Page 95 of Unmasking My Dark Knight

A couple of weeks ago, Romeo and I celebrated Halloween at the Scare Park. We took a train over; we were dressed and painted like we were last year at Tallulah’s wedding reception. And although he wasn’t working there, we attended just like anyone else. On the busiest day of the season—Halloween. He even wore the same outfit to skid along the street and scare a few people, and he talked with his other scare-actor friends, who greeted him warmly.

“I want you to paint me, too,” I said. It had become a bit of a guilty pleasure to dress up like we had last year. And if I were being honest, I’d been dying to find a time to make love to him in costume.

Romeo turned around to look at his co-stars. “Goodnight, everyone! See you tomorrow!” he said to them.

“Not getting drinks with us to celebrate?” one of the leads asked.

Romeo looked at me with starry eyes. “No, I’ve got my girl to take care of.” He scooped me into his arms, and I couldn’t stop laughing. He carried me all the way to the subway. I rode on his lap, kissing his neck, lips, cheek, all the way like that until we hit our exit in Middletown.

We couldn’t get into our house fast enough. Luckily, it’d be just us two, since his costars were out celebrating tonight—and, well, Nelly, my Pomeranian, of course. She was still adjusting to the small house and the downgrade from eating Wagyu beef to Purina dog chow. Needless to say, she was preoccupied with watching TV–Sex and the City was her favorite–and we didn’t expect our roommates back for another few hours.

“Hurry! Bring the paint!” I yelled, throwing off my coat, as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Damn it, you’re right. Come with me.” Romeo grabbed my waist and put me over his shoulder.

I laughed. “You’re literally so hot right now.”

He smacked my ass, and I yelped.

“Sit down here, pretty girl. I’m going to make you into the sexiest clown.”

Ro placed me on the bathroom countertop. I put my hair back into a slick ponytail as he sorted out his makeup. I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them off my hips, all the way down my legs. My long shirt covered me.

“Already undressing?” he asked.

“Yes! Hurry up!” I yelled.

I leaned in to kiss him as he tried painting my lips.

“You impatient girl,” he said.

“Touch me, please,” I said, grabbing onto his free arm that was leaning on the countertop.

“Hmmm, my little beggar is coming out to play.” His hand ran up my bare thighs. “No panties?”

I nodded, with a hitch in my breath.

“And you’re already so wet for me,” he growled.

“The entire performance, I was so wet for you,” I told him, bringing my fingertips to wrap behind his neck. “I’ve missed you, High Jynx.”

Romeo’s lip curled. “I’ll add the diamond eyes you love so much to both our faces,” he said, kissing my lips with unsatisfied hunger.

“Yes, please,” I let out.

Romeo licked up my neck, and I shuddered. “Patience, little beggar."

The second he put his paints down and finished, he picked me back up.

Romeo

Ivy Jade fit perfectly in my arms as I carried her up to our bedroom, her legs wrapped around my waist as if her life depended on it, her lips seeking mine hurriedly and fervently.

I turned the light on as I slammed open our bedroom door with my foot, then closed it behind me as I pressed Ivy Jade against the wall. I kept her positioned against it, holding her there with my hips as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. Her eyes widened as she looked down at my body, looking so fucking sexy as Mrs. High Jynx.

She wrapped her arms around me again, grinding her hips against mine, my cock begging to be released.

But I had a fun little idea…