Executive Engagement

"Let me guess, you were going to order the Bleu Cheese Burger," he chides.

"Fuck off, you always think you have me pegged," I say jokingly.

He gives me a playful punch on my arm and I laugh, brushing the hair back from my forehead. Now this is the Colt I know, which is a comforting feeling. I feel like I am treading back on familiar territory.

"It's because I do. Just admit it. When have I ever been wrong?" He laughs, and opens the menu from the table.

"Plenty of times! In fact, remember when you—"

"Now fucking stop right there. I'm going to have to tell you to go fuck yourself," Colt laughs.

Despite everything, I laugh back.

For a moment, I forget everything and look at Colt. I’m supposed to hate this man. But that hatred seems to be a mask - hiding something greater.

He reaches over and I take his hand. I lean over the table in the booth before I realize what I’m doing. Is his face coming closer?

Our faces are inches apart.

I could kiss him right now.

I can feel his breath. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I squeeze his hand and my eyes droop, preparing to kiss him.

Just then, the figure of a blonde woman walking across the pub catches both our attention, and our easy banter fades. We do not have to say anything because I know we are both thinking about the same woman: Julianna. The woman at the bar isn’t her, but I realize that she is the force we need in our universe. The person who creates balance to all of the opposing forces in our lives. I wonder if she feels the same way. I have to speak to her.

But I can’t. I shouldn’t even be talking to Colt.

I pull away from Colt’s face and lean back against the booth.

“I…I gotta go,” I say hastily, slapping down some money on the table in case I didn’t pay for anything.

I can see the hurt in Colt’s eyes. “You’re running away, man,” he yells at me as I keep walking. “Your dad isn’t here anymore, Ethan. Hey, are you listening to me, fucker?”

But I’m gone. Into the crisp New York City night. I pull out my phone and call Larry.

“I’m in,” I say to him. “What do I need to do?”

“I’ll be right over,” he says, not caring about the time.

I hang up and decide to walk back to my condo.

By myself. In the loneliest big city in the world.

Julianna

What time is it? I grab my phone from the nightstand and swipe it on. Shit. It's already after 7 am, and I have more email and text message alerts than I dare to count right now. What's happening to me? I've always had a morning routine that kicked ass and took names later. Now my mornings are slipping through my fingers faster than water through a colander and I have a man tangled in the sheets next to me that make my heart leap. I've grown soft.

I try to sneak out of the bed, and just when I swing one leg off the mattress, I feel a strong hand wrap around my thigh.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I smile. Seeing Colt's bed hair makes me laugh and I try to smooth it down with my fingers. He runs his hands down the small of my back and grabs my ass—two firm squeezes. We do not bother wearing any clothes from the night before. I enjoy nuzzling my bare ass up next to his cock as much as possible. It is easy to make him hard. Even now, I feel his cock growing underneath me. I kiss his neck and run my tongue down his chest, and continue a path straight to his cock.

"Oh fuck, " he moans. He knows exactly what is coming. I grab his shaft and place his cock into my mouth. Just the tip at first, tapping my tongue delicately underneath his dick, and then I take him in deeply and his moaning intensifies. I'm already wet and all I can think about is shoving him inside me, so I straddle him as he lays there, still tangled in the soft white sheets of my King-sized bed. I have him under my spell, just the way I like it. I flash him a hungry grin.

"I want you so fucking bad," I purr.

He pulls me into him, and sucks on my breasts. The force of his mouth around my nipples sends shivers down my body from head to toe, and I buck my hips. My entire body is electrified as I grab his cock and shove it into my pussy, grinding my hips. I rake my nails across his chest, and with the motion of my relentless gyrations I know I'm going to cum. I don't hold back and let it overtake me, my pussy throbbing with each muscle spasm. Colt senses it is his turn and he thrusts his cock into me with greater speed. I urge him on, "Fuck, cum for me," I moan. And as if on command, he dig his strong hands into my hips and I feel his dick pulse, shooting waves of cum deep inside of me. I eagerly take him in. We rest together for a moment like that, inside of each other, until the current of desire subsides, and I unhook my legs from his body. Then my mind drifts back to Ethan. I enjoyed fucking Colt. It is great, but there is something missing. An unmistakable void.