Page 18 of David's Love

“Who said we won’t have them?” he says, talking about having virtual sex, and I imagine his blue eyes getting softer with a sultry smile.

A wave of heat moves through my blood.

“I have an idea…” I find myself talking. “We can spice things up,” I go on. “I’ll make one of those online accounts, and we can meet online.”

He gives me a laugh.

“Like a sugar baby kind of thing?” he says. “Now that we are into role-playing again.”

“I’ll pretend I’m not interested in knowing how you are so astute in these things, and my answer is yes. It will be fun. You will be my only client.”

“I better be,” he says with a hint of humor.

“Yes. We can have fun. We meet online, do our thing, and nothing transpires. If anyone’s interested in what I’m doing, I’ll come up with an explanation. I don’t think it will happen, though.”

Although, it might. Chloe might be curious about it, so I’ll tell her I’m trying this sugar baby business.

That could be a perfect cover-up for the money floating around in my humble existence.

“When can I call you?” I ask.

“You can call me anytime.”

“Okay,” I say softly. “I’ll call you then.”

I bite my lip to stop myself from saying the rest of it.

How much I want him to be here with me.

“All right, baby. I’ll wait for you.”

With that, we end the call reluctantly, and I freeze in my seat, staring blankly at my phone.

The house is quiet. The backyard is dark, and the sky is full of stars.

What a beautiful night.

In a different universe, he and I would be together. He wouldn’t be a busy billionaire. And I wouldn’t be a struggling student failing at adulting.

We would have our little place and be chatting just about now. The house would smell like food and him.

I would bury my nose in his shirt, and he would put his nostrils against my hair.

My arms would be locked around his neck. And his arms would be draped around my body.

This little game we played has furtively morphed into something serious. I want less of the game and more of the simple things we can’t have.

My phone pings with an alert.

I look down and read his text.

David: A little something to ignite your creativity.

A short clip follows, and my eyes widen in surprise.

The recording is right on point. The focus is on my butt and his hand clutching my waist as he rocks his hips and enters me.

A shockwave of pleasure rams through me, making me forget about the cold, the fact that I’m outside, and Chloe is sleeping soundly on the sofa.

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