Page 20 of Masked in Deception
I realize just how sexual that sounded around the same time I feel his dick start getting hard under where my ankle rests against his thigh.
Jesus, he feels huge.
I think about excusing myself again and avoiding the situation, but if we’re ever going to get through this day, we’ve got to get past this tension. “Damn, I don’t know who’s getting the most out of this massage.” I put the slightest bit of pressure on him where my foot rests before pulling my feet back and giving him a little light kick to the side of his head. “Do you need me to go get Mr. Bean to help you too?”
Jack grabs my foot away from his face and casually throws it off his head. “Brat.If you didn’t sound like you were in a goddamn porno instead of getting a foot massage…”
“Hmm, I’m not sure a foot massage isn’t better than sex anyway.”
Jack’s head snaps to mine. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. The anger on his face contorts into an expression I can’t decipher. He has a brow raised, and his mouth is locked in a battle between trying to smirk and biting his lip. He opens his mouth to saysomething, but just shakes his head and turns back toward the TV, chuckling.
Chapter twenty
30 years old
Fuck.Fuck.I must be the most masochistic asshole on the planet to think that spending a holiday alone with Margot was a good idea. This has been the best Thanksgiving I can remember, and it’s all because I’ve spent it with my girl. I’ve laughed more today than I have in a month, and to end the day with my head in her lap as she plays with my hair is perfect.
I try not to think too much about the fact that she made my dick hard twice, and fully fucking knew about it both times. She was flirty as hell, and although our texts had been trending that way, I was in no way expecting our in-person interactions to be just as charged. Today was an exercise in restraint, considering how much I wanted to go full caveman and pin her down and make her mine.
I’m dozing off while she quotes Christmas moviesline for line when the alarm on my phone goes off, letting me know it’s time to wrap up and get back to the jet. Business never sleeps, and we have a Black Friday alternative event tomorrow for people whoneed to fuck out some energy after spending today with their family.
Can’t relate. I’d spend every second in Margot’s presence if I could. I really, really don’t want to leave…then don’t. Tell her. Go full caveman.
The devil on my shoulder has been increasingly unhelpful over the past month, especially since Margot came back for the football game. Living in NYC for her master’s degree has her busy, but she’s taking it all in stride, and I swear she’s more confident than ever. She radiates joy and is so damn funny. I’ve been a little obsessed with her all my life…but the flashes of heat I’ve felt periodically since I picked her up from her prom five years ago seem to be getting more frequent, and I’m almost positive she feels the same way.
That way madness lies.
Yeah, thanks, angel on my shoulder. I’m totally fucking aware of the fact that this would implode my entire life as I know it. I’m also more and more aware of the fact that I can’t go one day without texting her, let alone thinking about her, and every time I see her with another man, I practically lose my ability to function for hours as I stew with rage.
You dramatic son of a bitch. Use your calming techniques.
Whatever, I’m warm and I’m cozy and I’m not going to worry about feelings I can’t control.
“Jack!”
I sit straight up and look around for danger and why someone’s yelling, only to see Margot looking at me in concern.
“Jack! Your phone alarm has been going off for like a minute and a half, and I tried to shake you awake or pull your hair, but you wouldn’t budge! Is that your alarm that you have to leave?” She looks sad at the thought, and I reach down to silence my alarm.
I turn back to tell her this is the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had, and I’ll always be her best friend, and thanks for hosting. I really have to go, but she has chocolate ganache from the brownies we ate earlier on the bottom corner of her lip, and my entire existence narrows to that smudge.
I slide closer to her on the couch, the length of my thigh parallel to hers, and move into her space until we’re nose to nose. I can smell her undeniably Margot scent mixed with sweet chocolate.
I stay there, staring into her perfectly blue eyes until I decide.
Fuck it.
I tilt my head and lick the chocolate off, gently sucking her luscious lower lip into my mouth to make sure I get it all, before pulling back and staring again. Her eyes are closed, and her chest is rising and falling more rapidly than a minute ago.
“Princess,” I whisper, and her eyes snap open again to meet mine, then briefly to my lips, and back to my gaze.
Before I can tell her I’m sorry, and I shouldn’t have done that, and please don’t change a thing about our relationship because you’re my best friend, she speaks. She’s always been braver than me.
“I think you missed a spot,” she whispers, and I’m done. I reach my hand up to gently cradle her jaw, stroking her chin and committing her face, right now, to my Mount Rushmore of lifetime memories.If I actually take time to think about it, they might all be Margot.
There isn’t anything left to be said. I lean in and meet her lips as my world tilts irrevocably on its axis, and I give my princess the kiss she’s been owed for years.
Chapter twenty-one
