“You shouldn’t have done this.”
I turn toward Aria’s soft voice, finding her piercing eyes on me. “Shouldn’t have done what?”
“You’re creating unnecessary tension in an already tense situation,” she states.
She’s missing the point but I plan to correct her.
I finish my scotch and move in closer, watching the way her eyes darken with lust. She wants me, I’ve always known that. “You’ve given me no other choice but to go about it this way.”
She holds my stare. “I will never pick you over Jackson.”
I ignore what she’s said, staying on task. I’ve heard that same thing from her time and time again. “I don’t want you to pick me.” At least not yet. One step at a time. “I want to fuck you,” I tell her bluntly, mesmerized by the way her eyes heat, cheeks flush with long denied lust. I know her answer before I ask it but I ask anyway, “Will you refuse me what I want this weekend?”
Her eyes search mine, voice grows raspy. “You know I won’t.”
I smile slowly, showing her that I’m liking my prize already. “And that, Aria, is exactly why I did this.” I shift to the side slightly and press my erection against her thigh, showing her how much I want her. Her lips part, an invitation for me to kiss her, when I add, “I’m going to fuck you soft and slow, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, punishing you for how long you’ve made me wait for you.”
“And then?” she whispers.
I bring my mouth close to her ear and promise, “I’m going to fuck you again.”
Chapter 2
Aria
The following afternoon, the ringing of my doorbell has me dropping the book I’d been reading and rushing from the couch in the living room of my overpriced six hundred and forty square foot condo in central Los Angeles. I’m annoyed, and determined to find out who dares interrupt my lazy Sunday. It’s the one day out of the week that I give myself nothing to do but relax, makeup free, spending most of my day soaking up the sun by the condo’s pool.
When I reach the door, I whisk it open and find a delivery man wearing a bike helmet and jean shorts. “Aria Finley?” he asks.
“Yes, that’s me,” I reply.
“I’ve got a delivery here for you from Liam Maxwell.” He offers me a clipboard and he points to the signature line. “Just sign here.”
Curious now as to what Liam sent, I sign quickly and accept the rectangular package wrapped in sleek black paper and a shiny red silk bow muttering, “thank you,” while closing the door.
Of course, my mind goes to jewelry. Liam is rich after all. I wouldn’t put it past him in the least to try and woo me with his riches. I’m going to need to stay on my toes around him. I can’t become a part of this feud between him and Jackson. Because while I know that Liam wants me in his bed, I can’t trust that he wants me there for the right reasons. I don’t doubt in the least that the reason he wants me so badly is to get back at Jackson. To have something that Jackson holds dear.
While I’m not going into this blind, I also want Liam just as much. This weekend is my chance to let my desires free before reining myself back in and forgetting all about Liam Maxwell.
I move to my comfy dark gray couch and take a seat, removing the silk ribbon and then ripping open the paper at the sides. I’m thinking diamonds and sparkle when I open the top of the box, but that’s not what I find. I slowly begin to grin, realizing I should have known better.
Opening the wooden box, the words LOVE OBJECTIFIED are on the inside and lying against the black satin fabric is a gold dildo. I reach for the note tucked inside the box.
In Liam’s handwriting, the note reads: Think of me.
Heat courses through me as I run my fingers along the ink. So, this is the game we’re going to play, he and I? My tummy clenches with unfulfilled desire. Images of using this dildo while he watches flash through my mind. Perhaps that’s his intention, I wonder. Is he going to make himself unforgettable this weekend? Will he make me want more of him than I do right now? Will he be the man that I become so enraptured with I won’t be able to let him go?
I know his game. He expects me to be shy, unsure, overwhelmed by his boldness. Maybe at one time in my life I would have been that girl. Not now. I have nothing to lose. All I have is to gain one wild weekend where I give in to the sin that’s been burning between us for years.
I slide my fingers around the dildo, and by the weight of it, I’m assuming it might be real gold. Thinking of his intense gaze on me, I grow warm and wet between my thighs. It’s easy to imagine him when I slide the dildo within my sex until I’m breaking into orgasm. And as I drag a finger up the side of the dildo, a plan forms, only clenching my thighs tighter.
If he wants to play this game, I’m all in.
Liam
Two days have passed since I’ve seen Aria. She’s remained heavily in my thoughts. Her using the dildo I sent yesterday is a constant tease that I can’t seem to stop thinking about. I want her to know what will happen this weekend. That the sex we will have will be kinky and hot, and that I plan to draw every erotic sensation out of her.
Sadly, however, by Monday afternoon, I need to focus on business.