“The noises you make turn me on so fucking much,” he growls low.
Almost instantly, he pushes inside of me…hard. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rock my hips along with his and hold on tight, biting my lip more with each thrust. The muscles in his back tighten and flex as he works his body into mine. I rake my nails down his back, to his ass, loving the way it hardens with each thrust.
I’m so close to losing it again, my body clenching achingly tight around his cock.
My breaths come out as pants as the ache between my legs grows stronger, wilder. We’re both so close, and the moment I tip over the edge, I dig my nails into his back just as he grips onto me tighter, plunging in as deep as he can go, his cock pulsating with his release. Breathing hard, he takes my face in his hands.
“Please say you’re staying longer with me tonight. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
I lean up and kiss him. “I’m not going anywhere. Yet.”
6
Owen
I’ve been awake for three hours and in my office for two, pacing the floor and watching the clock slowly tick away at the minutes. I’ve never watched the clock so much in my life until now and never realized how painstakingly slow time moves when there is something you desperately want.
I want Ensley.
The problem is, I’ve had her. . .twice. By twice, I mean two nights. I’m not a guy who only pleasures his woman once and bails, at least not with Ensley. I can’t seem to get enough of her. I wish she felt the same way about me because I hate waking up to an empty bed in the morning. I even “accidentally” set my alarm so I could see her in the early morning. Only when the damn thing blared at five in the morning, her side of the bed was cold. I’m going to have to learn to cuddle or something, so I can feel her slip out of my arms next time.
Next time.
It must happen.
We have to happen without our masks. I can’t continue like this, but something tells me Ensley enjoys it. Sure, there’s a thrill to it, not knowing who you’re with, but I’m really hoping she’s only like this with me. I don’t want to think about perfect Ensley screwing half of the guys in the city who are wearing masks. The thought makes me shudder.
The more I think about the whole mask thing, the more creeped out I am at myself for allowing it to happen a second time. I wanted to tell Ensley who I was or am, and I should’ve but one look at her, dressed up as Daisy to my Gatsby, and I was a fumbling fool. But I wasn’t going to deny her. Ensley wanted to keep our masks on. Believe me, I had the temptation to slip mine off as soon as I entered her. I wanted her to know it wasn’t Jay Gatsby making her feel this way. It was Owen Jameson.
Finally, the clock reads nine. I rush to my desk and sit. Only, the force I landed in my chair causes me to roll away from my desk. To make matters worse, I try to stop myself and take half the papers and file with me.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I look at the floor and the mess I created. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
You’re in love.
I look over my right shoulder and then my left, wondering where that sentiment came from. I’m not the guy who believes in an angel and the devil battling it out when it comes to my decisions, but I swear there’s a voice in my head telling me how I feel.
The papers stay on the floor. I’ll get my assistant to sort through them for me later. And I’ll likely blame the wind or something. She doesn’t need to know how excited I was to make a phone call this morning.
I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and let the air out of my lungs slowly. I’m centered even though my heart is beating rapidly, and my mind is conjuring up pictures of Ensley sprawled out on the bed. Naked, of course, except for her mask. At least, I know what she looks like. I pick up the receiver and dial her number, which I’ve memorized.
Ensley answers on the second ring. “This is Ensley.”
“Good morning, Ensley.”
“Hello, Owen,” she says before I can tell her it’s me. My heart jumps, and it pounds a bit harder, and my palms sweat. Really? What am I, a teenager?
“I’m calling to see how you thought the party went?”
Ensley clears her throat. “Jordan and I think the party was a smash. You already know you sold out of tickets. The DJ gave the ball a five-star rating on his site. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Catering said there weren’t any issues. Are you and Damien satisfied?”
You have no idea.
“We are,” I tell her. “We haven’t spoken to our employees, but after our meeting this morning, we can let you know if there were any issues.”
“Oh yes, please. Jordan and I always want to know the good and bad. It’s how we improve with the events we plan. Speaking of, I’m assuming you’re calling about the charity dinner?”
“I am. I thought we could get together for dinner and hammer out the details?”
There’s a long pause before Ensley makes any sort of noise on the other end. “Sorry, I was just looking at the boat skimming across the lake.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were on vacation. We can chat via email if that’s better?”
Ensley laughs. It’s one of the best
