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Enter: the hypothetical blonde bimbo I created in my mind, who is hypothetically wrecking my home and hypothetically stealing my husband.
I sit up, legs crossed, back straight, and talk out loud to myself. “Be rational about this, Laila. Arsen isn’t seeing anyone else.”
Yet, my snotty subconscious adds in.But keep him on the hook much longer, and he might get tired of waiting.
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to find my inner peace and block out the negative thoughts. But my “inner peace” is looking more and more like a tall drink of water with auburn hair and captivating green eyes.
I picture Arsen walking down the street again, but this time,I’mthe leggy smokeshow walking next to him. His arm is slung low aroundmywaist, his hand spread possessively acrossmyhip. He pulls me against his hard body, pressing his lips to my cheek… my neck… my collarbone…
My breath catches, and I snap my eyes open.
“No,” I breathe, jumping to my feet. “Nope. Nuh-uh. Not going there.”
But it’s too late. I already went there.
This hell I’m in is the direct and obvious consequence of letting Arsen Adamov take you to bed. You think it’s going to be a one-time thing, but that’s what he wants you to think. That is how he gets you right where he wants you.
After months of celibacy, my body is wide awake.
And it wantsmore.
Without really meaning to, I walk around my bed and pull open the bottom drawer of my nightstand. I’m not going to grab anything—just look. But looking turns into grabbing… and changing old batteries… and suddenly, whaddaya know… I’mnaked in the center of my bed, a vibrator buzzing between my legs.
“This is for me,” I pant softly. “I deserve to feel good.”
My feminist mantras are all well and good, but the second I find a good rhythm—my hips rolling off the bed, my toes curling—Arsen’s face floods my mind.
I yank the vibrator away and sit up.
“This is about relaxation,” I remind myself icily, heat pooling low in my belly. “This isn’t about him.”
It’s not about wanting him or about the way his eyes burned when he saw me with Trevor this afternoon.
I’ll fight any asshole who thinks he can have you.
I can still hear the deep rumble of his voice in the car. I can see the way he gripped the steering wheel, remember the way I wondered what those hands would feel like squeezing my hips, dragging me against him again and again.
When I press the vibrator between my thighs once more, I’m too desperate to pretend this is anything else.
Fine. Fuck it. It’s him.
I stroke a hand over my chest, pretending his rough, calloused fingers are rolling my nipples into hard points. The buzzing head nuzzles my clit, and I moan out, “Arsen…”
Even his name on my lips feels right. My skin tingles, and this is the feeling I was after.
Arsen.That’s who I want right now, and is that such a crime? After all, this is purely physical. I need to come, and he is thefastest way to do that. It’s economical, not a betrayal of my principles.
Leaping from the dizzying heights of my moral high ground, I plunge headfirst into the fantasy world waiting below. I groan as I imagine his lips on my skin, his dirty words in my ear.
“There,” I whine, circling the vibrator against my center. “Right there. That’s it.”
I swear I can even hear the heavy sound of his excited breathing.
My eyes flutter open for just a second—and all at once, the fantasy comes tumbling down around me.
Because he’s here.
I lose my grip on the vibrator and it goes tumbling from my grasp as I take in Arsen leaning over the bed, his eyes pitch black as he watches me. The toy is still whirring softly against the plush mattress while I stare up at him, frozen, horrified.
