True to his word, dinner is pretty magical. Cal made reservations at the steakhouse in the hotel. We are escorted to a table well hidden in the back of the restaurant, which makes me feel more at ease, my uncomfortableness coming from all the eyes who are staring at us when we arrive. We are seated and immediately order drinks and food. As we go through the details of our day, I do not lose sight of the fact that our worlds are so completely different.

“Do you get nervous with your job?” I ask after he describes how his table read went with the new actor. I don’t think I could handle the pressure of being an actress. Always being watched, always being scrutinized, always having to look a certain way. How can that not mess with your psyche?

“When I first started out, auditioning was pretty daunting. Now I would say that the sex scenes make me nervous,” he laughs at my surprised expression. “The actual sex scene is so far removed from being intimate due to the amount of people that are around watching you. You are being told how to pretend to have sex. Then you worry about if your breath smells, if you are covered in the right places, if you are being respectful to the actress or even if you are looking like you have sexual chemistry with this person. There is nothing natural about it at all.”

“How do you not get turned on by the kissing and um, dry humping?” I blush a little at the visual of how I might have looked trying to dry hump Cal this morning.

“Absolutely we get turned on!” He leans in and puts his forearms on the table “While the scenes make me nervous, I would be completely lying if I didn’t say they weren’t fun. So many actors complain about how horrible those scenes are - that is complete bullshit. They say that so they don’t get in trouble with their partners. If they truly wanted to be respectful to their partners, they would do movies without sex scenes or ask for script changes for the scene to be just kissing with the scene fading out, alluding that they are going to have sex.” His honesty is refreshing as I would never have thought that the actor could even ask for the scene to be re-written.

“Are you nervous for tomorrow?” He changes the subject as our waiter brings our food.

“A little,” I pause. “Normally I get more nervous the day of. I’m confident with the content of my speech, it’s just making sure my delivery is effective and meaningful.”

“I’m sure you are going to be brilliant. Maybe I’ll come and watch you,” he smiles, as he chews his food.

“Perfect idea as I wouldn’t be nervous knowing all eyes will be on you instead of me.” I cannot even imagine the chaos he would cause amongst the hundreds of women who will be there. “Seriously, you would be a huge distraction, so it’s probably best if you don’t show up.”

“I don’t even know if I can, anyway. I have an appointment with wardrobe and I’m not sure what time that is yet.” He takes out his phone and starts to text. “Honestly, though, I really would like to see you speak.”

“Usually the conference records the keynote speakers. Maybe I can get a copy of it, if you really want to see it, but don’t expect me to watch it with you.” I shake my head at the thought, knowing I would be truly embarrassed at watching myself, especially with Cal.

“I don’t like watching myself either. I made the mistake of doing it once and will never do it again.” He finishes his text and puts his phone away.

“You mean to tell me you don’t watch your own TV shows or movies?” I ask skeptically, not really believing what I’m hearing. How can actors not watch their own work to see where they need improvement?

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t. This is how I see it - I work hard on my craft, I take care of my body, I show up early on set, I make sure I know all of my lines. I don’t waste people’s time. I am respectful to everyone who deserves my respect. I know I’m good looking, but I take pride in my work ethic and it shows. And that’s why I’m being offered parts. There’s no need to watch my work if I know at the end of the day, I’ve given it my all.” His confidence is such a turn on that I have to cross my legs to help squash the pulsing in between them.

We finish our dinner and get up to leave to go to the show. Cal grabs my hand and leads the way out of the restaurant. We get stopped twice on our way to the show for autographs and photos, which I volunteer to take for his fans. The women freak out and give me dirty looks while the men act less extreme. Despite some of the outrageous things they say to him, he is genuine with each and every person, always thanking them for their support.

We make it to the show right as the lights dim and are escorted to a private table off to the side, away from the other tables. I have been entertained by illusionists before, but I do think it is a little ridiculous when they try to convince people that they can make the Statue of Liberty disappear. The illusionist starts to create a story, and soon we get sucked into his world of magic for an hour and a half. We give him a standing ovation at the conclusion of the show and wait until everyone else leaves before we make our departure.

“What did you think of the show?” Cal asks as we walk toward the exit.

“I thought it was actually really good. I liked the storytelling aspect of it.”

“I agree. The show flowed very well with no slow points. Is there anywhere else you want to go?” Cal stops and looks at me.

“I think I’m ready for bed,” I say, stifling a yawn. I have to be up very early and don’t want to go to bed too late, especially if Cal plans to join me. I just need to be honest with myself - I am beyond turned on by this man, and I am ready to continue where we left off this morning.

“Well then, let’s get you tucked in,” he says wickedly, grabbing my hand and leading us to his place. We briskly walk through the casino to the VIP door, no words needing to be spoken as the anticipation of tonight making my heart race. We say good evening to the security guard while we go through to the hallway to the atrium. We continue walking down the corridor that leads to his door, the only sound being my heels clicking against the floor. We arrive at his door where he pulls out his key card and lets us in. All the lights are turned on and soft music is playing. I send Cal a quizzical look and he just shrugs his shoulders. “Steven must still be here.” As if on cue, Steven enters the hallway.

“Good evening, Mr. Harrington, Ms. Pruitt. I hope your evening is going well so far. Would you like me to order any food or make you a drink?” he asks, looking between Cal and me.

“I would like a vodka tonic with a lime, please.” I ask for a drink to help calm my unexpected nervousness about tonight.

“I can make Jenna’s drink from the bar, Steven. Why don’t you go home as we are all set for the evening?” Cal gives him a tip, shakes his hand and escorts him to the door. He locks the door behind Steven, turns around and stares at me. “Do you really need that drink?” he asks, as his smoldering eyes bore into me.

I shake my head no as he slowly walks toward me, like a lion about to pounce on his prey. There is no turning back on tonight, and I suddenly feel confident with my decision. He stands in front of me, and places his hands on each side of my face, tilting my head up toward him. My gaze drops down to those inviting lips. I briefly look back up at him as he descends upon me, his kiss soft and hesitant. He pulls back to look into my eyes, his nose briefly touching mine before he goes in for another kiss. With parted lips, he starts to tease my upper lip first, catching it when he closes his mouth. He repeats this pattern with my bottom lip, sending tingling sensations down my body. I dart my tongue through his parted lips and he moans softly, meeting my tongue with his own. As we deepen the kiss, he wraps one arm around my torso, his other arm wrapped around my ass, and crushes me to him. I cling to him as he demands I keep up with the lashing his tongue is giving me. We slowly break apart to catch our breaths and he lifts me up, my legs immediately wrapping around him as he carries me into the bedroom.

The room is dark with only the dim lights from his private pool reflecting in. He kicks the door shut as I continue to kiss along his neck, making a brief appearance at his lips as I make my way to the other side of his neck. He stops right before the bed and I slowly slide off him, enjoying the feel of his hard erection against me. I start to unbutton his shirt, taking my time to reveal his hard chest. Once I reach the bottom of his shirt, I place my hands underneath it and caress my way upward, his muscles rippling underneath my touch. I grasp the edges of each side, spread his shirt wide, and take it down over his sculpted arms until it is a laying on the floor. Fascinated by the sight of him, I start a path of kisses on his sternum and make my way to his right nipple. He hisses and tugs my hair with his hands as I graze his nipple with my teeth and suck on it. I alternate between licking and sucking, his noises all the encouragement I need to continue. I eventually kiss my way up and down his six-pack and give his left nipple the attention it deserves. He places his hands in my hair, holding my head as close as it can to his nipple. When I start to suck on it, he moves his hands to my waist to try to untie the knot of my wrap dress.

“Take this damn thing off,” he growls out his frustration after numerous unsuccessful attempts at untying the knot. I leave his nipple and stare intently into his eyes as I untie the knot, unwrap the dress from my body and throw it to the floor. His mouth parts slightly as his eyes roam down my black satin bra, black thong with a matching black garter belt hooked to black stockings.

“You are so beautiful.” He places his hands on top of my shoulders and rubs down, bringing the straps of my bra with him. I shiver from the touch of his warm hands as he leans down, and starts to leave a trail of hot kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I move my head to the side so he can get better access as I grab blindly for his belt buckle. I manage to unbuckle his belt, unhook his pants and slide them off his hips. I slip my hands into his boxers, wrap my hands around his cock, and squeeze slightly. He groans against my neck as I stroke my hands up and down his length. He is round and thick and for a moment, I realize that sex with Cal might hurt if he is really as big as he feels. My thoughts dissipate as his hot, wet mouth latches onto my nipple, making me gasp. His tongue assaults it, sending sparks straight down to my core. I remove my hands from his cock, grab a hold of his head and bring him closer as I arch my back and moan in pleasure. He wraps his arms around me, lifts me onto the bed and lays down on top of me, his mouth continuing its deadly attack. I wrap my legs around him and start to rub up against him, the friction against him making the need for him to be inside me stronger. His hands caress my stomach until they reach the top of the garter belt, where his fingers slip underneath into my panties.

“You are so wet,” he whispers, as he makes his way to my other nipple while his fingers continue to rub up and down against me. I can’t help but grind against his hand, squeezing it with my thighs to try to bring his fingers deeper inside me. My moans becoming louder as my desire for him only intensifies.

“Cal,” I rasp, as he kisses down my stomach, grabs the top of my garter belt and thong, and slides it down my legs. He kisses up my thighs while he pulls my shoes off and takes the stockings off. Once I am free, he spreads my legs, blows on my clit as a small warning before he flicks his tongue against it. I moan louder and tangle my hands in his hair, positioning him so his tongue can go deeper. There is no way I will last long, my body already starting to spasm from the shock waves his tongue is creating.

“Please Cal,” I beg. “Please….I need you inside me.” I must have him inside me now before I explode against his mouth. With one final suck, he lifts his body off of me and tells me to move to the headboard. I scoot backwards as he makes his way around the bed, opens the drawer to the nightstand and takes out a condom. I watch with hooded eyes as he removes the condom from the wrapper, pinches the top and wraps it slowly over his glistening tip, down his magnificent shaft. My eyes make their way up his body to his face to find him watching me. We stare at each other as he gets back on the bed, sits on his knees and brings me closer by moving my ass up on top of his thighs. With my legs spread apart, he grabs his cock and positions it as he rubs his tip up and down my bud, and then down to my opening. I shake my head from side to side and dig my nails in his forearms, not knowing how much more I can take the teasing of having him so close to being inside of me.

“Cal,” I pant, “please…” With that last plea, he slowly enters me, inching his way deeper. Despite my wetness, my body tenses at the shock from having someone so big inside me.

“Fuck, you are so tight.” He clenches his teeth while slowly pulling back out. “Are you okay?” he whispers, as I wince from the pain that has now replaced the pleasure.

“For some reason, it hurts. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a long time or the position we’re in.” I am glad it’s somewhat dark in here so he can’t see the flush of embarrassment that’s crept up my face from revealing that it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.

He moves over me, keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows as he slips his hands underneath my head and kisses me. I soon become engulfed with desire again as his kisses attack my senses, and I can’t keep my body from moving against his. He suddenly thrusts back into me and I gasp loudly, this time at the unexpected pleasure. He starts to move in and out, and my hands immediately grab his ass to help move against him, the up and down motion creating a delicious friction against me. My body starts to vibrate from the buildup that is happening inside me. He thrusts faster, his moans becoming louder and more frequent. My hands grip him tighter, bringing his pelvis closer against me. Feeling as if I am about to come, I scream out my orgasm, clinging to every last thrust as he soon screams out his own release. It feels like my body leapt off a cliff and I am a light as a feather, slowly floating back down to the ground. When I come back to myself, I wrap my arms around him, relishing in the deliciousness of him still being inside of me. He lifts his head up and gives me a slow, sensual kiss that starts the tingle back up in my toes.

“You are amazing,” he says, as he stares into my eyes. I immediately feel overwhelmed with unwanted emotion, so I remain silent and just smile at him. He leans down to kiss me again and while doing so, slowly pulls out of me. I groan at the loss against his mouth, not liking the feeling of emptiness. As I watch him get up to go to the restroom, I quickly come to the realization that he has completely ruined me for sex with any other man.