"Ladies and gentlemen," the MC announces from the stage after dinner, "I'd like to introduce our new Agricultural Business Development Coordinator, Alexandra Powell."
A tall, polished woman in an expensive-looking black dress takes the microphone. She has the kind of confidence that comes from years of corporate presentations, and her smile is perfectly practiced.
"We should probably remember her name," I whisper to Colt.
"Definitely. She'll probably be important for both our businesses," he agrees, though his attention seems more focused on the way my dress has shifted to show a bit more thigh.
After Alexandra's brief speech about supporting local agriculture, the band starts up again. I watch as she's approached by a man who has to be close to seven feet tall,wearing an elaborate mask that makes him look even more imposing. Despite his size, he moves with surprising grace when he leads her onto the dance floor.
"That's quite a sight," Colt says, following my gaze.
"I can't imagine dancing with someone that size."
"Good thing I'm just the right height for you then," he says, standing and offering me his hand. "Dance with me?"
I let him lead me onto the dance floor, and when his arms come around me, everything else fades away. We move together like we've been dance partners for years, and I can feel the solid warmth of his chest against mine through his shirt. When he spins me out and pulls me back in, I laugh with pure joy.
"Having fun?" he asks, his breath warm against my ear.
"The best," I say, meaning it completely.
When the evening winds down, couples start filtering out to their cars. Colt helps me with my jacket, his fingers brushing the back of my neck and sending shivers down my spine. Holding hands, we head out to his truck.
"Can I walk you to your door?" he asks when we reach my house.
"You can do more than that," I say, surprised by my boldness. "Would you like to come in? Tuck me in?"
His eyes darken. "I'd like that very much."
Inside, I flip on the gas fireplace and pour us each a glass of wine. We settle on my couch, close enough that our thighs touch, and talk about everything and nothing. The wine and his proximity make me feel warm and liquid.
"I should probably shower before bed," I say eventually, though the last thing I want is to leave his side. "I always do. Don't worry about it though; you don't have to wait."
"Nah, I'll wait," he says simply. "I don't have far to go to get home."
The promise in his voice makes my pulse race as I head toward my bathroom.
With my hair freshly blown dry, I stand in front of Colt wearing just my nightie. His blue eyes heat with hunger when he pulls back my blanket, gesturing for me to lie down. After I do, my boyfriend covers me, tucking me in.
Leaning down to kiss me, Colt murmurs against my lips, "Just one more thing."
His mouth opens, exploring my own with his tongue while his hand slides under the covers, finding my naked pussy ready for his touch. Colt slips a couple of fingers into me, pumping me while rolling his thumb on my clit. I writhe under his touch, moaning his name until he growls and pushes his face under the covers.
The cowboy's mouth finds my breast, covered in my silk nightie, and his mouth clamps on, soaking through the fabric. While he sucks my nipple into his mouth, Colt's fingerfucking speeds up until I can't hold on any longer. Coming, my legs buck out wildly as I yell with my pleasure, my body trembling under the covers.
My cowboy date stands, smiling down at me, and fixes my covers.
"Goodnight, beautiful," he whispers before giving me one last kiss and heading out the door.
9
Colt
The weekendbefore Thanksgiving has arrived faster than I expected, and with it comes the reality that Serena will fly out to Florida to spend the holiday with her cousin Nova. We've been inseparable since Halloween night, and the thought of her being gone for even a few days makes my chest tight with longing.
I've made reservations at Corvid Valley Steakhouse for tonight. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I adjust my tie for the third time. I haven't been this nervous about a date since high school, but everything with Serena feels more significant now. More real. The black suit I'm wearing is the same one I wore to my cousin's wedding last year, and I hope it's nice enough for what I have planned.
When I pull into her driveway, I sit in my truck for a moment, trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart. Through her kitchen window, I can see her moving around, and my stomach flips.
