Page 106 of Seven Year Itch
Chapter 34
Best of Boulder
Calder
Wyatt, Trista, Max, Cozy, and Luke all sit at an opulent round table at a banquet hall in downtown Boulder. Finishing off our large table of guests is Kate and Miles, friends of Max and Cozy’s that I’ve known for years now. Miles is a partial owner at the Tire Depot in town and a regular at our monthly poker nights. He smiles as his Kate continuously has the whole table in stitches regaling us with stories of her career as a self-proclaimed smut writer. Pretty sure some of the activities Dakota and I have been getting up to these past few weeks could be book-worthy, but since I value my own life, I will keep those stories to myself.
White flowers and candles are spread all over the tables. People are dressed in suits and gowns, sipping cocktails, and mingling with fellow Boulder business owners. It’s definitely a who’s-who of Boulder here tonight. Max knows everyone of course, and even me, Wyatt, and Luke have run into a fair share of people we’ve worked with as fellow local business owners.
Though, I haven’t been very interested in idle chitchat with acquaintances because I’m too busy staring at the hottest woman in the room.
Dakota’s blonde hair glows in the dim banquet lighting as she sits back in her chair and sips her champagne. My eyes drink her in for the hundredth time tonight. She’s wearing a one-shouldered fitted little black dress that hugs every damn curve of her. It has a sexy cut out along her collarbone that I have been fighting the urge to press my lips to all night long. The thick gold link belt sheadded cinches her at the waist, giving her that hourglass figure that makes my dick press against the zipper of my slacks.
When I picked her up earlier tonight and she walked outside before I could get to the door, I damn near stroked out at the sight of her. Her heels are sky-high, her ass is unreal, and the faint remnant of a tan line on her exposed shoulder caused the strangest word to tumble from my lips...
Mine.
That tan line is mine, those curves are mine, the way her long blond curls tighten throughout the night from the humidity of the room...mine.
I adjust myself in my black suit pants yet again as I picture my hand tangled in her hair while her red lips wrap around me. It’s an image I would very much like to make a reality, but this evening isn’t about sex. It isn’t about our PowerPoint checklist or her quest for sexual awakening. It’s about Dakota and everything she’s accomplished in her life. Her divorce is merely a footnote to all that she’s achieved this year, and I need to listen to my upper head, not my lower head.
The sex can wait.
However, I do have big plans for her later. We’re planning to spend the night at her place finally, and by the time I’m done with her, all memories of her ex-husband will be gone for good.
Dakota’s long red nails skate along my thigh as she leans over to whisper in my ear. “Should we go for some extra credit tonight?”
My brows wrinkle as I pull back to look at her, my vision hanging on the sexy pout of her red lips that she’s currently tugging between her teeth. “What did you have in mind?”
She leans in again, and her hot breath tickles my ear as she replies, “Maybe a little more exhibition action. I saw a family restroom with a door that locks, and we could...” She nods toward the door, and my cock reacts instantly.
To take her into a bathroom and bend her over the sink soundsfucking divine. I could shove that tight dress up over her ass and mess up her hair while I fist it and drive into her from behind. I could even take my tie off and wrap it around her mouth to help muffle her cries of pleasure, so no one hears the filthy things I do to her. My dirty girl likes a little bondage. And I like the idea of her walking up on that stage with her cunt stretched out from my dick. Her lips raw from my beard. It all sounds really fucking good.
But my upper head has different ideas than my lower. I swallow the knot in my throat, fighting back the erection growing in my slacks as I lean into her. “I don’t want this evening to be about that.”
“About sex?” She gapes at me like I’m speaking in tongues. “When do you think about anything but?”
My brows furrow as I fight off the sting of that remark. “I want it to be about you and only you.”
“Okay, sorry,” she murmurs, and a puzzled look casts over her face as she pulls away from me. She shifts in her seat and crosses her legs, her cheeks flush as a wave of insecurity clouds her gorgeous face.
When I lean in to whisper in her ear again, I feel how tense her shoulders are. “To be clear, Ace... I want to fuck you.”
“Then, what’s the problem?” she hisses, her voice thick with hurt and rejection.
My lips thin as I stare deeply into her eyes. “I want tonight to be about more than that.”
Her chin quakes as she nods and offers me a weak shrug. “Whatever you say.”
Trying to lighten the mood, I squeeze her leg. “I like when you let me be the boss on occasion.”
She rolls her eyes, looking sexy and pouty, and I hate that I made her feel anything other than amazing on her big night. But this isn’t the time for her to be working through her checklist. Thisis the time for her to be a boss-ass bitch even if I’m just as surprised as she is that I want that for her.
Not sure where my balls have gone to during this whole arrangement, but I expect they’ll be back soon enough.
Dakota
A hush falls over the audience as the emcee of the night takes the stage, speaking about the Boulder Business Bureau and its long-standing commitment to creating the culture in our town. I do my best to listen and live in the moment, but my mind is relentlessly drifting back to Calder.
