“You want to stay? Really?” Keatyn says, happily.
“I think so. The girls seem open to it. They’re coming here on Friday and we’ll tour the school. When I called about it, they said there was a wait list, but Dallas thinks he can pull strings to get them in.”
“I’m on the school board and donate a lot of money, Dawson.” Dallas says. “I will get them in.”
“You know you have my full support on that,” Keatyn says to Dallas, implying that Captive would make a donation to make it happen if need be.
I sigh. “I’m sorry, Dawson. If Vanessa is the right girl for you, don’t let her go.”
“Thanks, Riley.”
“I second that motion,” Keatyn says, enthusiastically.
“Me three,” Dallas says.
Vanessa’s Estate, Guest house - Holmby Hills
ARIELA
I’m sitting on the couch typing wedding plans into a detailed timeline when my phone rings.
Riley says, “My dinner meeting just ended. Wanna hang out?”
“I just put my pajamas on,” I say, looking down at the T-shirt and boxers I'm wearing.
“Leave them on. I don't mind. We’ll just sit and talk a little.”
“Um, okay,” I say, already running into the bathroom and powdering my face. “How long will you be?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Perfect,” I say and hang up.
I quickly do my makeup—purposely doing it soft and subtle, so it doesn’t look like I just got ready. I shave my legs, spritz on perfume, and brush my teeth in near record time.
“What am I going to wear?” I ask myself, looking into the closet and pulling out something very sexy. “I can’t wear this—” I’m saying when a memory hits me, stopping me in my tracks.
Should I?
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Shit.
I glance at the clock.
Not much time.
I decide to go for it.
What’s the worst thing that could happen?
I mean, besides rejection.
Vanessa’s Estate, Guest house - Holmby Hills
RILEY
When she answers the door, I gulp, taking in the little pink nightie she’s wearing. “I thought you were in your pajamas?”
“These are my pajamas. I was going to change but you told me not to,” she says, like it’s no big deal that’s she’s wearing sexy ass lingerie.
“That's because I didn't . . .” My voice fades off. I’m fucking speechless.
“Come, sit,” she says walking over to the couch, sitting down, and patting the seat next to her.
I sit down feeling helpless, like a man who’s been hypnotized and is made to do stupid things in front of a crowd.
I remind myself of what I said in the car on the way over. Do not kiss her again until she is divorced.
The pale pink silk of her gown is slightly see-through, allowing me to see the outline of her breast, the edges of her nipples.
I feel blood rushing toward my dick, causing me to grow harder every second.
How long do divorces take?
I've got to stop it. I came over here to talk to her about Homecoming, not to just stare at her gorgeous eyes. Her long brown hair is pushed over one shoulder but the other is forward and blocking my view of her other breast. I reach out and slide her hair up and over her shoulder.
She doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me.
But then she shifts, leaning back a little and sliding one leg under her, getting comfortable.
But when she does it, I see a flash of skin.
“You used to wear underwear to sleep in,” I say, locking my jaw.
“Not when you came over, Riley.”
I bite my lip, trying to hurt myself and wishing I had another tree to punch. That kind of pain is the only thing that could make the raging boner I have stand down.
“You wanted to talk about old times, Riley, so here's what I remember. I remember you liked when I did this.” She splays her hand across her chest then pushes it under the triangle of silk covering her breast. She runs a finger in a circular motion and when she removes her hand I can see her hardened nipple raising the pale pink silk.
Her eyes are half closed when slides her hand into her cleavage, down her stomach, and under the silk between her legs.
“You used to like when I did this too, Riley. Do you still like it?”
She tilts her hips towards her fingers, and I can practically feel her warm * against my own fingers.
She filed, right? Isn’t that close enough?
“Do you remember what you used to do?” she taunts.
I can't take much more. I grab her hand and suck her wet fingers into my mouth. “I wanted to taste you.”
And it's exactly as I remember, sweet perfection.
A man of principle can only handle so much temptation.
I slide my fingers between her legs, finding the moistness between the folds of her lips. She's so fucking wet, and I'm about to explode.
She leans her head back and moves her hips in unison with my fingers.
“Can you feel how much I want you, Riley?”
“You never used to say that. You were too shy. You only did this because you knew how much it turned me on.”