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we can arrange that, ” Connor joked along, well aware that his boxer-briefs were feeling very constricted at this point.
         Jada laughed at that, a hearty laugh that made her breasts bounce just the slightest. Enough to send Connor over the edge. He either had to have her or he had to get out of that room. The only thing stopping him from bending Jada over right that instant was the thought of Shannon.
         He knew she was a drug addicted lunatic, but she was his first love and that was a hard bond to break. He also knew how cheating affected families. But could it really be considered cheating if Shannon loved cocaine more than Connor's company?
         Connor had to get out of there. No matter how hard he was getting from imagining Jada on her knees.
         "It was great meeting you, Jada! You can go ahead and start, I'll get out of your way."
         "Great meeting you too, Connor! Thanks so much for the job, I really appreciate it beyond anything," Jada said, her gratitude was more than obvious. She made a move to give Connor a hug and Connor could do nothing but accept it. His strong arms circled around her in what would have been a very platonic hug, if not for the fact that Connor's erect cock was balled up and struggling to break free from the confines of his gym shorts. Connor thanked goodness he didn't decide to freeball it today or his erection would have been extremely obvious.
         "Please, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll be up in my room. Last season of Breaking   Bad. Crazy shit." Connor said, wondering if Jada had felt his excitement through her khaki shorts.   She didn't react in any   peculiar way, so Connor figured he was in the clear. He grabbed his orange juice and left up to the bedroom, ready to forget about Breaking Bad and   instead jack-off for the next hour, imagining Jada dusting the cabinets while bent over and   spread wide.  
     
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    Holy shit. He was hard.  
    Jada had definitely noticed. And how could she have not? Connor was sporting one of the biggest packages Jada had ever felt, and that was through four layers of clothing. A familiar dampness began to form in between Jada's thighs, her breath coming in short spurts.
    Her mind was racing. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself in her current position. She was leaning on a kitchen counter that probably cost more than a car, inside of a famous Hollywood producer's mansion, wearing a skimpy maid outfit, and she just clearly felt Connor's hard cock from under his shorts.
    This had to be against all the fucking rules in the book. Connor was her boss. And he was married! There was no way she could act on it. No way she would ever be able to take his fullness in her hands. No way she could ever spread her legs and straddle him, taking him all inside of her.
    Yet where there is a will, there is a way.
    It was almost too much to handle. In fact, she was getting so hot and bothered that her skin was starting to get warmer and warmer.
    "Ok, Jada, focus," she whispered to herself, calming her emotions and putting out the fire that was growing inside her.  
    Being a witch had its perks but it also came with some huge drawbacks. Growing up, Jada had to be homeschooled and rarely left the house simply because she would set fire to anything in her reach whenever she would throw a tantrum, and as a child that was often. Her mother, another witch, tried to teach her the responsibilities of her powers at an early age, but Jada was too much of a spitfire. When Jada was ten, her mother made the difficult decision of binding her daughter ’ s powers, taking them away from her until she was old enough to handle them.
    The plan was so that Jada could learn her families legacy when she was older and more mature. Except nothing ever goes as planned.
    When Jada was sixteen, tragedy like no other