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assistant if she’s not tough Dawson.
I am not apologizing for anything. And I told you to drive a regular
car.”
Standing to his full
height and rebuttoning his black blazer, Dawson turned to look at
this little woman with the large persona. When he arrived at her
side, she was still standing, glaring in his direction. Arriving in
front of her, he bowed close to her face, forcing her to step back
until her back hit the wall, directly below the prayer.
Rubbing his thumb
against her cheek, Dawson gazed into her fiery brown eyes and
whispered, “I think I am going to like being with you. You are
so spirited it’s a turn on. If only you would take instruction
sometimes… but then again, it would be against all you believe
in right?”
Victoria heard him,
but her eyes were closed, drinking in the sensation or his warm hand
against her skin. She was lost. Dawson was tracing the curve of her
neck and marveling at how raspy her breathing had suddenly gotten
before he spoke again. “For your information, Little Miss
Spitfire… I sent Sara to make sure you were happy and taken
care of, not to watch over you. I can see… and feel that you
are fully capable of handling yourself.”
Because he was a man
accustomed to pushing the envelope, his hands slid over her breasts
and around her waist where he toyed with the band holding the robe
together. In seconds, it fell open, revealing the hidden rare
treasures this enchanting woman had to offer.
Her breasts rose and
fell as Victoria anticipated his touch, but Dawson wanted to fill
himself with the sight of her first. The black lace underwear cupped
the full globes pushing them together, creating the most delicious
looking valley between the two. Her tummy was not perfectly flat, but
rather, one of a woman who ate just enough but never too little. The
triangle between her legs was covered by a lace and satin thong and
the tiny string holding it to her body circled her hips enticingly
and invited his eyes to take in her sturdy thighs and legs, she was a
sight to behold.
Neither knew what
stopped things from getting to the point of no return, but Victoria
knew if she didn’t close her robe, they would never leave.
Extracting her nipple from his mouth, she dragged herself away from
his intoxicating presence to fix herself. She was a lady and would
not sleep with a man this easily. Besides, she couldn’t let him
know that she was on the verge of letting him have his way.
It was now a quarter
to seven and they were late. Dawson, however, still took the time to
admire her final appearance. The dress was made of natural colored
linen. The top was loose fitting and hung off her bare shoulders
before extending down to long sleeves cuffed at the wrist and fringed
with gold lace. The mermaid cut maxi bottom hugged her hips and
accentuated her waist before flaring out into a swirl also edged in
gold lace. On her feet were the most elegant of crocheted slippers
and her clutch seemed to be of intricately carved stained wood.The bib necklace was adorned with iridescent
crystals punctuated with natural colored beads and her ears were
devoid of decoration except for a small copper cuff circling her
upper ear.
From her freshly
shaved and dyed tiny afro to the tips of her slippers she was unique
and exotic. Dawson struggled with the thought of changing his mind
about the party as the head below his waist wanted a party of his
own. Reading his thoughts, Victoria opened her door and said,
“Patience is a virtue Dawson.”
As he joined her on
the steps, Dawson added, “I have no intention of being virtuous
when I finally get you Victoria, Remember that.”
*****
The stretch limos
Victoria despised, lined the entrance of Parrot and Crystal, the
newest nightclub to open in Florida. Tonight’s guests, however,
were not eager weekend partiers, but the who’s who of the
business world in the city. Armed security personnel and bouncers
guarded their esteemed employers with trained eyes while
I am not apologizing for anything. And I told you to drive a regular
car.”
Standing to his full
height and rebuttoning his black blazer, Dawson turned to look at
this little woman with the large persona. When he arrived at her
side, she was still standing, glaring in his direction. Arriving in
front of her, he bowed close to her face, forcing her to step back
until her back hit the wall, directly below the prayer.
Rubbing his thumb
against her cheek, Dawson gazed into her fiery brown eyes and
whispered, “I think I am going to like being with you. You are
so spirited it’s a turn on. If only you would take instruction
sometimes… but then again, it would be against all you believe
in right?”
Victoria heard him,
but her eyes were closed, drinking in the sensation or his warm hand
against her skin. She was lost. Dawson was tracing the curve of her
neck and marveling at how raspy her breathing had suddenly gotten
before he spoke again. “For your information, Little Miss
Spitfire… I sent Sara to make sure you were happy and taken
care of, not to watch over you. I can see… and feel that you
are fully capable of handling yourself.”
Because he was a man
accustomed to pushing the envelope, his hands slid over her breasts
and around her waist where he toyed with the band holding the robe
together. In seconds, it fell open, revealing the hidden rare
treasures this enchanting woman had to offer.
Her breasts rose and
fell as Victoria anticipated his touch, but Dawson wanted to fill
himself with the sight of her first. The black lace underwear cupped
the full globes pushing them together, creating the most delicious
looking valley between the two. Her tummy was not perfectly flat, but
rather, one of a woman who ate just enough but never too little. The
triangle between her legs was covered by a lace and satin thong and
the tiny string holding it to her body circled her hips enticingly
and invited his eyes to take in her sturdy thighs and legs, she was a
sight to behold.
Neither knew what
stopped things from getting to the point of no return, but Victoria
knew if she didn’t close her robe, they would never leave.
Extracting her nipple from his mouth, she dragged herself away from
his intoxicating presence to fix herself. She was a lady and would
not sleep with a man this easily. Besides, she couldn’t let him
know that she was on the verge of letting him have his way.
It was now a quarter
to seven and they were late. Dawson, however, still took the time to
admire her final appearance. The dress was made of natural colored
linen. The top was loose fitting and hung off her bare shoulders
before extending down to long sleeves cuffed at the wrist and fringed
with gold lace. The mermaid cut maxi bottom hugged her hips and
accentuated her waist before flaring out into a swirl also edged in
gold lace. On her feet were the most elegant of crocheted slippers
and her clutch seemed to be of intricately carved stained wood.The bib necklace was adorned with iridescent
crystals punctuated with natural colored beads and her ears were
devoid of decoration except for a small copper cuff circling her
upper ear.
From her freshly
shaved and dyed tiny afro to the tips of her slippers she was unique
and exotic. Dawson struggled with the thought of changing his mind
about the party as the head below his waist wanted a party of his
own. Reading his thoughts, Victoria opened her door and said,
“Patience is a virtue Dawson.”
As he joined her on
the steps, Dawson added, “I have no intention of being virtuous
when I finally get you Victoria, Remember that.”
*****
The stretch limos
Victoria despised, lined the entrance of Parrot and Crystal, the
newest nightclub to open in Florida. Tonight’s guests, however,
were not eager weekend partiers, but the who’s who of the
business world in the city. Armed security personnel and bouncers
guarded their esteemed employers with trained eyes while
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