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“It might be,” I said. “Nothing about us is eversimple, alright? But it’s wonderfully messy. You cannot be us and not have a little chaos, right?”
3.CHANGE OF PLANS
Daphne
Cal wove behind me,looking out over the assemblage of people down below. The party went on, but I’d departed mentally ages ago. Between pretending to drink alcohol and playing the merry First Lady of Chicago, I was tapped out.
He whispered, “I want to take you home and do terrible things to you.”
I turned, confused. “How much have you had to drink.”
“This is water,” Cal said, holding up a cup with a stir stick. “I’ve had two drinks. I am always on a leash.”
“Why are you?—”
“You’re irresistible. I’m bored. I did my part—give the speech, am people up, look happy—but the only thing I really want is your ankles over my shoulders, princess.”
I was tired, overstimulated, and socially drained, but his words threw me into overdrive.
He kissed me slowly, his hands resting too low on my hips. “C’mon. Let me unravel you.”
I bit my lip. “Make an excuse and let’s Irish goodbye this shit.”
The last thing I wanted was Cal’s famous, painful Midwest goodbye.
“Go down to the service entrance and I will meet you there.”
Cal disappeared without a word and I obeyed his orders, feeling like I couldn’t help myself. The idea of him going down on me was delicious. However, extricating him from a gathering was impossible. Everyone wanted to talk his ear off. We could never justleave. It was like my mother at a church luncheon—hopeless. I waited, preparing for disappointment. Instead, he appeared.
“I said you were exhausted, Jo was very sympathetic. She’s going to be the bad guy,” Cal said, taking my hand. “Let’s go.”
“Bless her,” I said, relieved and surprised.
We piled into the car, partition raised. I thought we’d never make it off State Street, but we eventually did. In the elevator headed to our penthouse, Cal pinned me to the wall, kissing me like he needed me to breathe. It was a raw, hungry moment interrupted only momentarily by the elevator doors opening.
“Couch,” I gasped. “I’m not going to make it to the bed.”
“Oh, bad girl,” Cal said. “She’sdesperate.”
I fell to the couch. Cal pinned me, unable to resist. I pulled up the hem and skirt of my dress to free my hips a bit. Cal continued in that mission, running his hand up my dress.
“Do youeverwear panties, Daphne?” Cal asked.
“In this dress?” I gasped as he ran two fingers over my clit. I whimpered, “No.”
“It’s for the best,” Cal said, kissing me again. As he did, he dipped his fingers inside me. It lit a fire within me and I ground against his hand.
I bit his lip and pulled back. “Are you not going to get to work, Mr. Mayor?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cal said.
To my surprise, he dropped to the floor and pulled me towards him. On his knees, he braced on the couch, burying his face in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, propping myself up on my elbows for the visual. “That is… so good.”
He wasn’talwaysso deferential, but damn I loved this. Cal was fully-absorbed in his desire for my pleasure. Laser-focused on my climax, he didn’t stop until he’d met his objected. As his tongue did the work, his fingers kept time within me. I was about to squirt, so I stopped him.
“I… I’m gonna squirt,” I panted. “You… we should probably…”