The Power of Devon James

It had been months since Devon James had had the dream. Since then, his life had been a whirlwind of research and development,  And now he had a working prototype. It was such an unassuming little thing a 4" Box with 2 leads.  But this small device could provide all the electricity a small town needed for the foreseeable future. Devon sat alone in the conference Room on the 42nd floor of the Axion corporation waiting patiently for the CEO and their support staff.  10 of them walked into the Room and he knew as soon as he looked at the head of the table that he was in trouble. Her name was Faith Maxwell, And at 32 years old, she was one of the youngest CEO's in the industry. Her sheer beauty and statuesque figure lead to more than a few rumors that she had slept her way to the top. Only her top advisers knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was her ruthlessness, intelligence and drive that got her where she was today. 

News of Devon James and his Cold fusion generator spread quickly through the upper echelon of Houston society.  His partnership with Axion  made them the power players in the region and everybody knew it. For weeks now, banks, CEO's, titans of industry have all but begged to get a small sliver of the power they knew was soon to come. So when the annual Houston business gala was announced in the trades, Devon knew that this was the perfect time to take his place at the head of the table. His invitation had been delivered by special courier that morning to his new office on the 44th floor of the Axion building. He walked the short distance to Faith's office, opened the door and walked in without knocking. As usual, Faith was pouring over some of the new contracts for the manufacturing plant that they were retrofitting to mass produce his creation. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, perfectly framing her exquisite face. As i

On the limousine ride to his new penthouse apartment the tension was so thick that the driver started to sweat. Devon and Faith barely made it onto his private elevator when she slipped her arms out of her dress and it fell in a pile at her feet. Both of their hands were almost frantic working the various buttons and clasps on his tuxedo. When the elevator opened on his floor,  they were both completely naked and clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it.Faith gave a little hop and rapped her legs around him as he grabbed her buttocks to hold her to him. Her arms were pulling on his neck to draw his face to hers. When their mouths met,  their tongues began to dart and snake around the other like they had been designed to. As they melded into one being, he carried her across the floor and gently placed her in the center of the fur rug he had previously thought was austentatious but now thought he would have to thank the designer later.&nbs