Page 32 of Masked

“Why thirty days?”

“Because I’m not willing to enter a relationship that lasts any longer than that. Not anymore.”

Not after Elise, she thought to herself.

“I can respect that. What happens at the end of thirty days?”

“We go our separate ways. Normally I would say we’ll never see each other again, but I suspect you’re going to join Exposure and I can’t disappear from there.”

“How many other women have you done this with?”

He shrugged. “A handful.”

“And you’ve seriously never seen them again?”

He dragged a hand through his hair. “We may bump into each other occasionally, but we don’t do anything together anymore.”

She bit her lip. “I still want to try.”

“Do you have any idea what you do and don’t like?”

“Just what I’ve told you so far. I have no experience.”

“That changes some things. We’ll have to give you a taste of everything that interests us and then we can start the thirty days. So, for the next seven days, we’re negotiating.”

Her heart soared at the idea of an extra week with him. And that’s the exact moment she realized she was going to get her heart broken again. But she couldn’t make herself walk away. Not when things were just getting interesting.

“Talk to me about your birth control status.”

She blushed. “I’ve got an IUD.”

“And STI testing?”

“I haven’t had a test in a while, but I haven’t slept with anyone but Parker in the last five years. But of course, he’s been cheating on me, so I can’t say for sure.”

“I’ll use a condom until we both have clean test results in hand. After that, I will fuck you bare.”

“Where do we start?”

He chuckled. “If you’re going to be mine. You need to understand what I’m about. Stand up and take your clothes off.”

What he was about? Something about the way he said it sent a little chill down her spine, but she slipped off the bed and took off the clothes she’d only just put on.

“And remember, you can always use your stoplight colors to slow things down or stop them.”

When his demeanor shifted again, she almost gasped. He didn’t do anything specific, but his posture got straighter, his eyes darkened, and the entire energy of the room shifted as she stood naked and waiting for him to make the next move.

His hand shot out, and he gripped her hair in the back of her head. He walked to the giant floor to ceiling window, dragging her behind him. She staggered as she tried to keep up.

He shoved her into the cool glass facing the window and shoved her legs apart.

“Arms stretched wide above your head. I want anyone looking to see what a dirty little slut I’ve got on my hands tonight,” he said in her ear.

Her heart hammered harder as she did as he asked. Never had she felt this exposed and dirty. Her pussy fluttered, and she shifted her legs wider, wanting to relieve the ache there.

“I said spread your arms, not your legs. But I’m sure you can’t help it, considering how horny you are.”

He plunged his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.

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