Executive Engagement

She's more of a fucking player than most men I know.

Maybe even more than me. She's a fucking bad girl. Doesn't take any shit from anyone. Probably one of the strongest people I've ever fucking met.

But even the strongest person withers when the whole world turns against you. I know because I am.

I fucking love her.

Jesus Christ. I can't believe it, but that's exactly what I'm thinking in the moment. Since the moment I fucking laid eyes on her. Since the moment I started checking out her ass. She had a vibe that was attractive to me. More than attractive. Like a fucking siren call out in the ocean.

They say there's plenty of fish in the sea? Well I'm a shark. And this woman has just ensnared me.

"Why'd you come over, Julianna?" I say, looking directly at her, not mincing any words.

She looks at me, and our eyes meet and I can feel an electricity go back and forth between us.

"I wanted to see..." she trails off and looks out the window and I can tell she's kicking herself for how unsure she feels. "I wanted to see how you were. And how Ethan's doing. I haven't talked to him in a while. Ever since..."

I shake my head. No need for her to continue. "Yeah, I haven't talked to him in a while either. Ever since the loss to the stepbrothers and when we..."

Now it's me that doesn't continue.

But it's like it's lit a fire inside of her. She downs her drink and turns around and takes a step closer. All of a sudden I can smell her Givenchy fragrance go through my nostrils and I can almost feel her warmth.

God, she’s fucking beautiful. Massive and springy fucking titties and tight fucking ass. Nice long legs that go on forever. My cock is twitching like it's gone fucking insane.

"I saw what happened between the two of you," she says. "I think the world knows too much about our sex lives."

"Yeah, but I think they just couldn't get enough of me jerking Ethan," I say with a smirk. She smiles back and takes a step closer.

Hol-ee shit. I finish my glass and put it down. I didn't even notice but she's put her glass down as well.

"What were you thinking?" she asks and I can feel her body brushing slightly off me now. Just the barest hint. "When you had your hand wrapped around his cock?"

“I wanted him to fuck me,” I say out loud for the first time. To her. And to myself.

A wicked gleam goes through Julianna’s eyes and she reaches over and grabs at her shirt and pulls it off.

I’m staring at her beautiful fucking tits. They’re encased in a lace white bra and she looks so fucking sexy.

My hearts fucking beating a mile a minute.

I don't exactly know why I feel like that, but I need to be close to her. Yet, I simply stand there like a fucking chump, taking in the sight of her.

She’s beautiful, as beautiful as any woman had the right to be. Her bra is showcasing her tits gorgeously and her black yoga pants trace the contour of her legs in such a way that it almost makes my cock ache. I want nothing more than to reach for her and lay my hands on her body.

I take one step forward, suddenly feeling some sort of fucking anxiety washing over me. Why am I like this? I’ve been with her before. We had an amazing time. Fuck, I’ve been with too many other women to remember.

But why is it different this time?

I don’t know. And in the end, I don’t fucking care.

All that matters is that she’s close. So close I can feel her breath now. Her eyes are dancing this insane Morse code of sex.

“Do you think about him, when you think about me?” she asks.

I nod my head. She squirms.

She’s getting hot.