He knows I’m going to say no. He’s taunting me, as if to say,“Yeah, I’m your husband, but I don’t want you. And you’re stuck here.”
One of the girls runs her hand over his sweaty pot belly, eyeing me like I’m jealous—like she’s the winner.
You can have him.
“No thanks,” I reply. “I have to work on my stamp collection.”
His acidic laughter echoes up the stairs as I take them two at a time to my bedroom. I slam the door behind me and lock it, then collapse onto my mattress.
My whole body is still tingling from the chase.Ourchase. Our little game that fills a need in me that only he can fulfill.
“Rick…” I whimper.
I still can’t believe I did that. But it gets me going—makes me feel alive. Berry could never excite me. Only Rick knows the secret to my heart.
And I wasso closetonight. So close to finally letting him take me. But like the fresh eighteen-year-old I am, I chickened out. I ran.
He must be so pissed off right now. I could see the bulge in his pants when I looked down. I even felt it when he pressed against me.
As I close my eyes, I can feel his strong fingers slide up beneath my coat and caress my thighs. The desire in his touch had me dripping, but I chickened out.
Why did I do that? Yeah, I’m a virgin, but it’s not like I don’t want him. I want him more than anything in the world.
When I saw that group of girls hitting on him out on the street, I could barely maintain my jealousy.
I wanted to race over and slap each one of them for eventhinkingthey had a chance with him. They don’t know what kind of man Rick is. Only I do!
All they see is his sculpted muscles, his incredible physique, chiseled jaw and handsome face. He couldactuallybe a movie star. Not like my phony “husband” downstairs who has to pay girls to pretend he is one.
Nights like this with Rick are all I have. My dad traded me off like a prized horse to further his career, and my mother—Dad’s trophy wife—never cared about me.
But Rick…Rick could be my future.
I reach back into the drawer of my nightstand and find it, the secret toy he bought me last month. It’s tiny, purple, and most of all,quiet.
“Press it on your clit, baby,”he told me.“And think of me.”
I can’t help but smile as I think of his face when he handed me the little wrapped package. It was only one month ago that I had zero experience with something like this. Now it’s what I use every night to be close to him.
I twist the top, and the toy begins to hum, vibrating gently in my fingers. Rick’s eyes fill my mind, blazing with lust—lust forme.
Someone who actually wants me. A man who would chase me to the ends of the Earth. Who would never stop running after me.
I lift the hem of my coat, pretending it’s Rick’s hands moving the cloth. Just like that, I’m back outside, back against the wall,this closeto being claimed by the only man I’ve ever wanted.
His scent still lingers in my nose. That manly musk that makes me want to burrow against his chest and stay there.
I want his arms around me…
I want his hands back on my thighs…
I wantmore.So why do I resist?
The jolt that shoots through me as I press the vibrator against my clit is like a shot of heaven. I clasp my hand over my mouth and squeeze, forcing back the moan that tries to escape.
Oh my God, yes!
My fantasy plays out in my mind like it has every night since he gave me his gift. Never the same but always about Rick.
