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he said, kissing those thick pink lips against
my knuckles. Then he waved the host away to help me sit.
    When he sat across from me, we ordered
drinks and then met each other’s eyes. I was feeling warm all over.
He had this sultry, sensuous stare that made me flush from my head
to my toes.
    Dammit! I have to change my underwear yet
again.
    Pushing away my sexual need, I began to
focus on business. I answered all of his questions along with
relaxing conversation. I garnered a few things about him in the
process. He was thirty-six, president of his family’s business,
divorced, with two children - one of which was heading to college
in a couple of years (he said this gratefully).
    We laughed and I found myself very attracted
to this man. When our dinner was over, I knew I had to get back to
the office. But I could tell he didn’t want me to leave, so I
called the office and asked Lisa to adjust some conference calls
and a late appointment.
    “A man named Mr. Patrick called,” Lisa said.
“He said he was referred to you by your business card.”
    I frowned, not really catching the name.
“Can you forward his information to my palm?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    After I hung up, Mack asked while licking
his lips hungrily, “You didn’t move your schedule around for me,
did you?”
    “That depends. I don’t mix business with
pleasure, Mr. Jackson.”
    “So when do you get off work?”
    I laughed, loving his teasing nature. “That
all depends on when you are finished with business.”
    He checked his watch. “Let me make some
calls and refresh myself. I can meet you outside in a couple of
minutes.”
    “Should I call my company car to pick me
up?”
    “No. I could take you back to your office.
If you don’t mind?” His eyes danced.
    I nodded, feeling the moisture increase
between my thighs.
    When he left the table, I signed the receipt
and then went to the bathroom to refresh myself. I didn’t know what
to expect from him and I was almost nervous.
    He was fine! Past fine and damn if he wasn’t
overly successful. I’d love to have him wrapped around my
finger.
    I stepped outside a few moments before him.
His gray Benz limousine pulled up and we sat in the back. Soon as
the door closed, Mack asked, “Since you don’t mix business with
pleasure, I assume kissing you would be crossing the line?”
    “It would be,” I said, smiling
mischievously. “If it meant kissing you would garner that account
our company wants.”
    “I was going to give you the account because
you’re damn smart and because if Earl has a team of you, then I
know I’m in good hands. Kissing me would have nothing to do with
the decision I make concerning your company.”
    I liked that response.
    Leaning over, I kissed him with so much
passion that even I was amazed. Yeah, I was definitely turned
on.
    He pulled me into his lap to straddle his
waist as our tongues circled each other. I tilted my head to feel
more of his ravaging my mouth. One moment I thought the breath was
being sucked out of me. The next moment I was breathing in too much
air.
    He was touching my body, revving me up some
more. I wanted whatever he had to offer.
    Somehow we maneuvered our clothes out the
way. Then there was nothing between my heaven and his shaft to
impale inside of me, except a rubber. I was glad he had one,
because I had not brought any with me.
    It was feeling glorious. Or was it just the
need to release a lot of sexual tension? Either way, I was a sex
vixen, riding his thick rod like I hadn’t had dick for centuries. I
think I came when he first entered me. My muscles clasped around
him so tight that he cursed like I was choking the life out of
him.
    “Damn sweetness,” he hissed, sweating and
breathing heavily. “Oh shit!”
    I like it when they talk.
    I rode him real good, feeling my thick
juices coat him, loving the friction our bodies made. I vibrated
repeatedly as I orgasmed multiple times all over his manhood.
    He threw his head back, clutched my