by Nella Tyler
The warmth of him against me was extrinsic while the scent of him surrounding me was intoxicating.
Dexter was ravenous, and his animalistic fervor was inspiring. Instead of being self-conscious about the way I looked, his reactions caused me to focus more on the way I felt.
It was wonderful.
There was an intense sense of womanliness that overtook me. Every stroke of his hand and kiss of his lips exalted me to a new and more engaging level of excitement.
Dexter was all over my body, caressing it with both sweet and ravishing intent. He seemed to know exactly what I liked and when his hands slid down the side of my body, dipping between my thighs and spreading them farther apart, I moaned.
By this time, the only sound to be heard was that of our lovemaking and mutually heavy breathing. We were transfixed on one another, enthralled by the allure of our own most natural state.
This was a long time coming, and I couldn’t believe that finally, we were doing what I had only dreamed of until this moment.
Eagerly, I opened myself to him, and in a swift motion, he repositioned himself and eased inside of me.
I nearly screamed as I felt him fill my most secret place. I grasped his shoulders tightly and arched my back, allowing him to enter me further.
“Oh…yes…” I exclaimed as he eased himself back out before thrusting deeply into me again. I groaned and writhed with excitement as we fell into a fact-paced rhythm.
Back and forth we moved, allowing the natural cadence of our bodies to dictate our movements. I felt everything all at once as I took him into me. Each thrust I felt, we were both growing in passion and nearing our climax.
By now, we were sweating slightly from our exertion, and our breaths were heated. I could feel each and every part of him on my face as vividly as I could feel him inside of me.
Eventually, I felt his pattern deviate. Suddenly, he was more insistent, and his expression turned into something far more direct. However, it was the feeling of his pulsating member that told me he was nearing completion.
He groaned with one final thrust, sending us both into a flurry of euphoria. I closed my eyes as the intense emotion overtook me. Instantly, everything solitary inch of my body was oversensitive and completely alive.
While Dexter wasn’t my first, I was certain from the way my body reacted to him that he was the best.
The pulsing in my loins was intensified by the filling injection of his love.
As we both came down from euphoria, I felt my body pulse around his member as though thanking it for providing my body such unparalleled delight.
Once we were finished, Dexter rolled onto the bed, and I followed him, not yet wanting to leave the warmth of his embrace.
We were silent for a long time as our bodies reconnected with the reality that surrounded us and our breath steadied.
I grinned and snuggled close to him, reveling in the warmth of his taut, virile body. Dexter’s arm wrapped around me protectively, and for a while, we listened to the sound of our still panting breaths.
Eventually, though, my mind started to wander. When the haze of the sex started to wear off, and the implications of what had happened started to work into my mind, I started to panic.
I was never this irresponsible, but none of that mattered now, considering the time I chose to be irresponsible could be the worst of all.
Or, it could work out for the best, I told myself, but couldn’t find it in me to believe it.
Either way, however, I knew that we would have to have a conversation about it. We needed to come up with a plan.
“What are you thinking about?” Dexter asked, as though he could read my thoughts. He didn’t turn toward me, but I could tell that he was instinctively listening, focused completely on me and thus could tell the change in my disposition immediately.
“Umm, I think we need to talk,” I offered, propping myself up on my elbow.
“Okay,” Dexter answered easily, seeming unmoved by what I thought was an unintentional ominous tone.
“Well, I was thinking that if our fathers knew about the relationship, it could jeopardize the company…”
“Do you think we made a mistake?” he inquired, raising his eyebrows.
“No! Not at all. That’s why I’m bringing it up. I want to hear your thoughts.”
“Well, there’s no denying that if things get serious between us and things go south, it could spell disaster for our fathers’ company,” he explained, causing me to shift my eyes away from him in defeat. “But, hey!” Dex exclaimed, gently tugging my chin upwards so that I was compelled to reconnect with his gaze, “That doesn’t mean I want to stop seeing you.” I must not have looked too convinced because he immediately followed up with, “Mazie, you and I have known one another a long time. I hope you know that I wouldn’t let it get this far if I didn’t think there was something there. This isn't just a one-night stand for me. I want to see you again. I’m hopeful that after all this time, we might actually be able to make this work.”
I grinned, thankful that he wasn’t only in it for the sex, or at least he had the decency to tell me that and sound convincing.
“So, what do you want to do about it?” I asked as he let his hand drop to the sheet. I continued to keep his gaze.
“I want to keep doing what we’re doing.”
“You mean currently?” I teased.
“Well, I meant seeing one another and trying to figure out whether this is really right for both of us but…yeah. I definitely want to continue doing this,” he growled playfully and eased himself closer, brushing his lips against mine, causing me to blush.
“But, we’re not going to tell anyone until we’re sure this is serious, right? I don’t want to cause a whole lot of drama for a fling,” I insisted in a lighthearted but genuine manner.
“I think that’s a good idea. Not because I don’t want to tell anyone,” he insisted.
“No. I agree. It’s better this way, for the moment, at least.”
Dexter reacted in kind before he changed the subject, “So, I’m working on that big deal for my father, and I have to go present it tomorrow, so I have to leave for a few days…but I was thinking, when I get back, I could take you to Bernville?”
“Is that the place with the lights and the shops?”
Dexter nodded his head enthusiastically.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of excitement.
“Yes! I would love to go there! I’ve never been,” I admitted, “I’ve always heard such good things about it though.”
“You’ve never been there?” he asked in disbelief.
I shook my head.
“I’ve always wanted to go, but every year, Christmas comes and goes without me getting out there.”
“Well,” Dexter offered confidently, “this year; you can rest assured that you will make it.”
I beamed brightly, now only wishing that he was back before he even left.
Dexter
Despite living the entirety of my life as one confident bastard, when I walked off the plane the following morning, I couldn’t have been more ready for this meeting.
I was surprised at exactly how focused I was.
During the plane ride, I closed my eyes and caught up on some much-needed rest, and when it landed, I felt recharged and excited.
Of course, I knew there was a lot riding on this meeting, so the inclination to be outright cocky was thwarted, but anything less was pure entertainment.
When I was leaving the terminal, I glanced at my watch and grinned. I had exactly enough time to sit down and have lunch before I arrived, a few minutes early, for the meeting.
I chose a restaurant that was close to the airport; while the food wasn’t superb, it was better than trying to find something that would pass for edible in the airport.
While I ate, I looked over the presentation. Although I knew it by heart, I wanted to be refreshed before I took the plunge, walking into the room.
As I looked over
the material, which by now I could practically recite without even having to look at what I had brought, I fell into thought about how important this meeting was. I allowed my mind to wander into the wonder of what it would be like to land this deal, as well as what might happen if I didn’t.
At first, I didn’t realize my goal, but eventually I concluded that I was trying to feel something. I wanted to have a stroke of nervousness or excitement, or something that would make this seem real.
With the lack of emotion I was experiencing, besides my overly confident air, the experience almost felt dreamlike. I wondered, a few times throughout lunch if I would end up waking up in Mazie’s bed to the sound of my alarm.
Maybe I really haven’t left yet, I thought, though I knew that was ridiculous. I was certain that I would know if I had had this in-depth of a dream. After all, I hardly sleep long enough to have such a dream, even with the accelerated timelessness of REM.
Still, despite my self-assurance, I still had to wonder why I wasn’t feeling anything. If this wasn’t a dream, then how could something that will either make or break my career cause me to feel far less than when I went on a date with Mazie?
Mazie… My mind started to wander in a different direction now. I thought about the softness of her skin, the intensity of her body, pressed close to mine and the exhilaration of holding one another tight.
I closed my eyes as my mind drifted further away from work and deeper into the memory of last night. The taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of caressing her soft skin; the way she moved, the way she moaned when I pleased her and the intensity of emotions I felt we shared at the moment that we climaxed…
Holy shit! What am I doing? I thought eventually, ripping myself away from the daydream as I looked around the room in something of a panic.
I drew in a calming breath, wondering if I was as obviously embarrassed as I felt.
No one seemed to notice, but that still didn’t make me feel better.
Christ, I thought, why am I thinking about Mazie? You have to get her out of your head! You cannot have this distraction.
Even though I told myself that as I looked over the materials for the presentation one last time, I knew that her distraction was part of why I felt so good.
Last night was the first time I had actually felt alive in a long time, and that was all thanks to Mazie.
Still, I focused on finishing up and getting over to the office where the meeting was to take place in exactly the right amount of time.
When I arrived at the office, I was met with an organized confidence that had likely run for long enough to be outdated. Although not unusable, the office that surrounded him was indicative of having an older person running it.
It was a refined, clean office but there was quite a bit that could be done to bring it into the age of modern technology, but that wasn’t my job.
My job was to revolutionize their approach, not challenge their foundation. That was made clear to me from the moment I started to talk with Mr. Wilson.
I was given a room number, and as though I was expected with great anticipation, the secretary met me eagerly.
“Mr. Myer? Is that you?” the comely woman, who looked damn good in a pencil skirt, asked.
“Yes, ma’am, that’s me, but please,” I paused to grin broadly, “call me Dexter.”
She giggled as though my charm had shot right through any professional defenses she was attempting to provide.
“I’m Maria,” she offered, “Mr. Wilson and the rest of the executives have already met in the conference room. Right this way! I was told to bring you right in as soon as I saw you.”
“Thank you, Maria,” I insisted, practicing my charm on the young secretary, warming up before I met my judge, jury, and possibly executioner.
Don’t think about that, Dex, I thought to myself, wiping the thought from my mind as I tried to focus on the task at hand.
After all, I was here to succeed and come Hell or high water, that was what I was going to do. I certainly wasn’t going to give my jackass father the satisfaction of caning my ass for insubordination.
Like the old man could do better. I grinned.
When Maria opened the door to the conference room, I knew that playtime was over.
This was the do or die moment I had prepared for more than anything I had ever done in my entire life.
Therefore, if I failed at this presentation, I probably deserved to be fired, simply because retirement wouldn’t be long and I wanted to go out swinging.
“Dexter Myers!” an older gentleman spoke up before the rest, while all the important suits stood at the announcement of our arrival.
The man that spoke and proceeded to approach me with his hand held out was elderly but seemed sharp. I recognized his voice immediately.
“Mr. Wilson!” I exclaimed, hoping that portraying the idea that we were old friends was the right move.
“Please, call me Bob,” he insisted as I grabbed the elder gentleman’s hand.
I wasn’t quite sure why he was being so friendly, but I told myself that was a good thing, that Mr. Wilson was, in fact, rooting for me to succeed and if nothing else, I was pleased to have his support.
After sharing a firm and earnest handshake with Mr. Wilson, I was introduced to the four other men at the table.
Coincidently, if my father had put more stock into my talents, this board might resemble the one that my father was a part of. There was the CEO, Mr. Wilson, the CFO, his son, also named Bob, and Mr. Wilson’s business partner. Taking one look at the weary old man, I had a feeling he was responsible for the lack of technological advancement throughout the office. He seemed to be a man who liked his money, and that was about all he enjoyed.
However, I wasn’t dealing with him.
Mr. Wilson and his son seemed equally optimistic about my presentation, and thus, I drew confidence from the odds.
When I was invited to sit down, I continued to casually engage in small, yet important, talk, casually mentioning what I had taken great care to learn about the business. I worked off a list of topics that I assumed would be good to talk about to make myself seem especially comfortable with the interworking of the company.
From what I could tell, my plan seemed to work like a charm, and even the older man that reminded me of my father started to relax slightly.
However, eventually, exactly as I assumed he would, it was the old man that cut the friendly conversation in favor of starting the presentation.
“Alright. Well, we know you can research and talk intelligently about our company, but that doesn’t help us in the least. Why don’t you show us your plan?” the elder man interjected, almost randomly, which garnished a strange look from Mr. Wilson.
“Yes, of course, Sir,” I replied, not missing a beat. While I was enjoying trying to bond with the men, I too wanted to get this presentation behind me.
For, as confident as I was in my abilities and in the ideas we hoped to bring to this company, confidence only went so far.
Therefore, I knew I needed to stay in the right headspace to be able to complete the task ahead of me, or I was bound to make a stupid mistake.
However, thanks to all my preparation, I could switch gears quickly and slide right into the mindset of the presentation. To my utter surprise, the presentation went flawlessly.
In addition to my own thoughts, I was also encouraged by the response I received from all three of the company’s suits.
Mr. Wilson, in a way, was a given. He was the one who wanted me there, and thus, he was the one who was rooting for me to succeed. I presumed that Mr. Wilson’s son was the mediator of the group and, like myself, was partial to following his father’s advice, even it lead me down a rabbit hole. Although, it seemed that they had a little bit better relationship than me and my old man, simply because he was an important part of the company.
To my father, most of the time, I felt like he thought he was doing me a favor.
With all of t
hat taken into consideration, I was pleased when the son started to respond positively to my presentation, but it wasn’t until I saw the oldest man grin, that knew I had nailed it.
About halfway through, I saw a glimmer in the man’s eyes that was indicative of someone who genuinely understood what I was trying to accomplish and I knew I had a good shot of closing the deal.
However, when I was finished and asked if there were any questions, no one moved. None of the men asked a question or even made a noise. At that moment, I felt the first bout of panic I had experienced all day. Instantly, my stomach dropped, and my mouth ran dry. I tried to focus on something positive, but no such emotion came.
Maybe they’re still taking it all in, I thought with a desperation that I was not accustomed to.
I knew that the silence hadn’t stretched on all that long, but the silence was deafening, disheartening, and above all, deliberate.
I wanted them to talk to me so badly, but due to their silence, I was terrified of what they were going to say. I expected the old man to be a dick, but for the first time, I started to doubt the rapport I had built up with Mr. Wilson.
His son, meanwhile, seemed to be waiting for either of the other gentleman to speak before giving his own opinion. He seemed to be nearly as on-edge as I was.
Finally, I heard the old man clear his throat and everyone in the room automatically directed their attention in his direction.
“That was an incredible presentation,” he answered simply. His tone certainly didn’t match his words, but thankfully, I didn’t need him to. It was his words that propelled the conversation forward.
“I couldn’t agree more!” Mr. Wilson exclaimed, standing up to shake my hand. “I think I speak for everyone when I tell you that I would be more than happy to close this deal with you and proceed with the company you are representing.” His grin was broad and looked completely sincere, which finally allowed me to relax.
