Page 7 of Treason's Temptation
“C’mere and I’ll tell you,” I urged.
Her hands slid to my chest, grazing over my clothes as she took them off. As soon as she stepped out of hers, I bent her over the couch and grabbed a condom. Thandie tensed with anticipation, but I could feel the energy radiating off her.
“I like watching you anticipate. You want this dick?”
“Yes, Treason,” she moaned, as I lifted her nightgown, massaging the stripes on her ass.
“What are you willing to do for it?”
My hand smacked her ass, forcing her breath to hitch. She trembled against my fingers curling on her clit.
“Treason,” she whispered, “you can have whatever you want, baby.”
One hand around Thandie’s neck, I guided her waist to let me into her garden. Hitting Thandie long and deep, she yelled my name, reminding me how good it felt. Welcoming each stroke, she’d already broken her number one rule—no politicians.
The daughter of a superior court judge saw us as manipulative liars. Thandie refused to repeat her parents’ toxiccycle, so she’d sworn off anyone close except me. Now, she was making all kinds of wild promises in the name of an orgasm.
“Anything, huh?” I said, voice low, teasing her opening. “If I wanted to spit in your mouth, would you?”
“Yes,” she whined, more eager.
“And if I wanted to watch you get your pussy eaten while you suck dick?”
“Maybe.”
“You’d share your dick?” I groaned, striking her ass.
“No! Fuck, baby, I'm sorry.” Thandie yelped without giving it a second thought.
I fell back on the chair, pulling Thandie with me. Her full-sized breasts angled in my face while she slid down my pole. She started with slow swirls, giving herself time to adjust. When pleasure replaced pain, she found her rhythm, making all my problems go away.
“This dick feels so good I wanna’ keep it to myself.” Thandie gripped my neck, swirling her hips to tighten the chokehold her pussy had me in. “Fuck Treason. We feel so good together.”
I was at her mercy right now, and she knew it, trying to make me cop to shit I wouldn’t say without her riding my dick.
“Tell me you need this pussy, baby!”
I wasn’t a rookie. I knew the shit you said in the bedroom always carried over outside it. Instead, I gripped her waist tightly to slow her down manually. Being led only turned Thandie on more, and now she was so focused on my dick she forgot what she was saying.
Chapter 2
Iwalked into the private lounge that catered to men who thought business was a sport and women were perks. Men like Maddox. I removed my sunglasses and paused at the hostess stand to give her my name.
“Mr. Maddox is waiting for you. Right this way.”
She escorted me to the private dining room, where his cologne greeted me before his hand.
“Navie Dixon,” he sang, enjoying my name on his tongue.
I didn’t smile, but I extended my hand to set a boundary. Men were takers by nature, and they’d already taken enough.
“Thank you for meeting with me.”
He shook my hand, holding it while his thumb grazed my knuckles like this was the start of something romantic.
“I’ve been following The Green Ribbon Project. I love that you focus on women, children, and art. It feels like a lost cause, but you see the value in creativity.”
Of course, he had. The public reports were polished enough to catch the eye of someone like him. Rich people’s favorite way to pretend they cared about the underprivileged was givingdonations. Maddox was no different, reclaiming his seat across from me.
