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“I want you, Wilder.”
“You want me for what, sweetheart?” I taunt, leaning her against the footboard of her bed and grinding my hips into her in rhythm to the music.
“I want you for dirty, nasty, horrendous sex not even my mother would approve of.”
“Mmm. That kind of sex, huh? I think we can arrange something. On one condition.”
“Anything,” she pants, throwing her head back so I can nip at her throat.
“We do it nasty once, and then we do it one last time to say goodbye to each other properly. Sweet. I want one dirty with you and one nice. I need to remember you both ways.”
She pulls me down to the soft bed and wraps her legs around me as my hands go to her garter straps, flicking them open like a professional gigolo and rolling her thigh highs down. As I pass her slit, I grab the panties in my teeth and pull a little, toying with her before she slides them down for me.
I’m desperate as I pull the straps of her corset down and kiss her shoulders, her breasts, and her belly. I lick up her slit once as she sighs under me, but I can’t stand it any longer.
I need her. I need her legs around my waist, moaning as I bury myself in her warmth. I need to feel something with her and memorize every curve of her body and how the innermost parts of her hug my private parts that are hers alone to enjoy tonight.
I slide into her and close my eyes, holding back things I want to say to her because I have no idea how to say them.
Noon February 15 –Savannah
“Where will you stay? Gus’s place?” I ask, eyeing the rolled-up tent on the floor.
Wilder remakes the bed he hasn’t used for weeks and fluffs the pillows like he’s stalling for time. I don’t know why he’s fighting this. It’s his stupid contract.
But I signed it. I can’t go back on my deal, either. How do I tell him that I want him to stay, at least for another few weeks, so we can see how we get along when there’s no contract and no bullshit?
I bite my lip to keep from asking him to say something. The scent of the bacon we cooked for breakfast still hangs thick in the air. At least he got the leisurely breakfast he wanted. We slept in and then made bacon and eggs, enjoying it at my small table and trying not to look at each other. Will he miss our breakfasts? Will he miss our morning kisses? Will he miss our nights together?
I will. I’ll miss all of it, and tears sting my eyelids, threatening to spill over my cheeks.
A knock at the door gives me an excuse to turn away from him. “Who could that be?” I mumble, stalking to the door.
I swing the door open to find my mother holding a pizza. “Hi, sweetheart. Is he gone yet?”
I put my finger to my lips and widen my eyes. “He’s still here. What are you doing here?”
She looks at her watch. “It’s after noon. I thought the contract says noon.”
“It’s two minutes after twelve.”
“Huh, that one must have liked you. I thought he’d be out at 11:59.”
“Why would you think that?”
She hands me the pizza, and I walk it to my kitchen. She follows and reaches into her pocket for her phone. “Do you remember Sally Jennings from the tennis club?”
“Mom, I’ve never met Sally Jennings. You know that. What does that have to do with me?”
She flips her phone around and shows me a picture of a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a nice smile. A woman about my age with a pixie cut and large brown eyes is in the photo with her. “Well, we were playing tennis last week, and I mentioned your situation.”
“Why would you do that? It’s nobody’s business who I date.” Mom furrows her brow like she’s never thought of that before. “Just get to the point.”
“Her daughter dated Wilder last year. Broke up on February fifteenth, too. Devastated her, I guess.” She sucks air through her teeth in a tsking sound while I shake my head like I’ve been punched.
I grip the counter in front of me. “What are you talking about? I know he’s cuffed before, but how could he break up with her exactly a year ago?”
She shrugs and gives me a confused look. “Come on, Savannah. I thought you knew he does this every year. I mean, I thought it was odd, and I knew there was something off about the contract. Then, Sally confirmed it. He told her daughter that he has a new cuffing partner every year and that the contract is mandatory before he steps foot in the homes. Didn’t he tell you?
