He laughed. "Not at all, and everyone has vowed to keep what they witnessed while here to themselves. You're a good man, Gatsby."
"What about you? What will you do?"
He grinned. "I'm still deciding."
He left me to my thoughts, and I stood, watching as the doors opened and partygoers wearing masks filed in, dancing and howling. An hour into the party, they entered.
She looked like a princess in her green, sparkly ball gown. She wore a half mask, stopping at her nose and high cheeks. It was white, with large bunny ears that sparkled in the light. I pulled my fox mask out of my jacket and hurried down to greet them.
Max scowled when he saw me coming. He wore a Venitian mask with an oversized, crooked nose. It was ugly, like the face behind it. I greeted them politely.
"I assume you're here to steal my fiancée away." Max snickered, his cold eyes growing darker, colder. So cold, it sent a shiver through my body, despite the heat of the crowded room. Gatsby didn’t miss a beat.
"That I am." I laughed, pulling Daisy into my arms.
We bound away, Daisy leading, her natural grace moving us easily through the packed party.
"Hello again, Daisy." I smiled.
"Hello again, Gatsby." She nodded.
"Are you hungry?" I asked. Her smile fell.
"I don't know if this was a good idea. This feels wrong."
"Why? You've done the same to protect me. I think it's time I return the favor."
"I just feel like at any moment, the bomb is going to drop. He's been up to something, I just know it. He's been too nice lately."
Her concerns were valid, but I no longer cared. This was being handled tonight.
"I can't wait any longer, Daisy. In fact..." I pressed myself against her, allowing her to feel how hard I was. "Why don't we sneak away before the festivities start?"
I took her off the dance floor, and we snuck upstairs to my office. The moment the doors were shut, our masks flew off and my lips crushed hers.
"I'm so fucking horny," I muttered as I fumbled with her skirt.
"No, I want to repay the favor. Put your mask back on." She giggled and reached for hers, sliding it over her eyes, pushing my hands away. I was offended at first until she dropped to her knees and grabbed for my suit pants. I helped her undo them and remove my cock from my boxers. She inhaled me quickly, and I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and savored her tongue and lips as she sucked me deep into her throat.
She worked me fast and hard. She knew just what to do with her tongue to get me there fast, and like a preteen boy seeing his first playboy, I came hard and fast, making me surprised and a little dizzy. I pulled out of her mouth and yanked her up. She swallowed every drop and kissed me, our mouths locking. The taste of my cum on her lips turned me on, causing my cock to throb. Could I go again?
Deciding there was time for that later, I stuffed myself back into my clothes and retrieved our masks.
"Jules is probably getting ready. We just need to pull Max from the party." I opened the door and was greeted with the barrel of a gun being shoved into my forehead.
"Care for company?" Max asked.
I raised my hands. He pushed me back with his gun, and I stumbled over my feet.
"Max!" Daisy cried.
"Shut up, Daisy. We're ending this tonight. Come in, Clarke." Max cocked his head, and a man in a mask that matched Max's entered.
"Recognize him? This is Lilly's husband. You know, the dancer you murdered."
"What?" I asked.
"You don't have to play dumb anymore, Gatsby. I knew the whole time that the last place Lilly was, was your Theater. And the next day you and your assistant were there all day. You killed her and covered it up. You thought you'd get away with it, but Clarke and I aren't letting that happen."
