Page 23 of Unmasked

Her lips curved into the most delicious smile he’d ever seen and he hauled her into his lap. “What do you want to do to me?”

Holding her tight with one arm, he leaned forward and fished his wallet out of his pants. He always kept a condom there, though it’d been an eternity since he’d needed one. Lights flickered outside the window, and it looked as though they were rounding the gardens again. He made a mental note to tip the driver generously.

“Tell me,” she repeated, plucking the foil from his hands and extracting the rubber. “Exactly what you want.”

It was hard to speak with her handling him, slipping the condom over him with sure fingers and her breasts rising and falling against the deep V of her dress. “I want to slide my cock into that tight little pussy of yours and feel you stretch around me. Then I’m going to hold your hips and grind into you until I feel you shake.”

She pushed up higher onto her knees and positioned herself over him, holding her dress in her hands. “More.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you come so hard that you squeeze every last drop of cum out of me.” His voice was a saw now, hard and cutting. So roughed up and dangerous.

“Oh, God.” Her breath stuttered in and out as she lowered herself onto him.

The feeling of her tight, wet heat was so sublime, Damian thought he might have been dreaming. But as she sank all the way down and his hands found the curve of her ass, he knew it was real. Nothing that good could come from his mind.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “Make me feel good. Make me forget everything except how you fill me.”

There would be no stopping him now. His fingers bit into her sides and he bucked up into her, dragging a groan from her lips. The edge of pleasure was too close already, but he didn’t want to hold back. Didn’t want to give her slow and sweet and sensual. No, this could only be hard and fast. Passionate. Furious.

He held her tight as she rocked against him, his hips thrusting up to meet her. Her teeth were at his neck, biting and scraping. Tugging. He smoothed a hand down the back of her head, feeling the ribbon holding her mask in place. Then he fisted the lengths of her silky hair and pulled so her face was tilted up to his. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted, her cries soundless as she hovered at the precipice.

“You’re starting to shake.” The flutter of the muscles in her sex dragged him closer. “You’re so close. Remember what I said. I want you to come around my cock. Take every last drop.”

She trembled in his arms, her breaths turning to gasps as orgasm took hold of her. She squeezed him, her hips grinding as she wrung the pleasure from him. Dragging it out of them both until they peaked. He roared into her hair as the release shook him, his cock pulsing inside her.

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Thankfully, Damian had a good grip on her, because that was the only thing stopping Lainey from tumbling back onto the floor of the limo. How long had they been driving? Had the driver heard everything going on back here? She reassured herself that if the guy drove limos for the rich and locally famous, he’d probably seen or heard a lot worse.

“Wow,” she breathed, her head resting against his shoulder.

“Wow, indeed.” His lips brushed her hair. “That was incredible.”

If only she could freeze time and stay here forever—in his arms, before the cold reality of what she’d done came crashing down like an avalanche. But it was officially time for Cinderella to turn into a pumpkin. Or something like that.

No doubt Damian would be a gentleman and offer to have the limo drop her home first, which couldn’t happen. He’d been to her place a few times. She’d have to give a fake address. Somewhere close enough for her to walk home safely, without giving the game away.

As she moved to climb off his lap, something shifted against her face. The mask slipped, and Lainey’s hand flew to the back of her head as shock seized her heart. She felt for the ribbon that held the mask in place, but all she could find were the frayed edges of where it should have attached.

Crap! One wrong move and she was about to have the mother of all wardrobe malfunctions.

“Is everything okay?” He reached out for her. But the gesture sent her into panic mode.

He could not find out her true identity. She couldn’t risk losing his respect, not to mention putting her friendship with Corinna on the line right before she was due to leave the country.

Just hold the damn mask and get the hell out of this car.

“I’m fine,” she said, but her voice was tight. “I... I need to go.”

Damian glanced out the window. “Right now?”

They were driving down Swanston Street in the heart of the city, not at all close to her apartment. But there were plenty of people around, and she could hail a taxi. Besides, once Damian was gone, she didn’t need the mask. And then she’d just be a girl in a dress...a revealing, slightly too tight, impossibly expensive dress.

“Yes, please. Right now.” She searched for her clutch but couldn’t find it. Shit. Where had she left it?

Her breath came in shallow bursts, her ribs flexing against the tight fabric of the dress, which only served to amplify the panic. She needed her clutch—she wouldn’t be able to get back into the house without it. It had her keys, her money and ID. Oh, God, her ID!

If Damian saw it...

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