Bad Boy Rich

“It is fun…but I’m thinking something wild.”

“Wild?”

I remove my dress with a cheeky grin, watching as Wesley gazes with curiosity. Dressed in only my white bra and panties, I’m quick to remove those pieces, baring my body for him.

“I could think of many things that involve you being naked and the word wild,” he teases, leaning back into his chair, running his eyes up and down my body.

“Try and catch me.” I giggle, running from the table and diving into the pool.

The cold water graces my skin, a quick shock to the system as I hold my breath under the water before coming back up. I’d always wanted to swim naked, secretly, in my fantasies. I’d never done it. And this rush—the one throwing all caution to the wind and living for just this moment—is everything I needed right now.

As I take a few breaths, the water rocks with such force and Wesley has dived in straight after me causing the waves to build. The shadow of his body is underwater till he comes up right in front of me. Unable to stop the squeal that comes out of me, I struggle to release myself from the ticklish behavior of his hands under the water.

“Stop.” I laugh uncontrollably, squirming around beneath his touch. “I’m ticklish.”

Wesley stops, standing calmly. “You never tell a tickler you’re ticklish.”

My laughter dwindles down to a smile.

“I forfeit.” I raise my hands in the air. “You’ve got me. You’ve won.”

“Have I?”

“Yes, I just told you that you won.”

“Do I have you…all of you?” he questions, almost a plea.

The hazel of his eyes is staring back at me; deep and meaningful waiting for me to answer this question. We were dating—that was it. I didn’t want to confess to him that in only the short time I had been with him, he had made me feel more alive than I had ever felt in my entire life. Every moment we spent together made me fall harder…and that part—I wanted to keep to myself.

“Wesley.” I lower my tone, resting my hand on his chest. “You’r

e something.”

“Something? Like something awful? Bad?”

“Terrifying,” I slip, my guard falling to pieces. “I don’t know how to stop…”

“Stop what?”

“You.”

“Why does it have to stop?”

I try to pull away though he’s quick to pull me back into him. “I’m a realist. I have my life and you have yours.”

He lets go, much to my disappointment. “And what if my life is you? Then what?”

Never had I expected to hear these words from Wesley Rich. The same Wesley Rich that drove me crazy the moment I met him.

The sound of the wind rustling the trees hides the silence between us. I wanted him. All of him, and admitting that is so hard that I almost cry to myself.

“My life is my brother, my mom, my best friend back home,” I choke, dropping my gaze to the water and watching the calming blue to distract myself from getting upset.

His hand wraps around my waist, and slowly, he lifts my chin so our eyes meet.

“What about me? I’m the only one here, now, maybe forever.”

My eyes close; my lips touching Wesley’s in a long, deep kiss. Our bodies wrap around each other in the water as Wesley moves us slowly towards the edge while our lips remain locked.