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pressed my lips to the sides of his cock, rubbing my mouth over the top and
sides of his rod. I rolled my tongue around swathing back and forth over his
dick.
    His balls felt heavy in my
hands as I gently fondled him. Then I slipped my hand around and made a temporary
cock ring with my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, just below
his sac. My pinky finger lay against the crack of his ass and I pressed in. He
felt it. His whole body shivered. That’s right, Warren, if I’m going to be
blackmailed, I’ll make it my own.
    “Justin! That is my offer.”
Warren hid his cries over an outburst of anger.
    After I slicked my tongue all
over his cock, I used both hands to stroke him to release. His hips gyrated and
he near looked in pain from his expression. He tilted his head back and tensed.
Clamping onto the arms of the chair Warren’s body started to shudder. I held a
hand over his tip to shield the spray and pumped with the other.
    His thick cum
launched out in mass amounts with each release. He twitched in his chair stifling moans during each shot his cock spurt out. It
was one of the most proud moments of my life. Annihilating the CEO was true
revenge for the shame he put me through. It was also the sexiest moment I’d
ever had. I never imagined Warren ever letting go so thoroughly and without
regret.  
    My boss slumped in his chair,
grunting confirmations to Justin. Warren’s half-lidded satisfied gaze roamed my
face. He opened a drawer and handed me some tissues to wipe my hand. Very considerate. What a gentleman blackmailer.
    After I cleaned off, I tucked
in his shirt, carefully zipped up his pants, clasped his trousers in and
buttoned the top. Then I righted and buckled his belt. He was still on his
call. Easiest dinner ever. I wrote on the pad the name
of the restaurant I wanted to go to.

 
    Dinner at Roy’s.

 
    I walked out of the office
without a second glance.

Chapter 6

 
    Reflecting on the situation, I
wondered if Warren thought I’d run from the building after he showed me the video.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he reacted to my touch. It felt as
though I had control, even if it was him telling me
what to do. But the triumphant expression when he told me, or rather wrote , to suck his cock, wasn’t one I’d call smug. It was the
look of someone who’d made a dare.
    I’d been staring at the screen
remembering the unguarded expression on Warren’s face when a pad slapped down
by my side. I jumped and turned. My CEO boss set the pen and pad I’d
conveniently forgotten in his office, on my desk.
    His cold glare was back as if
nothing had happened. “I made reservations for six-thirty.” A chill ran down my
spine as he scanned me with a detached expression. “We’ll discuss your failure
to follow instructions at that time,” he said.
    He strut back to his icy domain and shut the door. Prick. Do I meet him at the
restaurant? Do I change and come back? And my “failure” to
follow instructions? What kind of a-hole can relax one moment and then
be so composed and blaring ice sickles the next? But he did concede my win.
Total score on sex first, then dinner. I could get used to winning bets like
this.
    My cell phone blared in an old
circular-dialing ring tone and I scrambled in my purse. Hitting the receive
button, I said into the speaker, “Hello?”
    “ Fabiola ,
it’s your mother.” Leave it to Mrs. Renzi to give a
greeting that sounded like an accusation.
    “Hi Mom, no I haven’t called my
sister. I promise I will.”
    Dead silence
on the line. It was never good to assume why mom
called. She took it as a personal insult if you robbed her of her nagging
privileges. I’d done just that and I cringed waiting for a scolding.
    “And why haven’t you?”
    That was it? Shocked I
answered, “I’ve been working.”
    “What? You didn’t have time
yesterday? Why don’t…” She continued with the expected tirade. She must be
getting soft in her old age. As