Page 65 of Seven Year Itch
The lump in my throat is damn near painful as I feel my palms grow slick with sweat, but I quickly wipe them off on my jeans because this isn’t a big deal. This is just sex. I’ll be fucking someone too, not just watching. I can handle this. Casual fucking is my way of life.
“I was thinking we could go Friday night after work if you’re up for it,” she chirps, ripping me out of my mind fuck.
“This Friday?” I snap, my eyes wide. “So soon?”
She shrugs. “Yeah, why not?”
Why not, Calder? Why the fuck not? Get your goddamn balls back and stop being such a pansy-ass-feelings fucker.
“I’ll call Lexon and make sure I can get your membership reinstated. I’ll explain it was just a misunderstanding and hopefully they’ll be cool with it. If they are, are you available to come with me?”
She states this all like she’s setting up a damn business meeting, and I wonder how the hell we ended up here. This isn’t at all what I expected. Honestly, I was hoping to just walk my cat, work on some shelves, and attempt to forget how good Dakota’s lips felt on mine. How lush her breasts felt in my hands. How goddamn life-changing it was seeing her naked on top of me.
That was the plan.
But this bossy woman always has a way of fucking up my plans.
Chapter 21
Playtime
Dakota
“What are you wearing under that coat?” Calder asks as he traverses through the busy Denver traffic.
“A dress.”
“What kind of dress?”
Frowning, I unbutton my coat and pull it open to reveal a red, long-sleeved lace bodycon dress with a nude underlay. It’s a little slutty but also a little demure. I’d never be caught dead wearing something like this in Boulder, but that’s the fun of this place. You get to be someone else.
I spent hours on Reddit threads researching sex clubs before I ever stepped foot into Lexon. It’s how I figured out what to wear, how to act, and when the best nights were to go. I would have never known about newbie night if it weren’t for Reddit.
Calder clears his throat and looks away, shifting in his seat. “That’ll work.”
I close my jacket and buzz my lips. “God, I’m nervous.”
“Why?”
“Because last time did not go well, and I don’t want a repeat.”
Calder nods and turns into the parking lot, sliding his giant truck into the first open spot. He’s dressed in the same kind of clothes he’s always wearing. Men like him have it so easy. Hot and tattooed is all the style he’ll ever need. He could be wearing a garbage bag and the women would still come panting at his feet.
But the flannel and denim look isn’t a bad choice on him. It’s rustic and cozy and so utterly masculine, you just want to just curl up in his arms and never let go. It was weird seeing him outsideof his mountain gear in Mexico. And it’s annoying how even in a cream suit or swim trunks, he looked just as hot as ever.
My palms are slick with sweat as we make our way inside. Flashbacks of the first time I came here are on Replay in my mind. I hadn’t even been in the bar area five minutes before I was approached by the last guy. The Dom or Sir or whatever he wanted me to call him. I felt so uncomfortable being alone, I was just grateful someone was finally willing to talk to me. And when he handed me the mask to wear, I wanted to say no, but I told myself to keep an open mind.
I kept it open as long as I could. That guy was not my vibe. Hopefully tonight with Calder by my side, no one will ask to take a dump on my chest.
“Let’s get a drink,” Calder says as he hands my coat off to the coat check gal. She’s wearing a skimpy black dress, and her eyes rake up and down Calder like he’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen. He doesn’t notice her, but I do. She chances a glance at me, and I feel her scrutiny deep in my bones.
I tug on my dress. Maybe this was a bad choice. Maybe I should have gone for something skimpier. It’s not enough to be tight. It needs to be revealing too. Isdemure-sexyeven a thing?
But I would have needed Spanx in all the other dresses I bought. I can’t imagine Spanx are seen in a place like this. Unless that’s someone’s kink? Ripping women out of their medieval shapewear. Could be hot. I’d probably try it.
“Stop fidgeting with your dress,” Calder growls in my ear as he presses his warm hand to the small of my back and leads me toward the end of the bar. His hot breath on my neck sends a riot of goose bumps all over my skin. I am super sensitive tonight.
He sidles up to the glossy black counter and waves the bartender down ordering himself a beer, and I tell him I’d love a cosmopolitan. A cosmo seems like a sexy drink to have in a place like this. Last time I had a wine, and whatever happens, I do not want a repeat of last time.
