Page 29 of Masked in Deception
“Take me with you.”
He sighs and tries to stop my teasing, but I’m getting something out of this little trap I’ve managed to set for him, dammit. If he was going to fuck me, he wouldn’t have come to sleep in his own bedroom, but I’m leaving here withsomething.
“I want to see the club! I’m grown, Jack.Please.”
“Ledger will kill us both if he finds you there. I can’t.” He sighs, and he sounds so sleepy and desperate I almost take pity on him and give up my bargaining. Then I think of something I want to see even more than the club.
“Take me to your place, then. I have to havesomefun tomorrow night, and if I can’t have it with you, then…”
He snaps and pulls me back into him hard, bringing me closer than I have been all night. If I lifted my leg, his cock could slide right between my legs, and I know it wouldn’t meet any resistance at all, I’m so turned on.
“You’re not doing anything with anyone else tomorrow night. You’re going to be a good girl, and go the fuck to sleep, and tomorrow night, I’ll figure out how to do my very important job and also appease your curiosity regarding my living situation. Deal? Please say deal and stop. Rubbing. Your. Perfect. Ass. On. My. Dick,” he says, punctuating each word with a mini thrust and leaving me whimpering.
“Deal,” I say, when all I want to say isplease, please fuck me right now.
He releases me with a grunt and backs up, separating our bodies but leaving one hand against my lower back, like he can’t not touch me. “Get some sleep.”
I don’t think there’s any way I’m sleeping tonight, not this close to him and with the promise of seeing his home tomorrow.If I fall asleep, tomorrow will be here faster, I think, and I drift off, hoping to dream of the man beside me.
Chapter twenty-seven
30 years old
You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as I shut the door behind me, leading Margot into my penthouse. I knew agreeing to bring her to the city tonight would be hard, but the moment she walked out of Blanche’s house, I was a goner. I’ve never seen anyone as stunning. Her long-sleeved navy blue velvet dress hugs her body like a glove. It’s a low-cut design, showcasing her ample cleavage, and her golden-blonde hair is pulled up in a clip to accentuate her swan-like neck. I’ve viewed her as a woman for years now, but seeing her all dolled up forme,well. It's the first time I’ve really seen her asmy woman.
I’m not sure if taking her to dinner first made a difference. At first, I was relieved, thinking it would give me time to cool down from my initial caveman instinct to drag her to the nearest surface and impregnate her, spreading my seed to the best specimen alive. But all it’s done is build up tension, so I still want to drag her to my cave and make her mine, but now, I don't everwant to let her go. At least I’ve been able to see her in this dress a while longer.
“Wow, Jackie. This is incredible,” she says, walking around admiring my home.
There isn’t much personality to it besides being a newly renovated, open-layout penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows, boasting an impressive view of the city, especially after dark. I’ve always been something of a minimalist. My therapist says it's because I grew up with the lingering threat of having to leave all my things. It's the stark opposite of Margot’s style. Every space she’s ever occupied has overflowed with character and charm. When we were growing up, she would bring that character intomyroom. If there was ever a mess or clutter, it was from her. One I would never clean up or put awaybecause it was a reminder of her.
I’m leaning with one foot propped against the wall and my arms crossed, watching her finally take notice and make her way over to the grand piano in the corner of the living room that I had craned up here before I even moved in. “Why do you have this? You don’t play.”
“No, but you do.”
She sits down and removes the cover, running her fingers over the keys. “Do you say that to all the girls you bring up here?”
I kick off the wall and stalk toward the goddess sitting across the room from me, making a mental note not to ever be this far away from her again. Finally standing behind her, I reach down and place my hands on her shoulders, my thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the back of her neck. “Nobody else has laid a fucking hand on that piano, Margot.”
A slender hand reaches back to grab one of mine, and we’re frozen in a moment that seems to last forever and not long enough.
“Jackie…”
“Yes?”
“Take me to bed.”
My heart stops.
Margot stands and walks around the bench so that nothing separates our bodies before weaving her hands around my neck and giving me her ocean-blue eyes. The ones I’ve never been able to resist. “Please, Jack. Just for tonight. Please.”
I should have more reservations than I do or, at the very least, consider the reason I’ve been keeping my distance for the past week. There should be some concern about the consequences of taking things past the point of no return. There’s no illusion that this would only be for one night. That we would be able to wake up tomorrow morning and carry on with our lives as if nothing had ever happened. But a world doesn’t exist where I could ever tell her no.
“Whatever you want, Princess.”
Her breath catches as she smiles and tiptoes up to kiss me, but before our mouths meet, I sweep her into my arms and carry her bridal style into my bedroom.
The lights from the city illuminate the room as I gently set my princess down on the edge of my bed.How will I ever be able to sleep in a bed without her?
