Dominic Crane
“Xavier, prepare a drink for Mrs. Crane,” I whispered against her ear.
“Of course, Mr. Crane.”
Maddie stepped away from me and closer to the breakfast display, “Thank you, Xavier.”
“Of course, Mrs. Crane. I am here to serve in any way I can. No need to thank me.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m afraid that will probably be difficult for me.” She pops a couple of blueberries off the plate and into her mouth.
My eyes watch her action closely, imagining her tongue wrapping around my c**k, savoring my flavor just as she does the berries.
“Why is that, Mrs. Crane?”
“Mmm, just my viewpoint on the subject.” she mutters, her voice still tight with her anger about the contact.
“Of course, Mrs. Crane. Would you like me to prepare a tray for you to take out on the deck? Jane informed m
