Page 69 of His Two Hidden Masks

“Like music,” he said.

“Like music.”

He nodded, as if pleased with my answer, and popped one of the caramels in his mouth. Eyes closed, he chewed. “Christ almighty, woman,” he said after a minute. “That was like an orgasm in my mouth.”

“Come on,” I said, half-smiling.

“No, I’m serious.” His hands moved across the tray. He picked up a milk chocolate lavender and a jalapeño caramel.

“Go ahead,” I said, laughing.

I watched him chew each candy, his eyes closed. He swallowed and looked at me. “Bella Baci taste like joy.” He leaned forward, put his hand under my chin, and kissed me.

I sat down on a stool beside him and leaned into his kiss. The kiss deepened, our lips pressing against each other. His tongue swept through my mouth and a soft whimper escaped me.

“I know, baby,” he said, murmuring. “I know.”

His hand moved up my knees toward my thigh, as the energy between us burned hotter. Our kisses grew intense.

“We can’t,” I said.

“I just need to touch you.” His hand between my legs, he dragged three fingers over my pussy, sending a wave of tingles through my shaking body.

Blood rushed to my clit and my body opened for him like a hot house flower, wanting him, preparing to be penetrated by him, even as I sat there in yoga pants.

“Can I have you tonight?” he said, his hands pressing against me and sweeping over my mound in steady yet tantalizing circles.

“Yes, yes,” I said, my arousal coming on hard and fast. “Not here.”

“We’re alone, just you and me. I want you to come. I need you to come.”

My breath stuttered, as he massaged me faster. I gave in to my need. Grabbing his neck, I pulled his lips towards mine and pushed my tongue deep inside him.

His mouth on mine, my cries muffled by his lips, I arched my back as my orgasm broke me wide open. “Yes, yes, oh, yes.”

He never stopped kissing me. His lips moved slower and more softly in time with the slowing pulse between my legs. I put my hand on his hard dick. I wanted to slide my mouth around his cock and taste his come mixed with the sweetness of my candy.

He covered my hand and lifted it slowly off his erection. “Later, my love.”

I exhaled, releasing a whisper of a moan. He brushed a stray hair off my face. “How do you do this to me?” he said.

“Do this to you? You just played my body like I was your guitar.”

He smiled. “You feel better than a guitar. Watching you come is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”

The back door opened as Andrea and Vincenzo returned from their break. Dylan straightened his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair. “See, we can be discreet,” he said. softly.

“I wouldn’t call that discreet. I’d call it risky.”

“I’d call it worth it.” Dylan stood. “Can I please have one more of your delicious Bella Baci before I go?”

“You make everything sound naughty,” I said, keeping my voice low.

“Says the woman who named her brand after beautiful kisses.”

I handed him the tray and let him take a few candies to-go. He popped a lavender caramel into his mouth and closed his eyes in appreciation. “These are so fucking delicious, like you. I can’t believe you make these here.”

“Yes, I do,” I said, biting my lip. “Well, I did. I am shutting down business for a while. Today.” I felt resolute stating my decision out loud.

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