Page 58 of Executive Decision

Cal appeared in my doorway. I looked over, unsure where we went from here.

“I… I have no idea what I’m doing,” I confessed. “And… I worry I’m just going to be a grave disappointment.”

Call approached, pulling me to him with a firm grip on the small of my back. He owned me in these moments. And yet? I knew, somehow, I had absolute control.

“We can do whatever you want, Daphne,” Cal said. “Whatever you want—or nothing at all. I cannot imagine a day where you are a disappointment.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. Each time our lips met; I grew braver. I wanted him but was terrified I’d ruin it. Whatitwas, I didn’t know. I just knew he’d do anything to please me in the moment. So, I let go of my fears. I breathed him in and let him walk me to bed.

Cal threw his clothes aside as I fell into it. We were older and, perhaps, wiser, butdamn. Cal Markham was still gorgeous. He aged like fine wine.

“You aren’t going to meet me halfway here, princess?” Cal chuckled.

I sat up, pulling my t-shirt off and revealing my very utilitarian sports bra. I desperately wished it was sexier. But, as Cal pinned me, his body pressing into mine the best way, I didn’t care. I tried to slip out of my jeans. Cal stood, whipping them off. He traced the outline of my panties with his index finger. I shivered.

“What? You good?” Cal asked.

“I…” I had no words.

I repositioned myself on the bed to grant more space. He read the room, climbing back in. He lay beside me, running his hand down to my center again. Rather than pin me, he longingly looked at my reaction as he ran his fingers on my clit—just over my panties.

“Oh, God,” I let out a little moan.

“That’s all it takes?” Cal asked.

“I didn’t say stop,” I panted. “Did I?”

Cal kissed me as he slipped his hand into my panties. My pussy was slick. The heat of his kiss sent me reeling. I bucked my hips towards him. Cal slipped one finger, then two inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

“You like that?” Cal asked. “Do you want more?”

I nodded.

“I need you to say it, Daphne.”

“Yes, please,” I begged.

Cal kissed down my body, pulling my panties off. He cast them aside, then gently parted my legs. I worried about the difference between twenty-four-year-old me and my present self. I feared I’d disappoint him in the moment. Cal dove between my legs, slowly kissing my clit. I threw my head back in total disbelief that this was happening.

He had no idea how many years it had been since anyone had gone down on me. It seemed an eternity now. The way he slowly, torturously, sucked on my clit, and licked deliciously made me want more. Though I never preferred it, I didn’t want him to stop. I gripped his hair to steady myself.

“Oh, God. That feels so good, Cal,” I gasped. “Fuck!”

It only encouraged him more. Cal slid two fingers back inside. The sheer pleasure sent me into another dimension. I squealed. Why was hesogood at this? As if magic, every stroke of Cal’s tongue and each thrust of his fingers drove me closer to the edge. I was desperate to get there, grinding my hips now.

“Please, please,” I begged. “Oh God, please, Cal.”

I gripped the headboard behind me as I gave over to the rush of pleasure his touch gave. I shrieked a line of inaudible words, unable to control myself. I couldn’t stop it. I felt like the gates opened. As if a light within me turned back on, I came to life.

Cal met my gaze as I looked down. “Was that good?”

“That was exemplary,” I said. “Fuck!”

Cal chuckled, kissing his way back up my torso. I felt the full length of him pressed against me as he kissed my neck. I wanted all of him inside me, but I knew there was an issue at hand—one I needed to broach before we got carried away.

“Cal,” I panted. “I… I want to do this, but I’m not on the pill. And…”

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