“When I pull every ounce of pleasure from your bodies—make sure you remember who I am.”
I slide around the side of his seat and sit on the armrest. I let one hand rest lightly against his chest.
“Oh, we know exactly who you are,” I reply softly. His eyes go darker.
“And who’s that?” he challenges.
“Mr. Black. Or should we call you Professor? We love to be taught a lesson.” Zaria replies with fire in her eyes.
“A man who refuses to hide,” I answer.
Zaria nods. “A man who said he doesn’t love in whispers.”
The weight of that statement settles between us and Calil’s posture shifts. It’s less teasing. More serious.
“You trying to test that?” he asks.
I hold his gaze steadily. “I’m willing to let you prove that you’re a man of your word.”
The low buzz of the jet engine fills the brief silence. He studies me carefully in this moment.
“I’m aware of what’s at stake. I’m also man who gets shit done.”
“You talk about responsibility,” I say. “About priority. About standing in front of the world.”
Zaria crosses her arms lightly, eyes sharp. “But we’re still in private.”
Calil’s brow lifts.
“Are we? Because y’all are all over my social media. Have access to my money. Come to the university to have lunch. Nothing about this,” he points between us. “Is a secret. The world also doesn’t need every detail of how I control your orgasms and make your hearts skip a beat,” he smirks as he finishes the statement.
“True, but…” I answer immediately. “I’m questioning the world.”
His expression softens slightly.
“That’s different.”
I lean closer and lower my voice.
“You love us boldly. You defend us. You claim us. But the real test isn’t a social media post.”
Zaria’s voice cuts in smoothly. “It’s brunch with your business partners.”
His eyes roll at that. Not in fear. In a “I’m a grown ass man” way.
“You think I’m embarrassed?” he asks.
“I think,” I say carefully, “that society loves progressive language until it has to sit next to it.”
Silence.
Then he laughs once—both amused and impressed.
“This is what we doing on the way to Costa Rica? Social commentary and seduction?”
Zaria smirks. “We multitask.”
Calil leans back slowly, dragging me with him so I’m half in his lap now.
