"What kind of celebration did you have in mind, lover?" Mary said coyly. May as well make the smug handsome bastard work for it a little, she thought to herself, especially after what he tried to pull with that blonde hussy.

Pat downed half his powerful drink and moved closer to the cute, vivacious redhead on the couch. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and put down his drink.

"Come here, baby," Pat growled at Mary as he put his arms around her and drew her close.

"My, aren't we in a hurry today," Mary chided the eager executive.

"I'm always in a hurry to fuck you, beautiful," Pat said hungrily. He didn't mention that he had a raging case of blue balls, thanks to his incomplete encounter with Jennifer Halsted, and he was just aching to pump his cum into a hot, wet pussy – whose didn't really matter.

Pat kissed Mary hard and deep, his tongue lancing into her throat like a cock penetrating her cunt. All at once, Mary tasted something strange, yet familiar; it was sweet and-slick and was nearly covered up by the rum and strawberries on their collective breaths, but, it was there.

Mary racked her brain. She knew she had tasted something very similar before, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what…

"Cunt juice!" Mary shouted suddenly, tearing her lips from Pat's. "You have that other woman's stuff all over your chin and your lips, you pervert! How could you make me kiss you with her cum all over your mouth?"

Pat laughed and undid his vest. He kept his eyes on the petite red-haired girl's and unbuttoned all the buttons on his expensive dress shirt. The self-assured, executives bared his chest and undid his pants. He took Mary's hand and put it over his heart, his eyes never leaving hers.

Mary told herself that she was enraged by his insensitive behavior.