DELIGHTING DAI S Y
Gideon liked to watch.
He watched now as four couples touched and stroked , enjoying each other.
Lo rd, how it wished he was one half of one of those couples. The man was dark haired and tall , the woman curvy and sassy. He smiled as he watched her.
She was the kind of woman he could love. Vivacious, pretty, and like he said curvy. He liked a woman who wasn’t flesh and bones. Whose brea sts were two of her be st assets , her ass being the other.
The law firm of Greyson, Sanders , and Delacorte was throwing an enga ge ment party for one of the partners – Mike Delacorte. The man had been his partner in the FBI for years and joined the firm only a few years ago. He still didn’t know why the man had resigned from the bureau now . Gideon had been with the FBI almost his entire adult life and loved it.
But he’d give a little bit of his soul to be where the other man was now.
In the arms of a woman who loved him.
In the arms of the woman Gideon had watched Mike pleasure. His dick hardened. Remembering.
Damn, he couldn’t go there. He had never crossed that line between business and pleasure until two weeks ago. And then it had gotten damned blurred. No, that door was closed to him. Forever. There were some lines friends just didn’t cross.
“Gideon, come join the party.” The object of his introspection , Beth Ann Sorenson , called out to him, smiling; her pouty red lips looked a s if she had just been fucked i n the mouth.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
He took a swig of his now tepid beer. It had been a long night.
He waved to her but didn’t move from his place against the back wall.
He wasn’t pining over Mike’s fiancé , he was just envious. Damn envious. In addition to Mike , the other two partners had found a wo ma n too. It was a damn ed epidemic. One he wouldn’t mind joining.
Gideon was t ired of sleeping his way through the fem ale population. Well, he used to do that. In the l ast three or four years he had slowed down, and not because of his age, he was still on the good side of forty . No, he’d gotten tired of the pretty girls, the young girls, the hot women , and the older women. T he ones who wanted a quick fuck then moved on. Even the ones willing to stay a little longer and express a few darker desires. Desires he liked to engage in.
No, he want ed the trust and commitment these couples appeared to have found.
Unfortunately, he knew the woman who might just gi ve him that kind of commitment .
Daisy.
Daisy Lambert, administrative assistant to the chief of the Atlanta F ederal B ureau of I nvestigation.
And one red hot female.
She was even curvier than Beth Ann. Her hair was dark brow n, almost black and hung to just past her shoulders . She wasn’t that young, but closer to twenty than he was to thirty and she wasn’t beautiful. But she had curve upon curve. Ripe luscious breasts begging for a pair of nipple clips.
His gaze sought her out. She was dancing with one of the other partners, Q uint, the dom. As he’d worked with Mike over t he years, he’d learned about his partner’s other partners. Quinton Sande rs liked his sex a little rough and a whole lot controlled. Looking at the face of his happy wi fe, he knew she must enjoy it, too.
That’s what he wanted.
Which one, his annoying inner s elf questioned. The happy wife or the woman who enjoyed his brand of sex?
He wanted both. His appetites were varied, leaning toward the controlling side.
There was just something about giving a woman an order in bed and her obeying without ques tion or fuss or giggles. T he younger wome n giggled an awful damn lot, thinking it was a game, not a lifestyle. He needed the woman who knew how to straddle the fence. Knowing the loving could be fun and lighthearted, but desiring that additional layer of darkness.
His dick really started to throb.
He hadn’t had sex in over two weeks. Not since he’d watched, or sho uld he say listened, to Mike fingering Beth Ann to
Gideon liked to watch.
He watched now as four couples touched and stroked , enjoying each other.
Lo rd, how it wished he was one half of one of those couples. The man was dark haired and tall , the woman curvy and sassy. He smiled as he watched her.
She was the kind of woman he could love. Vivacious, pretty, and like he said curvy. He liked a woman who wasn’t flesh and bones. Whose brea sts were two of her be st assets , her ass being the other.
The law firm of Greyson, Sanders , and Delacorte was throwing an enga ge ment party for one of the partners – Mike Delacorte. The man had been his partner in the FBI for years and joined the firm only a few years ago. He still didn’t know why the man had resigned from the bureau now . Gideon had been with the FBI almost his entire adult life and loved it.
But he’d give a little bit of his soul to be where the other man was now.
In the arms of a woman who loved him.
In the arms of the woman Gideon had watched Mike pleasure. His dick hardened. Remembering.
Damn, he couldn’t go there. He had never crossed that line between business and pleasure until two weeks ago. And then it had gotten damned blurred. No, that door was closed to him. Forever. There were some lines friends just didn’t cross.
“Gideon, come join the party.” The object of his introspection , Beth Ann Sorenson , called out to him, smiling; her pouty red lips looked a s if she had just been fucked i n the mouth.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
He took a swig of his now tepid beer. It had been a long night.
He waved to her but didn’t move from his place against the back wall.
He wasn’t pining over Mike’s fiancé , he was just envious. Damn envious. In addition to Mike , the other two partners had found a wo ma n too. It was a damn ed epidemic. One he wouldn’t mind joining.
Gideon was t ired of sleeping his way through the fem ale population. Well, he used to do that. In the l ast three or four years he had slowed down, and not because of his age, he was still on the good side of forty . No, he’d gotten tired of the pretty girls, the young girls, the hot women , and the older women. T he ones who wanted a quick fuck then moved on. Even the ones willing to stay a little longer and express a few darker desires. Desires he liked to engage in.
No, he want ed the trust and commitment these couples appeared to have found.
Unfortunately, he knew the woman who might just gi ve him that kind of commitment .
Daisy.
Daisy Lambert, administrative assistant to the chief of the Atlanta F ederal B ureau of I nvestigation.
And one red hot female.
She was even curvier than Beth Ann. Her hair was dark brow n, almost black and hung to just past her shoulders . She wasn’t that young, but closer to twenty than he was to thirty and she wasn’t beautiful. But she had curve upon curve. Ripe luscious breasts begging for a pair of nipple clips.
His gaze sought her out. She was dancing with one of the other partners, Q uint, the dom. As he’d worked with Mike over t he years, he’d learned about his partner’s other partners. Quinton Sande rs liked his sex a little rough and a whole lot controlled. Looking at the face of his happy wi fe, he knew she must enjoy it, too.
That’s what he wanted.
Which one, his annoying inner s elf questioned. The happy wife or the woman who enjoyed his brand of sex?
He wanted both. His appetites were varied, leaning toward the controlling side.
There was just something about giving a woman an order in bed and her obeying without ques tion or fuss or giggles. T he younger wome n giggled an awful damn lot, thinking it was a game, not a lifestyle. He needed the woman who knew how to straddle the fence. Knowing the loving could be fun and lighthearted, but desiring that additional layer of darkness.
His dick really started to throb.
He hadn’t had sex in over two weeks. Not since he’d watched, or sho uld he say listened, to Mike fingering Beth Ann to
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