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Cynthia
here?”
    One arm dropped to his side, and the other ran
fingers through the soft tendrils on his head. His gaze never
wavered. “Who’s Cynthia?”
    “ Nicole, but I guess her real name
is Cynthia. Whatever it doesn’t matter. Why was she
here?”
    “ She’s part owner of Ohio Live,
remember? Normally her husband takes the meetings, but with him
being out the country, she filled in.”
    I didn’t care how gentle those hazel eyes
willed me to believe him. I wasn’t convinced. “So it just happens
that we run into this woman in Vegas, and now she’s all into
meeting with you?” My nostrils flared, and the raging bull inside
of me huffed.
    “ Yes.” His face scrunched. “Hold
on. You don’t think that I…that we…no. Never.” He pulled me into
his arms for a second try.
    The warmth of his arms around me gave me
pause.
    “ My door remained open while she
was here, as it does for any female besides my lovely wife. If you
need verification, feel free to call Marla. Her number is in my
phone.” His head lowered, resting comfortably at the base of my
collar bone.
    The temperature of my blood gradually simmered.
I should have known better. “I’m sorry.”
    His hands traced the outline of my arms,
sending a tingling sensation down my spine. “It’s okay. Seeing you
upset is actually a turn on. You came in guns blazing.” Daniel’s
tongue trailed the nape of my neck. “Now I ask again. Why are you
here?”
    His mouth found mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle,
but aggressive. He lifted me off the ground and carried me to the
wall. My back rammed hard against it, shaking the clock. Hurried
hands pushed my skirt back and moved my thong to the
side.
    My fingers tugged at his zipper and belt buckle
until his slacks fell to the floor. His manhood stood out, large
and proud.
    With my one leg wrapped around his waist, he
entered me.
    “ Ah,” I moaned at is abruptness.
Palming his ass, I pushed him in, urging him in deeper.
    He rocked me against the wall. Daniel attacked
my mound, putting an end to the battle I started. He drilled inside
me, pushing me over the edge.
    “ Oh my! I’m about to come!” I
cried.
    “ That’s right. Come for me. Does
this dick feel like it’s been in someone else?” His eyes darkened
in lust.
    “ What?” He’d never spoken to me
this way.
    He pulled out slow then came back at me
hard.
    “ Answer me.” Daniel grabbed my
hands and held them above my head.
    “ No. I know you haven’t been with
anyone else.”
    One arm around me and he carried me to his
desk. My back adjusted to the hardwood beneath me as he spread my
legs wide. His eyes gleamed as he licked his lips before diving in
face first.
    Daniel nipped and tugged on my bud. My juices
spilled over. “Oh.” My body tensed.
    He lapped faster. “This is my pussy. All my
pussy!”
    “ Yes, baby, it’s yours!”
    “ Raise your leg.” He didn’t wait
for me to comply. My husband tossed the left one over his shoulder
and stood to enter me again.
    His thumb massaged my clit while he thrust in
me. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body quivered and pulsated
beneath him.
    He grabbed my shoulders and pushed in as far as
he could. Harder and faster, he pumped inside. “Aargh!” His body
tensed.
    My vaginal walls gripped him, thrusting as his
hot liquid spilled out and my body released its own. Spent, Daniel
collapsed on top of me.
    Heartbeat to heartbeat, our bodies calmed.
Pants echoed around the room.
    “ What was that?” I smiled at
him.
    “ Make up sex.”
    “ Sheesh. If I’d had known it would
be like that, I would have started a fight a long time ago.” I gave
him a coy grin.
    We had another long passionate kiss before
cleaning up and heading out. The night was young, and today still
was date night.
     
     

Chapter
Thirteen
     
    “ Jen!”
    My head jerked in Kathy’s direction. She stood
in my doorway. “What? And why are you yelling?”
    “ Your meeting. You need to get over
to the King Tower.