy was alreadydressed and wasreaching for hercoat when Igot there.
Withouta word Ihurried out ofthe conference room.My mind reeled.What the hellwas I goingto do? Wasthis job worthdebasing myself withwhatever Mr. Turnerhad in mind?
I grinned ather. "Too bad- think Iwill start oneof these days."
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Daniel Jackson mostcertainly agreed withthe latter statement.It hadn't alwaysbeen like thatthough, oh no.Over the pasttwenty years, Jacksonconsidered that hehad conquered thebusiness and technologicalworld. A seniorVP for amulti national company,he had struggledup the corporateladder from humblebeginnings. He hadthe benefit oflittle formal educationand had workedand schemed hardto attain hiscurrent level ofstatus.
"Anysort of attentionis good, isn'tit? Especially ina place likethis", I replied,
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