Chapter Four
Caesar
I wish we’d met differently.Her words disappoint me. Why is she so determined this is a one-off?
There could be lots of reasons. Maybe she’s married… or she lives in another part of the country. Whatever the answer, there’s nothing I can do about it except make the most of what she’s willing to share with me.
I shouldn’t be doing this without knowing more about her. I’m normally much more responsible than this. But that’s why it’s so exciting. As an eldest son, and heir to the family empire, I spend every day trying to live up to my father’s high standards. For once, the thought of letting go feels liberating.
“So it’s just tonight,” I say, looking into her violet eyes. We’re both still wearing our masks. I don’t think she does this kind of thing very often. She’s enjoying being anonymous, and so am I, mostly. So I won’t remove mine unless she does.
“Just tonight.” Her eyes flare. “I quite like Cupcake.”
“Me too.” I trail my tongue up her neck. “She tastes so sweet…”
She sighs. “She’s braver than me. And more wicked.”
“Really?”
“Mm.” She slides her hands down my chest and pinches my nipples.
“Ow! Fuck.” Growling, I grab her around the waist, lift up, and twist, turning her beneath me. The skirt of the ballgown is now wrapped around us both, and I’m starting to feel hot and sweaty, because neither of us thought to turn on the air conditioning when we came into the room.
“I’m going to give you a hickey on your neck,” she says, kissing down my throat, “right above your collar, so everyone knows what you’ve been up to.”
“Don’t you dare.” Giving a short laugh, I take her wrists and pin them above her head.
Her eyes widen. “Oh dear.”
I give one long, slow thrust. “Want me to stop?”
She shakes her head, breathing hard.
So I don’t. I start moving inside her with purpose, groaning as I sink into her soft, warm flesh. Lowering down, I press my lips up her neck, around to her ear. She sighs and flexes her hands in mine, and I murmur to her as I trace my tongue around her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, and how lucky I feel that she’s sharing herself with me in this way.
She wraps her legs around my waist, letting me sink deeper into her, and I groan again and thrust harder. I’m not far from coming, but luckily her ragged breaths suggest she isn’t either, and I want her to come first. So I lift up onto my hands and move up an inch, making sure I’m grinding against her clit each time I thrust.
Her face and neck are flushed now, and she moans with every push of my hips, her eyes fluttering shut behind the mask. Her black hair is spread out on the carpet like a fan. Her eyeshadow glitters in the fairy lights. She’s amazing.
“Open your eyes,” I tell her. “Look at me.”
She forces them open, and I drown in the violet pools.
“I don’t want you to ever forget this night,” I whisper, thrusting hard.
“I won’t.” She blinks. “I could never forget you.”
I can feel my climax building. Luckily, at that moment she gasps, and then she tightens around me, crying out with each pulse. I ride her through it, holding on as long as I can, thenfinally give in and let the orgasm take me. Pleasure engulfs me, and I groan as I come. Ohhh… that feels so good…
And then it releases me, and I take deep breaths as if I’m coming up for air from the bottom of a pool. Wow.
I blink and focus on her, to find her looking up at me with hazy eyes.
“Cupcake,” I murmur, releasing her hands and lowering down. “That was amazing.”
Her lips curve up, and we exchange a long, luscious kiss.
When I eventually lift my head, she moistens her lips and wrinkles her nose.
