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I may have been the one to ask him to crawl, but I feel like the prey as he makes his way closer, and that scares the shit out of me in the most exciting way possible.

Dakota about Calder
She likes it

Dakota- Oh yeah, right. Like you’ll just let me make demands. You didn’t take kindly to my demands during the house reno.
Calder- This is different. I’m a very open-minded person when it comes to fucking. And the sexual frustration I’ve felt in every cell of my body since the moment I saw you at the club tells me that I will give you whatever you demand.

Letting her be in charge
Telling her how he feels

“You want a casual fuck?” I let the last word linger in the air for a moment before I shrug and add, “I’m right here, Ace.”
She scoffs, annoyance dripping in her tone as she replies, “We don’t even like each other!”
“You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” I lick my lips and smirk to show her this isn’t as serious as she’s making it out to be.

Calder and Dakota

I smirk as I stare back at her. The truth is, I love to hate her. It ignites something inside of me that feels . . . invigorating. Unexpected. Like you never know when things are going to shift between us. And if I’m not mistaken, that spark in her eyes right now tells me she likes it too.

Calder about Dakota
Loves to hate her
Thin line between two emotions

“Admit it, you had fun with me tonight.”
She rolls her eyes and props her hands on her hips. “You were less irritating tonight than you have been other nights, but I still can’t stand you.”

Calder & Dakota

Dakota- Dancing is good. Not talking to Calder is good. Keeping my distance from him . . . is good.
But damn, do I have a tiny urge to be bad.

Conflicting feelings

Calder is a man I need to keep at arm’s length, which is hard to do when I feel incredible wrapped up in his ink-draped arms on this dance floor. But I need to remember that tomorrow everything will go back to normal, and I have to pick up the pieces of my life. Letting someone like Calder get under my skin isn’t a good idea. He’s definitely got a case of Peter Pan Syndrome…and I’m all done raising boys.

Objectively, all four Fletcher brothers are handsome in their own ways, so I could feel the same if any of one of them were dancing with me.
Though admittedly, Calder is the most striking of the four. Sharp chiseled facial features, narrow striking eyes that pierce right through you, and a body that could put fitness trainers to shame. And his musk . . . it’s shamefully growing on me.
Dakota

Being in this man’s arms should be giving me hives, and yet, I feel good. Which is so nuts because I lashed out at him viciously this morning….
But right now . . . I don’t hate being pressed up against him. Not that that means anything. It’s just because Calder isn’t disgusting to look at and it’s pleasant to be held by a non-disgusting man after going so long without.

Dakota about Calder

…their lips connect in a passionate kiss that isn’t at all like the one I had on my wedding day.
Randal winced when we kissed. Literally winced because he had a split lip and a black eye. And there I was in a mediocre wedding dress purchased off the rack that countless other brides-to-be had tried on before me.
If those weren’t signs that our marriage was doomed from the start, I don’t know what was.
Dakota