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He pulls me closer. “Because I already know what you’ll ask for. Just try it.”
He’s daring me. Pushing me. His hand moves from my waist to my naked back, his thumb subtly tracing a pattern on my skin. Like an ever-expanding ripple, the tingles spread wider until my body is awash in sensation.
Would it really be so terrible if I did something as clichéd as joining the long line of women that have slept with this playboy? After all, there’s no unwritten rule against crossing that line when our best friends are married, is there?
A reckless part of me argues that it might actually do me some good. Perhaps it would quiet my overactive imagination when I find that Ryan is all bark and no bite in the sack.
With my decision made, I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck, relishing the sensation of his warm skin and the silky strands of hair slipping through my fingers. His cotton-covered chest feels solid against my cheek as the scent of musk and pine envelops me.
He bends toward my ear and gruffly commands, “Ask me, Stella. Now.”
I take a breath as though bracing to take the plunge into icy water. Then I close my eyes and jump. “Okay. Fine. I’d like you to fuck me. Tonight.”
He lowers his head further and grazes his lips on my exposed shoulder, causing a shiver to run down my spine. “Done. Room 1320. One hour.”
Heat engulfs my face. How unoriginal. Total fuckboy vibes. Talk about a forgone conclusion.
Well, you made your bed, you better lie in it.
“Don’t be late.” He steps back and bows with a flair. I roll my eyes, knowing he did that just to irritate me.
Ryan sometimes talks and acts like he’s a hundred years old. “Back to the twenty-first century, Romeo. You’re already making me regret this. I bet you’ll have a gramophone playing in the background.”
He chuckles wryly. “Well, you’ll have to show up to find out, darling.”
He saunters away, clapping Greg on the shoulders as he comes to take his place on the dance floor.
“Interesting guy, that Ryan.” He turns back to watch Ryan’s retreating back.
“You could say that again,” I respond.
“Do you guys have an open relationship or something?”
“A what?” I ask, unsure if I heard him right.
Greg only shrugs, “He says you’re his ‘person.’”
“What the hell does that mean? I’m not his ‘anything.’” I huff.
“Maybe you should ask him because he made it sound like you belong to him.”
I shudder in mock revulsion. “Oh, I plan to.” He’ll be explaining what he means by that later tonight. In precisely one hour.
When you meet him in his pre-approved den of sin.
I ignore the snarky voice in my head and the annoying fluttering in my belly, and tell myself I’m only going to do this once. Just enough to get him out of my system for good.
Chapter Two
Stella
The reception is still not showing any signs of winding down when I break away, hoping my absence wouldn’t be noticed by Bonnie.
I’ve already dismissed Greg, taking a raincheck on our planned after-party activities. He’d only smiled, as if he knew I was going to spend the rest of the evening with Ryan. Or perhaps that was just my imagination.
I step out of the elevator onto the thirteenth floor, my heart pounding harder with every step.
“Okay, calm down, Stella,” I mutter to myself, wiping my slick palms on my dress. “You’ve done this before.”
