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they always did. I ignored the hands on my hips as I rode him. He knew better than to try to control me when we did this little dance. I kept my head up, eyes closed, as I moved, focusing on the slip and slide of his body and mine. We'd done this enough over the last four years that I knew exactly how this would go.
    The pressure inside me was building, and I just needed a little more to get me there. I moved one hand from his stomach to my breast, twisting and pulling on my nipple the way I liked it. Ricky may not have been a selfish lover, but that didn't mean he wasn't clueless some of the time.
    I shuddered as my head fell forward, and then his thumb was on my clit, rubbing back and forth until I came again. Pleasure coursed through me and my muscles tightened, squeezing his cock as I felt him come too.
    I kept my hand on his stomach, keeping me upright as I let my climax wash over me. It wasn't until his arms slid up to my waist and he started to pull me down onto him that I let myself go.
    “So you forgive me?” Ricky asked, pulling me down to his chest.
    He ran his fingers through my hair. It was never about forgiveness with Ricky. He was spoiled and entitled and would never change, I understood that. This was just the dance we did to get back to the beginning of our little circle.
    I rolled away and sat up. “My glass is empty.”
    Ricky groaned, but heaved himself up and grabbed the champagne. I stood up, not caring that I was standing naked in front of the sunset windows. I held out my glass, accepting the refill without looking at him.
    “Now am I forgiven?” he asked.
    This was another part of the dance. I shrugged and looked down at the only thing I was wearing besides my shoes. “The necklace is pretty.”
    “And you think I'm spoiled,” Ricky said with a smile.
    At least we were both relatively honest with each other in regards to our personalities.
    “You don't have an allowance,” I said, changing the subject.
    “The old man's making you budget, huh?” Ricky asked. “Not your favorite thing in the world.”
    Since I turned twenty-one and the trust my parents had left for me had been released, my life had actually become more restricted. For the past year, my grandfather had put limits on my credit cards and forced me to sit down with him and go over all my purchases at the end of every month. While my parents had left my brother and me well off, since we had no other family, we'd be inheriting all of our parents' share of my grandfather's fortune.
    Except Grandfather wanted to make sure I was responsible before he wrote that into his will.
    Now, I knew I didn't want for anything, and it wasn't like I went out on thousand-dollar spending sprees like Paris, or blew thousands of dollars buying people drinks at clubs like Ricky. I just didn't want to have to think about what I spent. Ricky and Paris never thought about money, and both spent without hesitation. Anything else seemed low class to them.
    “I like budgeting about as much as you like monogamy,” I said.
    “I think we've got a good thing going here,” Ricky said. “And you do too, right?”
    Ricky liked our make up routine, but he was still pushing for an 'open relationship.' What I wanted to know was if I'd have the opportunity to benefit from it the same way he would. I hadn't exactly found anyone I wanted to...play with, so I wasn't going to ask. If he kept pushing though, I might have to hook up with someone, just to show him how it would be.
    “Good enough,” I said.
    Ricky chuckled and tossed me my dress. “Better check your phone. I heard it going off while we were getting off.”
    I rolled my eyes at him, tied my dress back in place, and then dug my phone out of my purse. Shit. My grandfather called nine times in a row, excessive even for him. Something was up.
    “You're paying for dinner,” I said to Ricky as I checked my voicemail. “And I'm starving, so be prepared.”
    I was so far from one of those skinny bitches who