Page 81 of Seven Year Itch
“Need I say more?”
#9: Role-playing
“Thinking a public place... something to help you get out of your comfort zone a bit. We’ll workshop ideas as we get more comfortable with each other.”
#10: Voyeurism at Lexon Club
“This will be our final test. We go together just as spectators. Walk around, get a feel for everything, enjoy the action. We can hook up if we want to, but only with each other. This will also give you the opportunity to decide if you want to go back to the club once you’re all done with me. Win-win.”
She arches one brow at me. “This is very thorough of you.”
“See? I’m not a complete waste of space.” I say it casually but this whole thing is anything but casual. She has no idea how hard I worked on this. She has no idea how hard I got when I worked on this. Jacking off in my shower didn’t come close to the satisfaction I’ll experience with her if she agrees to all this.
“How long is the arrangement going to last us?”
“I’m guessing a couple weeks.”
Her eyes turn to saucers. “You think we can get through all of this in a couple weeks?”
“I may be part of the forty-plus hockey league, but I have very good sexual stamina, Dakota.” I waggle my brows at her. “But if you need more time, we can extend it to three weeks. Any longer and we’re basically in a relationship.”
“Yeah, we don’t want that.”
“Exactly.” I sit back and eye her carefully. “So what do you think?”
“I think by the end of this I will have had more sex with you than I did with Randal in the last few years of our marriage.”
The joy that one sentence brings me is a little troubling, but I click to the next slide to stay on task.
RULES
—No mention of previous sexual partners
“We’re trying to forget about your past, not bring it back up.” Not to mention I’m maxed out on Randal stories already. No good comes from rehashing the past. I feel the same way aboutRobyn. The further I can relegate that woman to the back of my mind, the better.
“Fair enough,” Dakota agrees, so I move onto the next rule.
—No hooking up with other people: this is exclusive
—Condoms at all times, NO EXCEPTIONS
A grateful smile ghosts her lips, and it’s honestly fucked that she even has to worry about that. Protection isn’t something anyone should fuck with. Ever. My fists clench at just the memory of what he did to her in that regard. I redirect my focus to the next rule.
—Testing
“We’ve both been tested recently per the club’s membership rules so we should be good there. Unless you want an updated test?”
“Um... no, that’s fine. As long as you haven’t been with anyone since your last test?” She shifts on the couch, struggling to maintain eye contact with me.
It’s been a month since the sex club, the trip to Mexico, and the time we’ve been back from the wedding. And it was many months before that since I had sex. Honestly, I’m trying to remember who I even hooked up with last. Once Trista moved into the apartment above the barn last year, we all kind of went through a dry spell. I think we were adjusting to having female energy back on the mountain again. The last woman that lived up there was Robyn, and well, we all know how that ended.
“I haven’t been with anyone,” I reply gruffly, trying not to focus too much on my dry spell.
“Me neither, obviously,” she says with a nervous laugh.
“Why is that obvious?” I frown up at her.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m just impressed with how detailed this all is. I’m surprised you don’t have this allprinted up in a contract with a notary person that’s about to pop out of your closet.”
