Page 70 of Executive Decision
“You are so good at that.” Daphne returned to the surface, breathless.
“Yeah?” I panted. “You liked that?”
“It’s so good. Your cock feels so fucking good!” Daphne dug her hands into my lower back to steady me.
I thrust more erratically until the urge to let go was inevitable. I came—falling against her shoulder and breathing into her neck.
“You’re unmatched,” I whispered. “In a league of your own, princess.”
* * *
Daphne
Cal bit my ear and pulled away. I couldn’t fight the urge to kiss him again. Every time I brought him to orgasm it felt better. I mystified him in a way I never had with my ex-husband. It was so hot to watch this powerful man descend into glorious pleasure under my spell.
Cal stepped back, sliding out, still erect. I tried to fix myself up and look less like a total disaster. However, as I pulled my dress up and covered my breasts again, I looked over to see Cal’s panicked face.
“Daph, I… uh… I’m sorry.”
“What?” I asked.
“The condom broke.”
“What?”
In all my years, I never had this happen.
“Yeah, it’s… shit.”
He grabbed a shop towel to wrap up what was left of the condom, then tucked his deflating dick back into his boxers. He pulled up his pants as I sat, stunned and in disbelief.
“Well, I need to get Plan B,” I said. “Cal, I’m not on the pill at all.”
“I am well aware. I don’t want you to panic or think I’m not… supportive.”
“Cal, this isnotthe time for me to be pregnant—not that it probably matters. At this point, I’m fucking doomed.”
“I doubt that. You’re still young, Daph. You still have time. I’m the old fuck. And that’s for the best, right?”
I shrugged. “It’s still in the realm of possibility.”
“I’ll go into town to grab you Plan B tomorrow,” Cal offered.
“That’s silly. If you get found out, it won’t be good. I will do it. If the press?—”
“Shh,” he pressed a finger to my lips. “The press this, the press that. I get it. You’re right. My goosewouldbe cooked if things came out and we didn’t have time to massage the details but let me be clear. My concern about this is for you—not my image.”
“Maybe you should be more concerned about that, Cal.” I shook my head.
There was a buzz on the table. I looked over to see Cal’s phone.
“Someone called The Boss is calling you?” I said, confused.
“Oh, fuck. I shouldn’t?—”
“Answer it,” I said, suspecting this person wouldkeepcalling him.
Cal complied, picking up the call. “Yes, Jo?”
