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“Kitten, I’m going to need you to be very quiet. If not, I will stop, leaving you more frustrated than ever. Understand me?” I say into her ear while stuffing the panties in her mouth.

She nods and bites down. Her chest heaves up and down. You can almost smell her excitement. Dropping to my knees, I place my tie across my shoulder and kiss her sweet pussy. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I lick, savoring her sweet honey-like taste.

Once again, she’s putty in my hands. I feast, licking and sucking every inch, paying close attention to her clit. She breathes loudly but doesn’t dare make a sound above that. As much as I want to take my time and prolong her pleasure, I know I can’t. It won’t be long before Dorin comes looking for her.

Soon her hips buck against my face. She holds the back of my head as her legs shake and her juices spill to the floor. I stop only after she pulls away and relaxes. Looking up at her, her head is against the wall and her eyes are closed. Removing her leg from my shoulder, I kiss her pussy once more before pulling her skirt down and standing to my feet.

“You did so good, kitten.” Removing the panties from her mouth, I slip them into my pocket then rub her jaw with my thumb. “How do you feel?”

“Relaxed.” She giggles. “Can I have my panties?”

“Later. I want you to think of me every time you feel the slickness between your thighs.” I kiss her before turning and walking away.

Toner in hand, I quickly make my way from the supply room almost running into a fast-moving Dorin as she rounds a corner.

“Got it.” I hold the toner high as her eyes shift to my tie, still positioned over my shoulder.

“Oh geesh, how’d that get up there?” I laugh, pulling my tie down as I pass her.

Chapter Eight

Bobby

Hours pass, and the heated meeting rages on. Screaming and cursing can be heard throughout the floor from behind the conference room’s closed doors. I hate this for Shayla, but I know she’s a darn good lawyer who can handle her own just fine. After texting her my address, I head home to prepare dinner.

“Good evening.” I bow my head.

“Hello.” She smiles.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” Stepping out of the way, she walks in. “Let me help you.” I take her bags and help her out of her blazer then place them in a nearby chair as she sighs a breath of relief, stepping out of her stilettos.

“Hungry?” I walk to the kitchen.

“No,” she states from the living room. “I’m just here because you have something of mine.”

“You have to eat,” I snicker, making my way back to her with drinks in hand. “It’s dinner time after all.”

“Why do you have all these toys?” she asks, taking the drink from me.

“These are not toys.” I shake my head. “These are collectable figurines, some older than us.”

“But why?” She picks up one of my prized pieces.

“Hey, don’t touch.” Taking it from her, I place it back in its rightful spot. “Why not?” I shrug.

“Are you one of those comic book guys?” She takes a sip. “What is this?” She looks at the glass.

“White wine spritzer.” I smile widely. “Much better than tequila. Ack.”

She shakes her head while smiling widely at me.

“What?” I chuckle.

“You’re like night and day.” She laughs.

“What do you mean by that?” I put my hand on my hip.

“You’re always so happy-go-lucky. Nothing seems to bother you. There’s always a smile on your face. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say a negative word, and you collect toys.” She pauses.

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