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It seemed like all the men I usually had fun with weren’t as exciting as they once were, and no matter how hard I’d have to work for it, I wanted to see Riggs naked.

Touch and feel every inch of him, and show him just how bad I could be.

He liked the way I teased him, despite his grumpy and annoyed behavior last night.

He enjoyed touching me just as much, and I wanted more.

So much more.

“Help Della in the kitchen, will you? I have a few more emails to send and then we can have dinner.”

I nodded as he walked out, leaving me all alone in the big living room with my naughty thoughts about my dad’s best friend.

I looked at his phone on the coffee table and thought about unlocking it to get to Riggs’s number.

Sending him a picture of me in my underwear sounded intriguing, and as reckless as I was, I grabbed the phone and put the password in to get to Dad’s contacts.

It wasn’t okay looking through his contacts, but it wasn’t like I read his emails or messages, right?

When I found his name in the list, I quickly snapped a picture of his number with my phone as I couldn’t use my actual phone to send him a naughty picture.

Might even be fun to make him guess who sent him pictures like that, which made it all even more exciting.

I grinned, because although I was used to doing crazy things like this, something about it being Riggs made my heart pump faster.

*

“Don’t you think that’s a little too…”

“Slutty?” I asked, finishing Kennedy’s sentence after I told her my plan to send Riggs a naughty picture from my second phone.

How much fun would it be to know he got the message, saw a half-naked picture of me, but had no clue who was sending it?

“I just wanna have a little bit of fun with him, Kennedy. He was…intense last night. I wanna get back at him. Tease him a little more.”

Kennedy studied me as she leaned back on the bed. We had both put on our pajamas, ready to cuddle up under the covers and watch a movie.

“But what if he knows it’s you? If he’s been as rude as he was last night, I can’t imagine what he’d do if he figures out that’s you in the picture.”

He wasn’t rude.

Well, at least that’s how I interpreted it.

I was turned on by his asshole-behavior, and I desperately needed more.

I looked down at my phone and shrugged, checking his number which I had taken a picture of earlier this evening.

Riggs number was saved into my contacts of my second phone, and with a smug grin, I opened his chat and tapped on the camera icon.

“He won’t figure it out if I don’t show my face and have my hair up in a bun. Besides, he’s never seen my lingerie, so there’s no way he’ll figure it out.”

Although I wanted that to be how this turned out, I had no doubt he’d know sooner or later, seeing as there was probably no other eighteen-year-old wanting to mess with him.

I held my phone in front of me in selfie-mode, positioned myself in a way the wall behind me was empty, and snapped a few pictures with my other hand covering my tits or pulling down my bra strap just a little.

“You’re wild,” Kennedy muttered with a soft laugh.

“You should try it sometime. It’s empowering,” I told her.

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