Meadow’s POV:


    I had on a midnight blue, off–shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline that cinched my waist and flowed downward. It also had a thigh–high slit.


    This was more… regal, and with the way ric was looking at me, it had to be seductive as well.


    Or maybe he was just hyper aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing underneath, just like I was hyper aware of the fact that I was straddling the firm muscle of his leg, my bare center right on his thigh.


    “ric…” My voice cracked, my body already trying to grind without permission.


    “Problem, baby?” His voice was smooth as butter as he reached for my hair, releasing it from its knot so it fell down my back. His eyes darkened. “That’s more like it. Velvet’s a deadly fucking weapon on you,


    Meadow.”


    I swallowed, shifting forward on his thigh. This way, my knee grazed his bulge, and a gasp escaped my


    mouth when I felt how thick and hard he was through the fabric.


    ric groaned low. “Careful, love. Don’t wanna tempt me, do you?” His hand slid through the slit of the


    dress before I could respond, and he ran a finger down my wet folds, letting out another groan.


    “You’re dripping onto my cks, you naughty girl.” He leaned in, lips grazing my neck before he nibbled lightly on the soft, sensitive skin while his thumb flicked my nub once. My back arched. “Ahh…”


    “So fucking wet for me,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.”


    My heart stuttered. ric saying things like that made my knees fucking weak. Make me want to kiss


    him–which, obviously, he wouldn’t allow for whatever reason he wouldn’t kiss me.


    ric’s lips trailed downward to my cor bone, to my cleavage, peppering kisses all over as he rubbed


    my clit in tiny circles. I held onto his shoulder, my moan long and low as my head fell back and the pleasure began to build.


    “Go on, baby. I can already feel your juices on my bare thigh.” And then, he snatched his hand from my


    heat.


    And this time, instead of feeding my essence to me, he raised his fingers to his own mouth and–eyes never leaving mine–sucked his thumb into his mouth.


    My eyes fluttered, lips parting. I had never seen anything more sexy and intimate in my entire life.


    “Like I said,” he continued after pulling his finger out of his mouth. “Fucking exquisite. Much like this dress on you.”


    ric leaned back against the chair, his handspletely off me now, almost like he was giving me the


    reins, which he absolutely was.


    He wanted me to make myselfe with his thigh. Not his hands.


    I raised my head to look in the mirror–ric was backing it, so I was the only one who would be able to see what I was doing to myself through the mirror.


    I looked absolutely wrecked already, and I hadn’t even started moving yet.


    I shifted slightly, dragging myself along the curve of his thigh, and my breath caught in my throat. The velvet was soft against my skin, but the friction against ric’s thigh was perfect.


    Fucking perfect.


    So perfect, I let out a whimper.


    I began to move back and forth, gliding my folds along the fabric, my swollen clit brushing against it with every move I made, my knee still grazing his hard member.


    “That’s it,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “Nice and slow. Look at yourself, baby. Look how fucking gorgeous you are like this. How beautiful, how deserving you are of all this.”


    I did.


    As ric’s eyes stayed on me, my eyes remained locked on my own reflection, cheeks flushed–not that they ever stopped being that way. Lips parted. The dress clung to my body like it was perfectly made for me. My breasts rose and fell with every single breath. My thighs were trembling, my core throbbing.


    More. I needed more.


    But ric was just sitting there, the expression in his eyes dark and dangerous as he watched me lose control on nothing but his thigh.


    I moved again and again, not stopping as I felt the pleasure climb even further.


    If I was doing all this with ric and he was even able to make me feel this way without touching me, what would happen when he finally let go?


    What would happen when he finally decided he was ready to kiss me? To fuck me?


    I swallowed. There was no telling what I would do. No telling how my heart would react when I got even scared just from a gesture of getting me clothes for an event.


    It would be easy for me to fall in love with ric.


    Too easy<b>. </b>


    And that wasn’t good for me, not after what I’d experienced with Tyler. I fell too quickly and look where that got me.


    Juniper would always find a way to ruin things for me.


    And… now I was thinking about my sister while I was riding another man’s thigh. The thigh of the man who had her locked up.


    I hated it.


    I increased the pace, trying to block those negative thoughts out of my mind as my hands moved to the nape of his neck.


    The friction sent sparks through my body and I ground harder, unholy sounds escaping me as I chased the pressure and heat that curled low in my stomach.


    “You want toe?” he asked roughly, his hand reaching for my hair to pull it backward as his nose grazed my neck. “You want to make a mess on my leg with that greedy little cunt?”


    My breath hitched.


    “Yes, daddy,” I panted. “Please.”


    “Then do it,” he growled. “Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the


    filthy little thing you are.”


    God.


    Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright.


    My nails dug into his skin and ric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic.


    I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I


    was making.


    “You’re close already, aren’t you?”


    I nodded, tears pricking at my eyes from the intensity.


    “Use your words.”


    “Yes,<b>” </b>I gasped. “I’m close, ric. Please let mee. I–I need-<b>” </b>


    ric leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “You cane, baby.”


    The moment he said it, my eyes darted to the mirror just as my body obeyed. Intense pleasure tore through me and I cried out, riding it through even as my body shuddered against him.


    I let go.


    The buzz sounded again, and this time, it was louder now I was more focused.


    “Is that…” I panted, pressing my forehead against his. “Is that yours or mine?”


    “Mine,” he said inly. “And as much as I’d love to give you the third orgasm for tonight, it’s been ringing incessantly and I need to take it. Stand, baby.”


    Slowly, I got off his thigh, heat creeping up my neck when I noticed the dark, wet patch on his already dark cks. And then my eyes drifted to his crotch and my tongue dried.


    ric was hard as fuck, he had to be having blueballs by now.


    He smirked as his gaze dropped to his thigh as well. “I think I like this dress better, don’t you?”


    He didn’t wait for a response before rising to his feet, walking across the room to my bed where his phone


    was.


    “This better be fucking important, Trip,” he growled into his phone.


    I ran my hand through my hair, not particrly interested in what the problem was. But then, the muscles of ric’s back tensed, and I noticed the way his fist curled and his grip around his phone tightened.


    Yeah, this was definitely important.


    “Be right there,” ric muttered, although his tone had gone cold.


    “Is everything okay?” I asked quietly after he ended the call.


    ric turned to face me, his expression indifferent as he beckoned me to him. I strode toward him and he reached around me, tugging on the zipper of the dress and pulling it down.


    “Just something at the office,” he murmured. “I have to head out for a while.”


    That was it. No further exnations. He just grabbed his shirt and walked right out of my room without so much as a nce back.


    I heaved a sigh. It was so easy for him to act detached.


    What the hell was I saying? He probably didn’t even need to act.


    I started to slide the dress down my body when my eyes caught the envelope on the floor near therge mirror. The one that I’d dropped earlier, that ric had sent with the dresses.


    Slowly, I walked over to it, and I opened the envelope, pulling out a gold–lettered card from inside. My heart thudded against my ribcage as I read the words:


    ‘You don’t need to impress anyone. But I want you to know you could. Easily.


    Pick what feels like you. I’ll like whatever you choose.’


    Oh, fuck me.