“Well, we have a private box. When we get there, we’ll walk a red carpet of sorts. Even retired athletes are still semi-celebrities and the fact that our farm owns last year’s winner. It’s not unheard of for farms to have back-to-back winners. Calumet Farm in Lexington did it once in the 1940s and again in the 1950s. But it's certainly newsworthy when the opportunity arises.”
“Red carpet? Do I wear an evening gown?” she joked while she entwined her fingers with his.
“Not that time of day. It’s more cocktail attire. The evening gown comes in play at the after-party the track hosts.”
Will sat back in his chair as the empty dinner plates were taken away and replaced with crème brulée. Kenna took a bite and moaned.
“Hey, shouldn’t you reserve those kind of sounds for when we’re alone?” Will sat back, crossed his arms and gave a little pout.
“We never seem to be alone. It’s like we’re teenagers with chaperones at every turn.”
“I used to be pretty clever finding alone time with a beautiful girl when I was a teenager.”
“Then maybe you can put those skills to use tonight.” She looked at Will and noticed that his spoon was paused halfway to his mouth, and she decided to give him a little wink.
Will’s hand shot up in the air. “Check!”
“Shh. You don’t want to wake Miss Lily,” Kenna said as she approached her room. Will had parked the car on the street, and they had approached the house on foot. However, they were having a hard time not laughing.
Kenna opened her door and turned on the light. She watched Will gently close the door and turn the lock. She was having a hard time remembering to breathe. She saw Will take a deep breath and let it out and then turn around. Her eyes met his and the yearning she was feeling reflected in his.
“Come here.” His voice sounded huskier than normal. She took a step forward and stopped in front of him. “You are so beautiful.” His hand gently brushed along her cheek before his head dipped and he took her mouth in a passionate kiss. He nudged her lips apart as his tongue slid in, stroking the inside of her mouth. Her fingers laced through his hair and ran down his back. She pressed herself against his chest and felt his erection against her stomach.
He pushed her shawl off one shoulder and ran kisses along its path to her neck. He placed a gentle kiss on the hollow of her throat and then kissed the shawl off the other shoulder. “Did I mention how beautiful you are?” His finger moved to unbutton the strap of her dress.
“Mmm,” Kenna moaned, her eyes closed as she reveled in the feel of his touch. She held her breath as her dress fell to the floor and felt the cold air caress her bare stomach. She opened her eyes when she felt Will pull back. She opened them to see him staring at her.
“How did I get so lucky?” he whispered.
She smiled and was glad she had worn her matching La Perla black lace set from Saks. She closed the distance and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing a hard chest sprinkled with dark hair. She ran her fingertips over his chiseled abs and stopped at his belt. He grabbed her hands and hauled them back behind her as he possessed her mouth. She felt the gentle tug on her arms as he walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed.
She reached for his belt buckle and slowly unhooked it while Will nibbled his way down her neck. His hands moved slowly from her back to her smooth stomach. Her breath hitched when she felt his thumb glide across her aroused nipple. With an unsteady hand, she unbuttoned his pants and watched them fall to the ground.
“Oh my. I guess that answers my question of boxers or briefs.”
* * *
Kenna pulled her navy Armani suit coat down and shoved her hands into the pockets of her pants. The red toe of her heeled shoe was tapping as she stared at opposing counsel. “Mr. Nichols, I don’t care how they do it in the big city of Louisville. I'm not going to dismiss the charges against your client.”
“Look here, little lady. You aren't from around these parts. You don't arrest the coach of a program such as this.”
“First of all, I may not know a lot about college football, but I'm pretty sure Mr. Faulk has been retired for at least ten years. Second, I don’t care if he’s the President of the United States. He was driving drunk and could've killed someone. His five-year-old granddaughter was in the car with him. You’re lucky I'm not tacking on wanton endangerment charges. But if you keep pushing me, I will.” Kenna’s foot stopped tapping as she stared at Mr. Nichols’s receding hairline and red-tipped nose.
“And if he pleads no contest?”