Page 81 of Masked in Deception
Jack’s warm hand on my lower thigh stops my train of thought. He’s looking the other way, out the window on his side, almost like he’s afraid to see how I’ll react. I wonder briefly if he’ll always think I’m going to swat him away, and resolve myself to change that.
I’m two steps above him on the stairs in front of my building, which puts me just about eye level with him. Maybe a little taller, which I kinda like.
“I like being taller than you. I feel very powerful. Dominant. Maybe I need to find taller heels. Or you could try being shorter?” I ask, playfully patting the top of his head, which I usually can’t see or reach.God, his hair is nice. Has he changed up his shampoo?
He raises one eyebrow, trying to look speculative, but he fails when I rake my fingers through his hair once, causing his eyes to roll back into his head. When they return to mine, they’re heated, and a thrill shoots down my spine.
“I’ll happily get on my knees for you anytime you want, Princess. You’ll be much taller than me, then. And you’re welcome to dominate me, if you wish,” he whispers, challenging me to take the bait. And I do.
“I’m not really into that,” I admit, feeling a bit like I’m doing something I’m not supposed to by flirting with Jack. Like I’m a teenager sexting with her boyfriend while hiding her phone under the covers.
“Oh?” Jack asks, slowly advancing us up the stairs one at a time. I step up backward, steadied by both his hands on my waist.
We finally reach the landing and are on equal footing. Our usual height difference is restored, and he looms over me like a tree.
“Yeah,” I whisper, both of us leaning closer until I’m almost speaking into his lips. “I’ve kinda found out that I rather like the other side of that equation.”
Like a viper, he strikes, and in half a second, I’m pressed between the hard wall of my building and his even harder body, with one of his huge hands around my neck and his tongue down my throat.
I’ve never been kissed like this.I don’t know if he felt the shift tonight, the decision I made…or if some tether that’s been loosely connecting our souls has finally snapped taut again after years of being slack.
My clit throbs, and if I don’t stop this now, I’m going to chain this man up in my apartment and never let him go. But we still have things to sort through, and this is not the night to just fall back into bed together. He’s not getting the message, though, based on his hard length rising to meet me through his pants. Finally, I bite down on his tongue, hard, to get his attention.
He pulls back to look at me, eyes blown and crazed, like he’d give me the world if I asked him to.And one day I just might.
“Thank you for the best date I’ve ever been on, Jack,” I whisper.
“Yet,” he says in response, and I give him a questioning look.
“The best date you’ve ever been on, yet,” he says with finality, then steps back, realizing his dismissal without me having to say it. He backs down every step without looking back, knowing when he’s reached the bottom and stopping to watch until he sees me go into the building.Did he count them on the way up? Why is that so hot? A stair-competency kink? Really, Margot?
Moving so I don’t look crazy just standing here, I give him a soft smile and wave, which he returns, before moving past the grinning doorman into my building. I’m sinking into my bath a little while later when a phone chimes, but not the tone I was expecting. Instead of a follow-up text from Jack, it’s my Sir.
Sir:
This week, I’d like you to wait for me in your collar but not naked. Wear lingerie, something bright red.
Fuck,I was not ready for how this text would make me feel. I give myself ten minutes to sit calmly, fully exploring my emotions about the situation, and make a decision. Once I do, I feel sad, but it’s as if a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders. Nothing is set in stone, but it's time to figure some things out.
Me:
Sorry, I can’t this week.
He responds instantly, just giving my message a thumbs-up, but before I decide how I feel about that, my real phone chimes. I smile when I see Jack’s name, thanking me for the best date he’s ever been onyet.
I’m still grinning like an idiot when I get out my vibe, and when I come tonight, a specific man is on my mind with no mask in sight.
Chapter fifty-eight
Jack:
I had an amazing time tonight, Princess. Thank you so much for agreeing to go out with me.
Margot:
:) No, thank YOU! I can’t believe you pulled that off.
I had forgotten all aboutL'éclat du Chocolat
