Executive Decision: A Romance Novel

by Mandy M. Roth

  Move, roll, yell for help. Do something!

  As usual, I ignored my inner voice. I locked eyes with him and instantly realized what a horrible mistake that was. “Dale?”

  His hot green gaze bore into me, making the heat problem in the bathroom sky rocket. Propping himself up on one arm, he dipped his head down and stopped when his nose touched mine. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Nothing that makes any sense.”

  “I can relate.”

  Our casual back and forth was filled with tension.

  Dale rubbed the tip of his nose over mine. “Hmm, this is ... umm ... a bit different.”

  I wanted to lean up just enough to capture his mouth with mine. I didn’t. My traitorous nipples gave into the lure of Dale’s body. They were hard in seconds. Thankfully, I had a thick towel covering them. Afraid that the towel may not be covering my breasts completely, I pulled it up hard and fast. Dale gasped and rubbed his lower body against me. His clothed erection felt a hell of a lot closer to my heated entrance than it had before.

  Ohmygod! I pulled the towel up too far!

  Panicked, I began to wiggle hard to get out from under him.

  Dale growled and dropped his head down next to mine. “You aren’t helping here. The more you move, the more I can’t.”

  I froze.

  “Liz, you understand that I don’t have any control over certain areas of my body, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, you know that I’m not purposely ... err ... doing this?”

  “Of course you’re not doing it on purpose. Not once in all these years has anything like this happened. We can’t help if our bodies are doing what they naturally do when presented with a similar situation.”

  Dale tightened his stomach muscles and pulled his head up slowly. “Our bodies?”

  Ignoring his question, I pressed lightly on his shoulders. “You need to get off.” His eyes widened. “Get off me. Yes, me. It was a slip of the tongue.”

  Instantly, Dale’s tongue ran over his lower lip as his eyes flickered downward.

  I growled. “Are you going to take everything I say as a sexual reference?”

  “Well, you are pinned under me and for the most part naked. It’s hard not to.”

  “Give me the razor back. I’d like to try that again. This time with no guidance around your throat.”

  He wagged his eyebrows and offered me a grin filled with promises I didn’t want to think about.

  “Off.”

  Dale began to roll off, and I realized I was naked from the waist down and he was about to get a first hand view. Quickly, I grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled him back to me. “On second thought, stay. Umm, I don’t have anything to cover myself with.”

  Dale smiled and my pulse sped. “You didn’t care about it when you were arguing with me about putting a towel between your legs.”

  Well, I didn’t have hot flashes every time I looked at you then.

  Refraining from saying what was on my mind, I twisted my head up and spotted the other towel on the floor. I reached for it. It was out of my reach but I wasn’t about to surrender. Stretching, I tried again. No luck. I just had a little bit further to go. Sliding my legs up and around Dale’s waist, I tried again only to feel him pressed firmly against my opening.

  “Liz,” he took a ragged breath, “what are you trying to do? If it’s kill me, then you are well on your way.”

  I did my best to concentrate on his words, not the size of his penis. It was damn impressive so it was difficult to think of much else. “I’m trying to reach the other towel. I can cover up with it when you get off me.”

  “Please stop. It’s making things way worse for me.”

  I pulled my arm back and adjusted to a more comfortable position under him. Instantly, my clit rubbed against his hard cock, making me gasp and my face hot. Dale ground himself against me lightly. A shockwave of pleasure surged through my lower body and left me wrapping my legs tightly around him.

  “Ahh,” he murmured as he moved slightly again.

  I grabbed hold of the backs of his arms, gripping him tightly. “Dale ... we ... we need to separate now.”

  “I can’t move or I would.”

  “What do you mean you can’t move? It’s easy. Just push off the floor and you’re done.”

  He averted his gaze and his face flushed. “I know how to get off you. It’s the getting off without ... uhh ... actually ‘getting off’ that’s the issue here now.”

  My mouth fell open. I gave him a questioning look and tried to say something, anything. Only air came out.

  “Liz, don’t get pissed at me. I have no control of what’s going on.”

  “No control is right! Somehow, I thought you last longer than this when you’re doing your thing with women.” I lifted my head slightly and dropped it back against the tiled floor with a thud. “We aren’t even having sex and you’re having control issues.”

  Dale’s jaw tightened. “Excuse me, Ms. Perfect, but is it me or is it getting a little damp down there?”

  Thinking about what he’d just said, I realized he was right. I was wet. Not just damp but soaked. Why the hell was my body creaming while Dale was pressed against it? Didn’t it understand this was Dale? Obviously, it didn’t discriminate. “Grrr, fine, come and then we can figure out what to do.”

  “What?” Dale didn’t just look shocked, he looked slightly horrified. “I am not going to do anything of the sort!” He shook his head slightly. “Since I hit puberty, I’ve dreamed of a hot chick telling me to just do my thing. Now that I have it, I turn it down.”

  “Well, what do you propose? Should we just lay here until it finally gives up?”

  He laughed and rolled his green eyes. “It, as you call it, isn’t likely to go down while nestled between your legs, Elizabeth.”

  I lay under him, trying to figure out which was more humiliating, him seeing me half naked and glistening with cream he caused to flow, or having him just come and then making him move with me across the bathroom floor to get the other towel.

  A sudden attack of modesty made me pick the latter of the two. “Just finish. Then we’ll grab the towel.”

  “I am not about to just finish on you!”

  “Why? Am I not good enough?”

  What the hell was I talking about? I’d officially lost my mind.

  “Let’s recap, shall we? You admitted that you don’t stay friends with men you sleep with. Now, this doesn’t qualify as technically sleeping together but it’s not too far off. It’s very Clintonesque.” He glared at me. “And if you think I’m tossing eight years of friendship down the drain because of an accidental meeting, then you are sadly mistaken, Elizabeth.”

  Tell me how you really feel.

  “We’ll be fine. We’ve been friends way too long to let something this little come between us.”

  Dale rubbed his erection against me again. “Little?”

  My gaze darted around the bathroom, wanting to land anywhere but on Dale. “You know what I mean.”

  There was absolutely nothing little about Dale. I couldn’t even imagine trying to accommodate something the size of his penis.

  “At this rate, we’ll be on the floor forever. Oh, to hell with it.” Taking charge of the situation, I rotated my hips beneath him, stimulating myself as well as him. He stared down at me with confusion on his face. This was too weird for him. Hell, it was too weird for me. Grabbing hold of the back of his neck, I pulled Dale’s head down to me.

  “Liz...?” he asked a moment before I pressed my lips to his.

  Instantly, it felt as though I’d been struck by lightning. Dale’s mouth was so soft. He didn’t respond to the kiss. I bit lightly on his lower lip, hoping it would prompt him to open for me. It did. His lips parted and I slid my tongue in. Dale’s greeted it and within seconds we’d found a rhythm that worked for us. Tiny swirls, each circling the other, our tongues danced a well-choreographed dance with no music.

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p; I rubbed myself against him while tasting his sweet mouth. My body responded in ways that surprised me. Every piece of me was now extra sensitive, to the point it was more than noticeable. I also found that other senses were heightened as well. The smell of Dale was all around me, making me want to rub harder against him.

  I was suddenly aware that I was running my fingertips over the backs of his arms and his neck. When had I started that and why did he feel so good? Unable to pull them away due to how good Dale’s skin felt, I left them there. Each time he moved even slightly, another muscles rippled. It was more than easy to visualize his entire body rippling as he slid in and out of me. Closing my eyes tight, I did my best to push it out of my head and only ended up pushing harder against him.

  The cool tile pressed against my back was in sharp contrast to the heat coming from Dale. He seemed to radiate it. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin. Unable to help myself, I drew back from his lips and licked his neck lightly.

  “Liz,” he said, barely above a whisper. “We should stop.”

  “Uh-huh.” The salty taste of his skin left me nibbling, sucking, and nuzzling my face against his neck. The more I tried to pull away, the more I kissed him, ending up back at his mouth in no time. He moved his hard body against mine and slowly began to simulate sex, rippling just as I thought he would. Each swipe he took across my clit left me moaning softly into his mouth.

  Stay detached. This is a means to an end. And it’s Dale.

  Ignoring myself once again, I traced my way down his muscular back, taking extra care to outline each and every curve and bulge. The heat between us continued to rise to the point it was suffocating. It was too hot. Too much. Needing relief, I pushed slightly on Dale’s chest. “Up, just a bit.”

  He listened and raised his chest off me a hair. Slipping my arms under his, I went for my towel and undid it. Dale glanced down and stiffened. “Don’t, Liz.”

  “It’s too hot. You’re too hot.” Ignoring his request, I open the towel and pulled it to the sides of my body. Instantly, my hard nipples were pressed against his chest.

  Dale threw his head back. “Dammit, Liz.”

  Reaching for him, I ran my hands up his neck and into his hair. I tugged gently and he looked down at me. “I’m sorry. I was hot.”

  He rolled his eyes and laughed softly. “Do you think I’m not? I can’t....”

  The impulse to have his bare chest against mine was too hard to resist. I pulled on his white muscle shirt, slowly inching it up his body. The question in his eyes looked exactly how I felt. Why was I doing this? Dale dipped his head down and lifted one arm at a time, allowing me to take his shirt off completely.

  “Liz, I can’t lay against you, when you’re naked and I’m in next to nothing. Hell, I can’t even look down because I’m afraid of what will happen to my control if I see your breasts under me.”

  “We should stop then,” I offered, secretly praying he’d say no.

  Dale sucked the corner of his lip in and nodded. My stomach dropped. Tipping his head down, he sighed. I went to slide out from under him and his head dropped suddenly. This time, it wasn’t my lips he captured.

  Fire shot through me as Dale drew my nipple into his mouth, tugging on it gently, leaving me moaning, confused, and needing more. He ran his fingertips over my other nipple before rolling it ever so tenderly. Tiny sparks of passion moved through me, actively seeking my womb. Cream trickled down my inner thighs and I knew we should stop. Hell, I knew we should separate to opposite ends of the city and soon. My brain screamed at me to pull Dale away. Instead, I pulled him tighter to me.

  Dale was so gentle with me, as though he were afraid I’d break. The pleasure continued to build as he moved his mouth to my other breast, teasing and taunting my nipple until I writhed beneath him. I needed to escape the pleasure, run to avoid demanding he take me and fuck me—which was what my body craved. He sucked harder.

  “Dale....”

  He looked up at me through hooded lids and freed my nipple. He planted tiny kisses on the underside of my breast and edged his way to my stomach, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. It was so incredibly erotic to see him in that position, in that light that I just stared at him as he went. Kissing his way down, past my navel, he lifted his head and gave me the smile I loved so much.

  It hit me then. This was Dale, my Dale, my best friend. I tried to sit up but only made it to my elbows. Dale began to slide down further.

  “No, stop.”

  The hurt look on his face broke my heart. “You don’t want me down here, I get it. I’m sorry....”

  “I want you to stop because I do want you there. Way, way more than I should. We’ve already crossed the line, Dale. And I don’t want to lose you.”

  He stayed there, quiet for a moment, and I started to worry. No emotion showed on his face, and I wanted to scream at him to talk to me. “Liz, do you want to stop? I think we’re past the point of modesty now so getting up and seeing you completely naked is no longer an issue. Just tell me to stop and I will.”

  Yes, you want him to stop. It’s Dale and you’re not attracted to Dale.

  “Do you want to stop?”

  Why in the hell did I ask him that?

  The muscles in his corded neck flexed as his jaw tightened. He nodded slightly and then quickly turned it into shaking his head no. “I know I should. But now’s not the best time for me to be making a decision. I’m hard as a fucking rock. I’m about two inches from heaven and I can smell you, Liz. I can smell your sex and the scent is driving me crazy right now. I’m not sure how I haven’t already dug my face in it.”

  Shocked by his brutal honesty, my mouth fell open. “Dale!”

  He gave me a bad boy grin and shrugged. “Just stating the reasons why I can’t make any decisions. There’s also the fact that I’m staring up your gorgeous, mouth-watering body, knowing that I caused your cheeks and chest to flush like that. And that makes me wonder how you’ll look if we finish this. Really, I shouldn’t be consulted in the decision making process.”

  Dale’s words ran over me like a feather, making me squirm slightly while serving to increase my arousal. Just looking down at him, almost all the way between my legs made my body tightened with an eagerness to guide him lower and let him do what he wanted to do--bury his face in me. And then I wanted to pull him up and explore his body inch for inch.

  This had to stop and I knew it. But I couldn’t just send him away now. It would hurt him, and I knew it would hurt me. “Come here.”

  Dale went on all fours and dropped his head down fast, licking my slit long and hard. I jerked upright and gasped as my entire lower body jolted. He looked up at me, his green eyes wouldn’t let me look away, wouldn’t let me move or protest. Not that I even remembered I’d wanted to. “I had a feeling you kept yours shaved. You wear some little underwear and well, let’s just say I’m happy to see I was right.”

  I gave him a warning look and he winked at me before rising to sit on his knees. He just sat there, staring at me to the point that I couldn’t decided if I wanted to cover myself or open my legs wide to him. The latter was fast winning. His cock was still erect, causing his boxer briefs to tent outward. He was so close. He could have entered at anytime. But he didn’t. He was so perfect, so sculpted and hard yet so tender and gentle. Had my Dale always been this way?

  My Dale?

  Dale took hold of his clothed erection and rubbed it over my clit. I gasped. The corner of his mouth lifted as he leaned forward and began to crawl his way back up my body. When his face was directly above mine, he stopped and dropped down on me, pressing his thick erection against the pad of my pussy as he went.

  “Dale....”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “We can’t.”

  Rotating his hips, Dale struck my clit, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him tight. I pulled him to me and held him tight as he continued to rub against me. Shallow breaths came from me, and I tried to control my thoughts, emotions
, reactions. I couldn’t. Dale had full control now. Purring in my ear, he made my entire body try to fold into itself. As I swiveled my hips, I countered his motion, making the pressure inside me that I’d hoped had passed spring to life.

  “Kiss me,” I whispered.

  Dale’s mouth found mine, and I closed my eyes, allowing him to lead while we lay on the cold tile floor, rubbing against one another. Everything on me tingled, even my fingertips. I ran my hands through Dale’s hair as I ate at his mouth, wanting to devour it with my own. He stopped rubbing and started rocking softly while staying in one place. My orgasm seized hold of me. I tightened my legs around him and tossed my head back, breaking our kiss. Moaning, I had to focus on not crying out.

  He chuckled, in a deep sexy manner and placed tiny kisses on my neck, driving me wild as my pussy quaked and moisture oozed from it. Moaning, I could do nothing more than hold his head to me as I let the orgasm take its course.

  Dale slid down a bit and moved his groin back from mine. He couldn’t go yet. I needed him to finish. It didn’t matter that we shouldn’t be doing this and that we’d already gone too far. All that mattered was that Dale was happy.

  I rose slightly too, pressing on the front of his shoulder, making him lean to the side a bit. Capturing his mouth with mine, I pushed harder on his shoulder and twisted my body with him. We rolled fast, leaving Dale pinned under me. Exactly as he’d been on his bed. Only now, making him laugh wasn’t my object. My new goal was to make him come. While it wasn’t a mission I’d ever envisioned I’d have, I accepted it with an eagerness that surprised me.

  I rubbed my saturated slit against his clothed cock. His hands came to my hips and he began to guide my thrusts. Dropping my head down, I kissed him hard, not worrying about going full force with my mouth. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible. Dale broke the kiss and shifted under me.

  “Ahh, I need to adjust, Liz. It’s pinned a little tight right this second.

  I went to move off him and he grabbed me. “Don’t go, just give me a minute.” Reaching down, he adjusted his twisted briefs, allowing his member some breathing room.