Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
A rush of heat forms between my legs as I return my attention to my masked man, uncertain if I can actually go through with this.
He steps closer, his fingers brushing a stray hair from my face. “You said this was your fantasy.” His voice is low and husky, and I now know he’s trying to conceal its natural sound, which only adds to the sexy mystery of this entire experience.
I hesitate for a moment, my eyes darting toward the windows and the shadowy figures beyond.
“I did,” I say. “But I never thought it would actually happen.”
He takes my hand and leads me toward the center of the room, stopping in front of a large, ornate bed. The red velvet curtains surrounding the bed create a sense of intimacy, despite the voyeurs beyond the windows.
People are watching. Oh, god, people are watching!
He softly runs his fingers along my jawline, tilting my face up toward his so our eyes connect. I swallow hard, my body wanting to collapse to a pile of goo on the floor.
I nod, giving him my silent consent.
With a wicked smile, he slowly undresses me, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps on my exposed skin. The cool air of the room contrasts with the heat of our breaths.
He whispers in my ear as my dress pools at my feet, “Remember, they’re watching.” His words only serve to heighten my arousal.
I try not to look at the windows in fear that I’ll chicken out and run out of the room with a failed fantasy to haunt me forever. Instead, I stand before him, clad only in my lace panties and heels.
He takes a step back to admire me. A low growl escapes his lips as he takes in my nearly naked form. The hunger in his eyes, and the knowledge that strangers are also watching my every move, sets my body ablaze.
His fingers hook into the lace of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs. I step out of them, feeling extremely exposed in the best possible way. His lips find mine again, his kiss dominating and possessive.
For the first time since entering the room, I steal a peek at the windows. Several pairs of eyes are fixed on us, observing our every move with unabashed curiosity. The heat between my legs intensifies as I realize how many people are truly watching, and I press myself closer to him, eager to put on a show.
I reach up and unfasten his shirt, revealing the muscular chest beneath. And tattoos . . . holy shit . . . so many tattoos. My fantasy truly coming to life.
He groans as my fingers trace the intricate patterns inked onto his skin. I try to push his shirt off his shoulders, but he stops me and shakes his head. He wants to keep the cloak on, the mystery, and I’m fine with that. More than fine.
With a smirk, I undo his belt buckle and slide the leather through the loops. His pants have to go, however.
I glance back at the window and give a smirk to the viewers. Yeah, that’s right. He’s mine for the night.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jack
Fucking Chloe in this room with everyone watching on the other side of the thin glass is most definitely a fantasy of mine, and I know it’s one of hers as well. Me wearing a mask, though not my first choice, makes this night possible without me being detected. A convenience that Chloe gushed about how erotic she thought a masked man would be.
She’s tracing her fingertips on my tattoos which makes me nervous. Flames and axes, and other classic firefighter tats mark up a majority of my chest and arms, and I’m hoping they won’t give my identity away. Luckily for me, Chloe doesn’t seem to be examining them too closely, and even if she does discover it’s me beneath the mask, is that really that bad?
My lips brush against her ear. “Can you feel their eyes on us?” I whisper, my voice low and husky and as disguised as I can possibly make it. It borders on sounding ridiculous.
Chloe gasps, her breath hitching in her throat. “Yes,” she whispers back, her voice barely audible. “It turns me on.”
“They can see your bare pussy,” I growl. “And now they’re going to see me lick every inch of it.”
Chloe whimpers as I slide my hand up her thigh, my fingers inching closer to her wetness. I can see the hungry gazes of the onlookers beyond the glass. It’s a thrill like no other, knowing that we’re the center of their attention, and I’m about to give them so much more. It’s my mission to not disappoint.
I pull her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, exposing her fully to our audience. Chloe bites her lip, her cheeks flushing with desire as I lower myself to my knees. The scent of her arousal fills the air, casting an animalistic spell over me. I waste no time in devouring her, my tongue teasing her clit as I slide two fingers inside her.