Page 92 of Masks and Mishaps

“Shit,” I mutter when I realize: I said Lander’s name, and we’re still recording. I look in the direction of my phone. “Shit. We have to stop.”

“I’ll bleep it out,” she promises, clasping her hand around the base of my cock before I can leave. “And I’ll cut this part out too. I’ll hire a cinematographer if I have to, but keep talking. Please.” She blinks. “You said you knew why he was calling you—to be his wingman, right?”

I nod. I can’t stop nodding. “The first time I saw you on a stream, I wanted you. Thefirst time. Within minutes.”

She rests her hand on my hip. “Which video was it?”

“You, Valeria, and Cora filming in a cabin. I saw you and I knew you were supposed to be mine.”

“Yours?”

“Mine,” I reiterate. “Valeria was for Lander; I knew immediately. She was holding back, and Lander likes a challenge; she was perfect for him. And Cora? I knew Everett was going to love her. She was bold about being on camera, and Everett likes audacity. He likes things to be a little scary.”

I position one knee on the edge of the cushion. “But there you were, Essie,” I say, uttering her name for the first time while being intimate like this, knowing we’re going to cut this footage—knowing this is for us. “I could see it: You were playing sweet, but you had an agenda. I could tell. Money. Pleasure. You wanted it—and you were going to get it no matter what.”

Shifting, I arrange my cock between her tits.

“Months later, when Lander said I was going to meet you, I walked out of a dinner meeting. Dropped the ball on a four-million-dollar deal. Probably cut my bonus by twenty-five K. Didn’t care.”

Essie gives my cock a lick and says, “I was excited to meet you too.”

I still my hips. “What?”

She snickers. “You think I didn’t research Lander when he moved next door to my best friend? You think I didn’t learn everything about him and his friends?”

Now that she says it,no shit she did.

“I saw pictures Lander posted of you,” she continues. “You looked fun. So unhinged. So indescribablyfine. Obnoxiously rich, as well. I wanted that—to look rich and expensive and to fuck rich and expensive guys like you.” Essie raises her shoulder. “I knew it was a matter of time.”

“You can’t mean that.” I’m so done—I am so in love with this woman, and it borders on scary becausethis is it. We have seventy-six hours and fifteen minutes left before we’re done, and the thought makes me want to die.I want to die.

Fuck it.

I end the recording before I position my cock between her tits once more and surge between them. “I love you,” I tell her, thrusting. “God, I love you.”Thrust. “And I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, Essie Romero.”Thrust.

She doesn’t object. She doesn’t even flinch. She simply nods, giving every miraculous inch of her body over. She always wanted me. Always. The depth of her desire has been as long and agonizing and hopeful as mine, and nobody understands this like her; nobody isevergoing to understand this like her.

Her tits are soft and nurturing around my cock. I fit here. I belong here. Every nerve ending, every fine inch of skin on me was made to be with her, to indulge in the inimitable sensation of knowing someone, loving them inside and out.

It’s only her, only this, and for a guy who has never waited for anything in his life, I was so damn patient. My patience has only brought me misery, but I can revel in this moment, in her.

“Come on me, Daddy,” she requests. “Make a mess of me.”

I do anything she asks—including this. My cum goes all over her face and her bare breasts, splashing over her skin and marking her. She savors it with an open mouth and a smile in the crinkled corners of her eyes as she watches me.

Mine. Forever mine.

And her giggle is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard—maybe the most beautiful thing I’ll ever hear—until it’s broken by the sound of the door opening behind me.

Thirty-Two

ESSIE

“Thefuck,”Christianspits,and his face is the lovechild of confusion and disgust.

Dalton is shielding me with his body, but I can see through the gap in his arms. Christian is stock still with a hand clasped around the bronze doorknob. As quickly as he arrived, he backs out and slams the heavy door shut, leaving me alone with Dalton.

“No,” I murmur, diving out from under Dalton to track down my dress. “No, no, no—”

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