Page 36 of The Swap Masquerade

He slipped past me and I shut the door then turned to give him a kiss. I only meant to give him a small peck on the lips, but my body had a mind of its own. Soon, I had him backed up against the wall, my hands cradling his face as I deepened the kiss. He giggled which wasn’t quite the response I’d been expecting. I pulled back. “Are my kisses funny to you, now?”

Elliott laughed again, shaking his head. “No, it wasn’t that. It was when you put your hands on my face.”

I was confused until I looked down at my hands and realized I still had an oven mitt on my left hand. I laughed when I saw it, holding my hand up. “Well, it says ‘kiss the cook,’ so at least I had the correct one on, I suppose. I was about to get dinner out of the oven when you rang the bell. I forgot I was wearing it.”

He followed me past the living room and into the kitchen. “You have a nice place.”

“Thanks. I bought it brand new a few years ago. The neighbors are nice, but like I told you before, I would have preferred having something I could fix up instead.” Grabbing the other mitt, I opened the oven door and pulled the pan with the chicken out and carefully set it on top. Sliding the oven mitts off, I tossed them onto the counter, and switched off the oven before turning around.

“Yeah. I probably would too. I always loved helping my dad with projects around the house and the fire station. I’ve missed that since I moved out which is probably why I’ve enjoyed working at Habitat so much.”

I cocked my head at him. “Is that the only reason you’ve liked working there?”

Elliott picked right up on my teasing. He set the wine down on the table and walked over, sliding his hands around my waist. “No, it’s not the only reason. There’s also an extremely sexy man who works there.”

I slid my hands up over his shoulders, tilting my head back so I could look him in the eyes. “Oh, really? Tell me about him.”

His eyes roved over my face. “He’s gorgeous, with coal-black hair and steel gray eyes that darken whenever he’s turned on.”

I frowned at him. “You know what he looks like when he’s turned on? I thought you just worked together.”

“Oh, we do. But this one time, I walked in on him having sex with some guy.”

“I like where this is going. Tell me what you saw.” My voice sounded husky in my ears, and I could feel Elliott’s hardness pressing against my belly.

“I don’t remember much about the other guy because this man was so stunning, he eclipsed everything else around him. He always does.”

My chest felt warm as I responded, “I’m sure he couldn’t eclipse you.”

“I’d never seen anyone like him before. He had his shirt off and his cock was so big and so thick. All I wanted to do was touch him.”

“Did you?”

“No.” We were standing so close, I couldn’t be sure if I was feeling his heart beating or my own.

I licked my lips and his eyes darted down to catch the movement. Suddenly, this no longer felt like a game. “What if you could touch him now?”

His words came out as a whisper. “I’d probably never stop.”

A groan erupted from my chest as I leaned up and claimed his mouth. He kissed me back, hungrily, his lips moving over mine and our tongues curling erotically around each other. I gasped loudly when in a surprise move, he lifted me in the air and placed his hands under my ass. “Where’s the bedroom,” he growled.

“That way,” I said, pointing towards the hallway.

Elliott carried me through the house as if I weighed nothing at all. I should have felt ridiculous, given that I was older and his professor, for God’s sake, but I found it surprisingly sexy instead. The fact that he was strong enough to carry me would make it all the more delicious when I made him come apart later. And I would. Over and over again, if I had my way.

He walked in my room and set me down on the edge of the bed then knelt in front of me. “Will dinner keep?” he asked as he pulled off first one sock and then the other.

“If not, we’ll order pizza.” I leaned back on my elbows as he stood and unbuttoned my pants before sliding them off. Sitting back up, I ripped my shirt off over my head then reached for his jeans. Soon, he was completely naked, standing in front of me and looking like some statue of a Greek God. Only he was a live version, warm and breathing, and staring down at me as if he thought I was the beautiful one.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you. That I get to see you. All of you.” He reached out, caressing over one of my cheekbones where my mask used to lay.

I grabbed his wrist and brought it to my mouth, kissing it gently. “No more hiding. Not when it’s just you and me.”

He nodded and I leaned forward, nuzzling my nose against the silky-smooth skin of his stomach, and breathing in his scent, a heady mixture of body wash, arousal, and some other smell that was unique only to him and completely intoxicating. His stomach quivered as I traced over the deep V muscle he had between his hips with the tip of my tongue, leaving a wet trail behind. His cock bobbed in front of my face, begging for attention but as I moved to take him into my mouth, he took a step back.

I looked up at him questioningly. His eyes had darkened until they looked almost completely black. “Me first.” I sucked in a breath as he suddenly dropped and knelt in front of me again. His large hands landed on my knees, spreading my legs apart so he could see the most private parts of me. “God, look at you.” The reverence in his voice made me shiver.

Precome dribbled from the slit at the tip of my cock, and he bent his head, swiping his tongue over it. I reached an arm out, snagging one of the pillows off the bed and put it under my head as I leaned back to watch the show.

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