Chapter 10

10

D AVID

I’d lie if I said I’m not anxious to see her.

She’s late.Her flight is late. And the Halloween party has already started, so I’m waiting for her, all dressed up with a mask in my pocket, too nervous to have a drink.

This is a different kind of party.

It’s a world of people who want to indulge in their darkest fantasies for a night. And what better night that would be if not this?

I call my driver and tell him where to bring her. I don’t have the patience to wait in my hotel suite.

I’ve also changed my mind.

I’ll be driving to Long Island.

This way, I have something to do instead of waiting for her like a smitten teenager.

I grab my keys and wallet and rush out the door.

The door locks with a click in my wake while I dash down the corridor.

I couldn’t think about anything today. All I had in mind was her.

Last night was epic.

She becomes more and more comfortable in front of the camera, but this virtual sex thing doesn’t do much to quench our thirst.

The relief is brief, quickly replaced by frustration.

In a few more weeks, I’ll be back in Colorado. The way things look right now, I’ll be there for the holidays too.

And who knows what the New Year will bring? I’m optimistic about the future.

I look forward to some new things. Real things.

I push the elevator button and travel to the first floor with a couple. Once we reach the lobby, I head to the garage parking while they make a beeline for the bar.

The familiar smell of my car calms my nerves. In a few minutes from now, her sweet scent will waft through the air.

A rush of blood goes through my groin as I think about her. Discretely, I adjust my bulge and tip my gaze to my phone.

A thought spins in my head.

You can never tell what happens next in your life.

I could’ve never predicted that I’d experience that kind of authentic excitement again.

I would’ve never imagined a woman could make me feel alive again.

Being away from her helped me understand that while this might still be a game, it has also transformed into something deeper.

What exactly that could mean?

I don’t know.

And I don’t think she knows either.

Slowly, I let the car roll out of the garage and meet the crazy exhilaration of the city with a smile.

ELIZABETH

I can’t believe that I’m here with him and get to see him sitting behind the steering wheel with that mischievous look on his face.

Don’t get me wrong, I like flying charter planes and riding fancy limousines, but nothing compares with having him here with me.

I slide into my seat and lean over to wind my arms around his neck. He smells like mint, sweet tobacco, and smothering spices.

He drapes an arm around my waist and moves his hand up my back until his fingers splay over my neck and thread into my hair.

Goosebumps rise beneath his touch.

His eyes burn like flickering stars.

“Hi,” he says, a sultry grin on his lips, his eyes dipping to my mouth.

“Hi…” I softly murmur, my eyes going to his lips again.

We’re both dressed up.

He told me about this special party, and I followed his suggestions. Sexy, classy dress. All lace. No bra. Tiny panties underneath.

I also wear a short red coat, and my hair is crimson and wavy. Extra time has gone into putting on my makeup, and the way he drinks me in tells me I have passed the test.

He wanted to get drunk on my looks, and I delivered.

Our lips connect, and his hand moves around my waist before sliding down directly to my hemline.

He slides his touch up between my thighs and presses his thumb into my slit while moving his tongue inside my mouth.

This happens faster than I expected.

I had sex on my mind all the way here. It couldn’t not be that way. Sex has been our most sincere form of communication.

We had to connect quickly, but this…

Judging by how fast I get turned on––and how quickly the tension builds, and my sex pulses with pleasure––this might be the main dish tonight.

I shift and prop my shoulder into the back of my seat, my legs slightly parted, pinned toward him.

My hands are on his neck, my lips locked on his, our breaths intertwined.

He runs his finger inside my underwear, stroking my flesh with maximum precision.

“You know we’re late,” he says against my lips, running his finger up, teasing my clit.

“Yes. I do. Should we just skip the party?”

He tilts his head back a little and looks down his nose at me.

“We could do that, but I think you’re gonna like it. Besides, it would be such a shame if all the effort you had put into getting ready for it was for nothing.

“It wasn’t for nothing,” I say, bringing my hand to his face and fanning my fingers over his cheek.

Our eyes connect in a frenzy of anticipation while his hand stalls.

“I missed you like crazy,” I say, and a fire blooms in his eyes.

Gently, he nods, his eyes speaking before his lips do.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Elizabeth…” he says in that sexy voice of his.

My name on his lips is always a gift.

I run my other hand down, tracing his crisp dress shirt and the lapels of his jacket. My touch moves past his belt and rests on his bulge.

He is hard––so hard that I’m surprised I’m not already straddling him and ruining my makeup and my hair with a bucket of sweat from exertion.

“It was only because of sex?” I ask, stroking him through his pants.

He winces and smiles, visibly uncomfortable as the tension becomes too much.

Shifting slightly, he runs his zipper down and pulls out his erection.

“It wasn’t only because of sex,” he says, his very gesture at odds with his words.

Luckily, we’re parked away from people and traffic, a pitch black night surrounding us.

He also adjusts his seat and slides back a little, making room for his legs. Finally, he looks at me and wraps his hand around my neck before bringing me to him with fervor and impatience.

Our kiss is steamy and deep, dripping with passion.

My hand is on his hard length as he lifts up my dress. I’ll be… damned.

He runs his hand inside my panties and strokes me like he’s spent the entire day thinking about this moment.

Wet arousal coats his fingers when he slides two in.

“David…” I quietly protest, not actually protesting.

“Come for me now.”

I was about to come about five times since we started doing this.

It’s just that I’m hot, and my dress feels like a meshwork of plastic against my skin.

“I’m sweating,” I say, and he runs his thumb over my upper lip to remove some of that sweat.

I want him so badly.

“Take it off.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. Take your coat and dress off,” he says, removing his jacket and dropping it on the back seat.

I shed my coat and pull my dress over my shoulders.

He yanks my clothes away and tosses them in the back before running a hungry gaze over my body.

I went all the way with my sexy outfit and pulled all the stops, replacing the nylons with thigh high stockings.

He grabs the bare part of my inner thigh and slides his fingers into me again, his mouth on mine, his hard-on standing at attention, meeting my hand.

I run my fist down and then up and rub the tip of his erection with my thumb.

He surely knows how to work my sensitive spot inside, and my blood runs wildly.

I lean into his touch while pressing my chest against his torso.

He removes his hand between my legs so I can prop myself against him and runs his fingers down my back instead.

Around my butt and into my opening.

He slowly moves them into a puddle of warm wetness.

We kiss slowly, too, to prolong this moment before getting hammered by amazing sensations.

“I missed this…” I say quietly between kisses that become more and more tender but still hot and lustful.

The tip of his hardness is now wet, so I lower myself to suck on it and swallow all that moisture.

He grunts with delight while I bob my head, taking as much as I can of him into my mouth.

Fire flows through his flesh.

He cups the back of my head, but my hair keeps falling over my face, obscuring his view, so he gathers it all in one hand and lifts it up to see my mouth, my lips, and my hollow cheeks.

“You come first…” he says, pacing his strokes, his fingers sliding into me with ease.

My mouth waters as my brain plays his words.

Relaxing, he parts his thighs even more, and I lick his shaft from the root to the tip before pulling him into my mouth again.

I wrap his hardness in my heat and moisture while my tongue swirls around his silky skin.

His breaths are warm and come in quiet bursts, the moving of his chest fueling my dedication.

He thrusts his fingers deeper, the tension building, unbearable, my center throbbing.

“I want you inside me…” I say in a stream of consciousness before wrapping my mouth around him again.

He enjoys my touch, thrusting his hips slightly before removing his fingers from between my legs.

“Come,” he says, and I swiftly straddle him while he grabs his hard length and points it to my opening.

I get filled up when an earthquake of pulsations storms through me.

He only thrusts into me a few more times, and my hands morph into iron clutches gripping the headrest and his shoulders.

Moaning and heaving, I move rapidly, indulging in that fine moment while a puddle of release forms between my legs.