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And even though I know I found this confidence in myself... I have this grinning bearded bad boy beside me to thank for helping me rediscover the girl I thought I’d lost forever.
God, I love being a woman.
Chapter 36
Morning After
Calder
I stand in the shower at Dakota’s house the next morning, my head hanging low as I brace myself on the tile wall. I placed these tiles myself one at a time, piece by piece. I had hired a subcontractor to do it, but the guy left after one day with Dakota, so I was stuck doing the work with her nagging over my shoulder.
Only she wasn’t nagging. She was just being herself. Caring about something so much she pushed herself into the middle of it, just trying to make everything the best it could be.
Like my fucking furniture. She no more than snapped her fingers, and suddenly, I have a tab on her website, and I’ve made four thousand dollars on shit that was just collecting dust in my shop. Not to mention the other opportunity I’m still mulling over. She really is a freak of nature how she manages to get so much done.
And last night, in her bedroom... I’ve never been more turned on in my life. She didn’t tell me she thought she was beautiful. She showed me, in ways I didn’t expect. She’s magnificent.
This enemies-with-benefits agreement and sex conquest PowerPoint checklist were just the catalysts to helping her heal from the bullshit Randal put her through. And I got a front row seat for all of it. She’s going to be unstoppable now.
“Don’t tell me you’re jerking off in the shower again like you did in Mexico,” Dakota’s voice reverberates off the tile walls as she opens the glass door and walks into the steamy space with me. Her hair is a fucking disaster, and her face looks young and innocentsince she washed off all her makeup last night after I fucked her for over an hour.
I wanted it to last all night. I wanted to break our record and give her more than three orgasms. But when you have a woman like Dakota in your bed, who rides your face like a champion bull rider, you hold on for dear life and last as long as you can.
“No need to jerk off when I have the real thing right here.” I move to her, capturing her mouth with mine as I tug her bottom lip with my teeth. I pull her under the spray of water, pressing her up against the cool tile. She gasps into my lips, and I growl when I feel her nipples pebble against my chest.
She breaks away, breathless and invigorated, just like my cock bobbing in between us, needy for another release. God, will I ever get enough of this girl?
“Maybe I can help you with your little problem,” she says as she looks down at my hard-on with a wicked glint to her eye. Her lips curl into anOas she drops her chin and spits right on my dick.
I grunt and splay my hand against the tile as she wraps her fingers tightly around me, spreading the slickness of her saliva over my length, mixing it with the shower water and causing a dizzying friction between the two moistures.
She strokes me into a state of ecstasy, and I’m ashamed at how easy it is for me to come all over her stomach. She slides my white pearly seed around her belly and smiles up at me, drunk with arousal.
I make a move to drop to my knees to return the favor, but she stops me in my tracks. “I don’t have time.”
“There’s always time for oral, baby,” I murmur against her breasts.
“No... I have to open the shop.”
I frown. “You’re working today?”
“Just for a couple hours this morning until my other staff member can release me.”
I grumble as I press into her, sliding our wet bodies together.She feels so fucking good against my skin. “If I knew that, then we would have started with you.”
“But you’re quicker than me,” she moans as my cock catches her moist center.
“That’s because you spit on it,” I deadpan, zero shame in my voice. “Fucking hell, woman. That’s two attempted murders you have on me now. One when you rode my face last night, and now this.”
She giggles and reaches for the shampoo, and I stop her, squirting it into my hand and rubbing it into her hair. If she won’t let me give her an orgasm, I can at least do this.
“So what time do you want to head over tonight?” she asks, tipping her head back to rinse the bubbles out of her hair.
“Tonight?” I glance down at her.
“Yeah, what time do you think we should go to Lexon? Is there a good time people go? I’m so curious to see if I could be into voyeurism. I never really gave it a try the first time I was there. And I haven’t watched a lot of porn, so I don’t know if this will be my thing or not. It could be!”
My heart sinks as I realize she’s still fully planning to go to the sex club to check this box off her fucking list. I know I didn’t explicitly say that I want her beyond this PowerPoint bullshit last night, but I thought I showed her. I thought my declaration in the truck was obvious. Wasn’t it?
