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Author: Priscilla West

“Then why did you bother telling me this if it won’t help?” I hope that doesn’t sound like mistrust, but I’m so frustrated to think that that ass**le is using my Lynx to make himself richer.

“Because I’m going to need your help getting inside and knowing what to look for, and I’m going to need you to trust me while I investigate this myself and get the proof that will help us walk Blake straight to his jail cell. I’d also like to not have to bail you out any more.”

“Okay,” I say as he sits next to me on the couch. I look into his beautiful dark eyes and want to melt into him again. “My assistant Janice is also my best friend. She’s still working there, and get this—she told me that Blake and Kenneth locked her out of all the financial systems. She says they’re pawing around my office pretending to look for resources for Valerie James from Ladies World. But they’re probably moving the money.”

“Moving it or hiding how they’ve been moving it,” Mark catches on. “Do you have a way of contacting Janice no matter what?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because I have some ideas about how we can find out. But, once this goes down, your friend Janice isn’t going to be safe anymore.”

“It’s a risk she’s willing to take,” I reply earnestly. I know Janice has my back.

“What about you? What are you willing to risk, Julia?”

Taking his hand, I place it on my inside thigh, look directly into his eyes again and kiss him fully, pulling my lips away in a long, drawn-out motion.

“Everything, Mark. I’ll risk everything.”

Mark squeezes my thigh making me wince and get wet for him all at the same time.

“Let’s see, Julia. Let’s see right now.”

Chapter 10

“We can catch our breath by the pool,” Mark says and he stands, offering me his hand.

“It’s a little late to head to the pool isn’t it? I mean, won’t they think it’s odd you’re swimming with the cleaning lady this late at night?”

“The pool is private. It’s an over-sized jacuzzi, actually–big enough for about twenty people and six feet deep so your legs can dangle as you sit on the ledge or use it for hydrotherapy. Besides, the view from this far up is amazing.”

We walk to the “pool room” and I am awed by the surroundings. Decorated like a Buddhist meditation room, the wooden planks lead to a huge pool-like jacuzzi, with deck chairs and small tables around it. The best feature by far is the wall which is actually a plate glass window giving an amazing view of the lights of the city.

I gasp, transfixed by the view.

He directs me to take my shoes off in the doorway to protect the decking, then walks over and climbs in a deck chair facing the city, pulling me onto the chair with him. He kisses me and plays with my hair.

“So, we’re agreed. No more talk of this unless I initiate it or we agree it’s a safe location?” he asks, his finger tracing my lips. I can understand why he needs assurance. I haven’t made the sanest choices lately.

“We agree.” I lean over and steal another long drawn out kiss from him.

“You better be a good girl. Or I might just have to spank you.”

“I’ll be good,” I promise him back, reaching down and rubbing his crotch. I feel his c**k rising inside his pants and I love his response to my touch. Sliding down the chair, I get to my goal with the firm intent of pulling his zipper down with my teeth, only to discover they are buttons.

“Problem?” He looks amused as I stall one inch from his member.

“I was hoping to unzip you with my mouth, but these buttons require more talent than I have,” I confess. He laughs heartily and tussles my hair with one hand while undoing his buttons with the other, allowing me to slip his thick c**k out in the open and cover it with my mouth.

He moans, leaning back to enjoy the sensation of my tongue flicking and licking his head. “You are a good girl.”

“If you’d care to disrobe a little further, I can make sure all my goodness shows.”

“You first.” I can’t believe I’m doing this but I rise and go to the corner of the room where a coat rack and towel holder are stationed and begin removing my clothes for the second time in one day. Mark also removes his clothes and returns to the chair erect and ready for me to continue.

I kneel down then slide my tongue up his thigh until I arrive at a position where I can take his balls into my mouth one at a time. Licking, lapping and sucking them while his pleasure echoes off the deck. The salty, musky taste of him fills my mouth.

I run my tongue up the bottom of his shaft and rise up to take as much of him as I can in my mouth, my head bobbing back and forth on his cock, wanting to fulfill all his needs. The pulsing member in my mouth jumps and moves as my tongue and lips do their work. Just when I think he is ready to explode, he puts his hand on my head and pushes it back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, kissing my cheek. He stands and walks over the stairs leading into the jacuzzi. I follow but he puts his hand up to stop me. Reaching down, he picks up a rope anchored to a pool float and begins untying it from the end. It’s a typical nautical rope and I can’t imagine why on earth he would stop the best darn blowjob on the planet—if I do say so myself—to fuss with his pool cleaner. He also takes a small orange tag on a plastic band from the cleaner as well.

He comes back and tells me to face the city. I see his reflection as he moves slowly behind me, his c**k teasing my slit from behind. He reaches around with one hand and rubs my sore pu**y. The pain almost makes me protest, but the growing wetness urges me to let him continue. I’ll rest tomorrow.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he whispers seductively in my ear.

“I’ve already been through this.” I laugh, hoping he thinks it’s funny. He slaps my naked rear playfully.

“Yes, I recall.”

I put both hands behind me hoping I will feel his magic fingers pulsing against my clit again very soon. Instead he holds my wrists together pulling my arms tight and places the plastic orange tag from the pool float around them, locking them in place. I begin to shake as I realize he is immobilizing my arms.

“Mark? What are you doing?”

“Trust and submission, Julia.” It’s the only answer he gives me. As beautiful as the city lights are, I close my eyes and pray I can live up to whatever his expectation will be.

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