Page 29 of Handling the CEO

“I thought so until now,” I sigh. “I knew Miranda was not actually involved much in her upbringing. Tae had a really great nanny growing up who basically raised her, but she retired a few months back, as to be fair she was getting a bit too old to be babysat. I know she’s usually left alone, and I try to get as involved as I can, but it was hard when they were living in New York.”

“Well, at least you can get to see her more now that they are in Florida,” she echoes my previous statement and I nod.

Dahlia frowns more and more as we approach the basement, not having found whatever she was trying to locate. We get to the IT department and realize I haven’t been there in a while, ever since we had a proper IT team on site, not just offshore tech support and a weekly equipment van coming to give people new laptops and all that. Despite the brooding ambiance, it looks akin to a gamer heaven, just missing gaming chairs and neon lit computers.

I have a feeling DJ may be enjoying it.

“Hm, I really hope it’s not here. I would love to avoid getting framed for something I didn’t do,” she mutters and starts opening doors around the area. “Hm, nothing here either.”

“Let’s try the second basement level,” I suggest, knowing that its existence is not very popularized. “You can only get to it using the stairs, so we don’t have any desks there, as it’s not accessible for people in wheelchairs. I don’t think I’ve been there in years.”

“Second basement? Didn’t know there is one—also that doesn’t sound ominous at all. You might as well say ‘let me show you my murder room,’” she comments.

“Yes, it’s where we bury the bodies of our enemies and plan to take over the world,” I joke, but she looks like murder—pun intended.

We get to the bottom of the stairs and find an open area full of old furniture and kit, computers from 30 years ago, boxes full of wires, and equipment better off in a museum or a dump.

“Now, this is more like it!” She sighs in bizarre contentment and starts rummaging, picking up boxes, and moving the old kit from place to place, but seemingly being careful to put everything as she found it.

“This would have gone a bit faster if you would have told me what we are digging for,” I point out.

“Good things come for those who wait.” She smirks at me, winking. “THERE!” She screeches and pulls a sheet from over a desk and does the ‘the price is right’ award showing gesture.

“Here we go Jon, how your information gets out and your phone bill is through the roof… here it is... a good old… fax machine.”

Indeed, a gray machine, ‘fresh’ design from the 90s, sits on the desk. It’s clearly well maintained, with an old-style corded phone receptacle on the side.

“The sheet cover-up was a pretty silly giveaway—if I were hiding it, I would have just dropped a bunch of old laptop chargers on top of it, making it look like junk.” DJ looks around the desk and checks the connections on the fax and starts to write down on her phone the previously used numbers.

“I don’t suppose they would have called Miranda’s home landline, but I’ll get my PI to check it out,” I volunteer. “I also don’t suppose you could install some cameras here so we can see who our classic technology user is?”

Hearing of surveillance equipment potential, a wicked smile lights up her face. Which triggers a grin on mine and I drag her to me.

“Well, Avril, I see you are quite excited to do some spying,” I murmur in her ear as I start lifting her skirt, touching her ass. DJ draws her breath in sharply as I move my hands toward the front, and run my fingers up and down her leg, getting to the apex of her thighs, where I find her wet already. “Soaked for me?”

“I’ve been drenched ever since you picked Princess Peach,” she whispers against my neck, licking and nipping, as I continue touching her pussy, spreading her wetness over her folds, caressing her mound with my fingers.

“You want to touch my pink pearl?” She grins at me and makes me laugh. “Maybe penetrate me with your giant phallus?” Dahlia continues the trashy romance novel commentary.

“I’ll give you a thorough penetration skater girl, don’t worry!” And shove two fingers in her channel without warning.

DJ gasps and leans against me more, holding onto my biceps, panting as I drill her slowly, while gently biting her ear. “Also, thank you for confirming I have a giant phallus,” I tell her. She shudders in laughter and moves away from me, taking the hand that was partially in her just a moment ago.

“Come on, humble romance hero, let’s find somewhere less ‘scene of the crime’ so I can see what your phallus can do.” She moves and I follow, watching the swish of her skirt as she goes up the stairs to the IT department.

She does not turn on the lights, just leads me to the couch someone brought in there, and sets me down. The fluorescence of the drink’s fridge behind her lights her silhouette, and I gasp as she slowly unzips the back of her dress and lets it drop. Stepping out naked, a nymph with perfect breasts and hips made just for me, kneels down in front of me, conquering queen.

I lean forward and put my hands in her hair and let it loose, waves of darkness falling over her beautiful skin. DJ takes the helm of my shirt and lifts it, but immediately after I take it off, I lift her and set her astride on my thighs, naked pussy rubbing against my hard cock still covered by my shorts. She moves her hips over me, and I draw a nipple in my mouth, sucking it and gently grazing it with my teeth.

“Shit Jon, do that again,” I get instructed and definitely have no problem following that order, feeding on her other tit, feeling her hardened peak with my lips, directing her hips with my hands to move faster as she straddles me.

Her arms on my shoulders are keeping her anchored when I lift her to lower my shorts. I manage to get my wallet and dig out a condom, break the wrapper and roll it on my erection and I guide her back down.

My breath hitches watching her sink on me, tingles and shivers all over my spine, fascinated by the shape of her body lit from the blue LEDs behind her. When I move my eyes to hers, I see the fire in DJ’s brown orbs elevated into incandescence, amazement and something more, which I know she can find in my expression as well, as the beautiful woman in front of me smiles at me.

When she is fully seated on my cock, she pauses for a second, taking me in as I do her, then she brings her mouth to mine. I kiss her deeply, sparks flying between us as she starts to move on me, riding me slowly at first.

Painfully slow, moving up and down my length, she drives herself on me as I hold her, digging my fingers into her plump ass. The feeling of her hot wet cunt gliding over me is unmatchable. Breaking our kiss, Dahlia puts her hands back, holding herself on my knees, and moves faster and faster, panting. I am mesmerized by watching her slit covering my dick, glazing it with her wetness repeatedly. I circle her clit with my finger, synchronized with her runs, and I feel her breath catching as her pussy starts clenching, strangling my shaft as she peaks all over me, drenching me in her release.

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