Page 69 of Executive Decision

“You don’t buy it?” I cupped her face. “Daphne, you are so beautiful. You’re smart. Somewhere in there, you’re driven beyond measure. Recently, I saw that spark return—the one that always impressed me. Where is that girl who had me so wrapped up eleven years ago—the one who drove me wild? Because I want her to stay here—to always come out and play.”

“I… I am so broken right now, Cal. You cannot fix me.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to. I don’t need to. You’re going to fix yourself over time, Daph. I will be there for you while you do. You need space and time and I can give you that. I can also promise you as much attention as you’d let me lavish you with.”

“Why, though?”

“I don’t fucking know. I know what you need. I read you. And damn if you don’t give me everything I want right now.”

Tears welled. I didn’t know what to do. She wascrying?

“I… fuck… I’m sorry. You… no one has said anything like that to me in like… a million years. I don’t deserve this.”

“Daphne, you deserveeverything. After what you’ve been through, you deserve to be treated like a queen,” I protested. “And maybe I cannot give you enough. Lord knows I’m complicated and this is messy as hell.”

“It really is!” Daphne giggled.

“But could I try? Would you let me try?”

I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching and listened to her breath. She brought herself back to earth. Her hands softened in mine and her body relaxed. The anxiety of the moment abated. I kissed her forehead. In the moment again, Daphne squeezed my hands and met my gaze.

“Cal, I cannot promise you much. I’m looking down the nose of a complicated divorce, my family would flip the fuck out of we ended up together, and I don’t think the press would look kindly on it.”

“Let me worry about that,” I said. “And… we can keep this under wraps for a bit. I promise you.”

“Okay,” Daphne agreed with a little nod.

“I want to try, Daphne. That’s all.”

She slowly kissed me, offering me something—though neither of us could name what—then wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled her to the very edge of the bench, again pulling her skirt up. She had no panties on.

“No panties?” I joked.

“I tossed them… earlier. They were a disaster after our little run-in. And, I wanted to be practical.”

“You are such a bad girl,” I said.

Daphne bit my lip as she unbuckled my belt. “And you love it when I lose it.”

“I do,” I pulled out my wallet.

The definite sound of my zipper stiffened my cock. I tossed my wallet and phone on the bench. I ripped the condom open hastily as she efficiently tugged my pants and boxers down. I rolled the condom over my cock as Daphne kissed me. Slowly, I pressed its head against her entrance. She moaned into my mouth and clasped her legs tight around mine, pulling me in deep.

It was a sweet relief to be back inside her. I’d enjoy getting her off again—this time feeling her pussy pulse around my cock. Pumping—each thrust making her breath more ragged—I took her in. She glowed in the boathouse’s low light. Daphne was such a beauty, even if she didn’t know it. I pulled down the straps of her dress and bit her right shoulder.

“Cal,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

I pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her pretty pink nipples. Her breasts were perfect. I had no idea why anyone would want more than this—more than she was and more than I deserved. I played with her nipples with a gentle roll of my fingers. Torturing Daphne was my favorite thing these days.

“I wanted to see you. And you’re not wearing a bra.”

“It has a built-in?—”

Daphne moaned and threw her head back. She braced against the workbench with her wrists. She never finished the sentence.

She screamed, “Oh, God! Fuck! Cal, don’t… don’t… stop!”

She climaxed. Her eyes rolled back as she tightened, pulsing and writhing. I thrust harder and faster, a rush of energy hitting. Every time I unraveled her, I felt like I punched a card. Someday, I told myself, I’d feel like enough for her if I could just keep bringing her to this place.

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