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“Will I have time to put my dress on if we stop with five minutes to spare?” she asks.

“Better not risk it. Leave it on.” I stand and raise her straps, covering her chest. As much as it pains me to do so, I’m simply trying to ensure she isn’t placed in a compromising position if someone comes knocking.

Which they certainly will.

“Bend over the arm of the couch and raise your dress for me,” I command.

“Wait,” she says. “We’ve been doing what you want all this time, and now I have a fantasy I’d like to fulfill.”

I glance at my watch. Another minute has passed.

“Tell me, but be quick,” I say.

She smirks up at me with a devilish gleam in her eyes.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Cat

“The mask,” I say. “I want you to wear it, and I’ll wear mine.”

“I don’t have one,” he says. “I thought it was fucking stupid, so I left it in the room. You have a mask kink?”

I grab my mask from the small table and fasten it over my head. Unlike the half-masks Kindra initially ordered, the homemade iterations cover our entire faces. She made a glittering black cat, just for me, and now I want to fuck Bennett while wearing it.

“Use Maverick’s.” I point to the door. “It’s just on the other side. I saw it when I came in.”

Bennett looks at his watch, then tiptoes to the door, which looks ridiculous. It’s not like anyone could hear his footsteps over the music.

“You can walk, dumbass,” I say. “They kind of expect that I’m in here with someone.”

He rolls his eyes and opens the door just enough to squeeze his arm through the crack. After flailing around for a fewseconds, he pulls back and begins fastening the mask over his head. It covers his entire face, but the eye holes are so large that the tip of his eyebrow scar peeks through.

I hurry to the couch and get on my knees on the cushions. We don’t have a lot of time, so I hike my dress and thank myself for deciding to go without underwear. One less thing to search for when we’re finished.

Bennett comes behind me and squeezes my hips once before lowering his pants. I peer over my shoulder at that strange mask. It’s supposed to be a lion, but it looks more like a tan gorilla having a bad hair day. The fantasy isn’t about his mask, though.

It’s about mine.

Bennett’s fingers swipe through my pussy. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he shoves them beneath the mask to taste me. His eyes close, and his head tips back.

“You always taste so incredible, kitten.” He groans under his breath and sucks his fingers again. “Later tonight, I want to drink from the source.”

Someone bumps against the cubicle, and the walls tilt before settling again. I brace for the moment of panic, for the door to fly open as everyone discovers my dirty secret.

Bennett leans over me, his hard dick pressing against my ass as he whispers, “Relax. It’s just us, and we only have twelve minutes left.”

I nod and grip the couch. He’s right. We’re safely hidden, and part of the thrill of our arrangement arises from the risk of discovery, and it certainly doesn’t get much riskier than taking Bennett’s dick in a room full of people. If I can just give myself to the moment and forget about my concerns, I might have the second-best orgasm of my life.

I fear the best will always belong to that damned turkey-leg butt plug.

Bennett doesn’t seem bothered at all as he rubs my pleasure over his dick and prepares to enter me. He presses against my pussy, and I relax.

“Fuck, is there an angle you don’t feel good from?” he asks. “Push against me when you’re ready. But only when you’re ready.”

Ready for what?

But I don’t have time to ask the question as he thrusts forward and fills me with his cock. With each slow pulse, he drags his thumb over my asshole, sending ripples of pleasure through my abdomen.

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