Chapter 1
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Ryan couldn’t breathe. Not properly, anyway. He sat forward on the couch, elbows pressed to his knees, staring at Jess as though she had stepped out of a dream he never thought would reach daylight.
She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, pulling at the hem of the sheer black slip he had begged her to wear. A dress so thin it was nearly invisible, catching the light and showing more than it covered. Beneath it, the lingerie barely qualified as clothing—a bra that didn’t so much contain her breasts as frame them, small cups cut scandalously low, and a high-riding thong that traced her hips before vanishing into a narrow strip across her stomach.
Ryan saw perfection. Jess saw flaws. Her hand tugged at the fabric again, as if it could erase the soft curve of her stomach, the small pouch she had long since declared her enemy. She shifted her weight, feeling the straps cut at her sides, and hated how exposed she was.
“I can’t believe this is what you wanted,” she said finally. Her voice was steady but her eyes weren’t, flicking between him and the carpet.
He swallowed, tried to answer, but the words failed him.
Jess didn’t let the silence last. “I found it months ago. Your laptop. The Reddit account. You describing me to strangers. Not just me—us. Every detail, every… thing you wished would happen.” Her throat tightened. “You couldn’t even tell me yourself. You just shut down. Tried to bury it.”
Ryan’s hands clenched together, his jaw tight. He remembered. The look on her face when she confronted him, the storm he’d been too much of a coward to weather until the silence itself drove her to drag it out of him. He had begged, truly begged, for her not to leave. And when words failed him, he begged her to try.
She gave a small, sharp laugh, shaking her head. “And now here we are. Me, dressed like this, about to…” She trailed off, unable to finish.
Ryan saw the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips pressed together. She was furious, embarrassed, uncertain. But she was also breathtaking. More than that—she was his fantasy made flesh, and the thought both thrilled and terrified him.
Jess crossed her arms tighter, as though she could shield herself from his gaze. Inside, the war raged. She despised the lingerie, despised the way it clung, the way it seemed designed to expose every place she least wanted to be looked at. And yet some small, unwelcome part of her thrilled at the knowledge that he couldn’t stop staring.
“I didn’t want this,” she said finally, softer now. “I’m only here because you begged. Don’t forget that.”
Her words landed heavy, but Ryan’s eyes didn’t waver. He thought she looked impossibly hot, more desirable than she ever believed. He wanted to tell her, but before he could, the sound split the room.
A knock at the door. Firm. Deliberate.
Jess froze. Her heart spiked against her ribs, a chill and a heat all at once.
Ryan’s head snapped toward the sound. His mouth went dry.
Jess whispered, “Oh my God.” She closed her eyes for half a second, then opened them, staring at him. “He’s here.”
The second knock was louder.
Ryan’s stomach turned. The air between them thickened, all words collapsing into silence again.
Jess’s hand gripped the edge of her sheer dress, knuckles white. Her voice, tight and low, cut through the quiet.
“You begged for this. So go open the door.”