"This," he says, sliding his hand between my legs.
I know I should stop him. I know that this is cheating on my husband. And I'm not a cheater. I've never cheated on anyone. But I can't for the life of me bring myself to stop him. Not when I've wanted and dreamed about this for so long.
He kisses my neck, which makes it difficult for me to concentrate on the road.
And it becomes even harder when he slides my thong over and roughly shoves his finger inside of me.
"Oh!" I say, startled by the suddenness of it.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," I moan. His long fingers have always felt like they were made just for me.
And they have become even more masterful. I'm groaning with pleasure and am close to orgasm when the navigation tells me we've reached our destination.
A valet opens my door.
Riley is already next to me, his arm wrapped around me, his lips on my neck, leading me through a pair of massive glass doors.
"Looks like it's going to be a good evening, Mr. Johnson," the doorman says.
Riley ignores him, pulling me down a hall, and then sliding a key into an elevator set off to the side.
He pulls me inside, kissing me and shoving me hard against the wall.
"I can't wait to fuck you, kitty," he says, calling me by the nickname he gave me in high school.
I melt into his arms and kiss him with voracity.
"I want the same thing," I say as his tongue forces its way into my mouth.
One hand moves to cup and squeeze my breast, the other slides under my ass, and I know exactly what he wants. I jump up and wrap my legs around his torso.
"I want you right here," he says, pushing my dress up and ripping off my thong while I'm unzipping his pants.
The elevator dings.
"Don't move," he says, putting his arms under me and carrying me through the door while we're still hooked together and ravenously kissing.
He lays me down on the closest surface. A couch, I think.
I'm shoving my hand down his pants, eager to free him and have him inside me, when I hear a loud squeaky voice yell, "Riley!"
We stop and turn toward the noise.
I see a pretty blonde with huge boobs, barely held in place by a couple skimpy pieces of leather.
"Shelby, what the hell are you doing here?" Riley asks, quickly standing up. "How did you get in?"
I pull my dress down over my exposed crotch as she pouts, "I'm surprising you."
Riley nar
rows his eyes and stalks toward her. "I asked how did you get in?"
"The doorman let me up. He's seen me here, a lot," she stresses, looking directly at me.
"Um, I'm just gonna go," I say, defeatedly. "I'll let you two figure this out."
"Don't you go anywhere," Riley says to me in a tone that sounds a lot like Collin's.
"I don't mind," the blond coos. "She can join in our fun too."
I'm horrified by her words.
I could never share Riley.
He grabs her by the arm and escorts her to the elevator.
"I have to get my stuff!" she protests. "I can't drive home like this!"
When he takes her into the bedroom, I see my chance. I hit the button on the elevator and get the hell out of here.
I run out of the elevator in tears and slam into the doorman.
"Oh, my," he says. "You no like three people?"
"No, I don't," I say, pushing past him and out the front door.
It's at that moment I realize I don't have a car.
So I take my heels off and run down the sidewalk. Far away from the boy who still holds my heart captive.
