Page 74 of Masked

She squeaked out a giggle and looked at the two men at her desk. Thankfully, they pretended not to hear.

“Come with me. They’re going to be awhile.”

She let him take her by the hand and lead her to the reception area where he told the receptionist he was taking her to lunch and they would be back in a couple of hours.

“Any important appointments today?”

She mentally went through her calendar since her phone was in her office still and shook her head. “Nothing until my class this evening.”

“Good.”

When she got in the car, he fisted a hand into her hair and leaned in for a harsh kiss. “What do you need, my little slut?”

She inhaled his scent before he lifted his head and ran her fingers through his hair. “I want something intense to make me forget everything for a little while.”

He trailed kisses from her jaw to her neck before he straightened and let go of her hair.

“I think we can manage that.”

He pulled out his phone as he slid into the driver’s seat and scrolled through his contacts.

“Carter, it’s Jasper. I’m wondering if that place near Dupont Circle is still empty.”

He paused to listen to Carter’s answer.

“Can I use it for a couple of hours?”

She frowned. What was he planning?

He looked at her with a wolfish grin and reached over to put his hand down the front of her dress.

“Thank you. Text me the code. We’re on our way.” He stuck the phone on the stand in his cup holder and went back to massaging her nipple inside her dress.

“Where are we going?” she asked as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her body.

“Samuel has a lot of property in the area and I just asked if I could borrow something close, so we don’t have to go all the way back to my place or the apartment.”

She blinked. “Does he care if we… do things there?”

He scratched at his chin and pulled his phone out again. “Good point. Maybe I should call him back and tell him I’ve got a little slut in my front seat with my cum on her tits. But she needed my cock again so desperately she can’t wait any longer.”

“Oh God. No. Don’t do that,” she cried.

He chuckled. “Samuel is a friend in the lifestyle sweet siren. You have nothing to worry about.”

She relaxed when he put the phone away and started the car.

“How would you have felt if I did make that call?” he asked as they drove.

“Embarrassed. But kind of turned on.”

He grinned. “Good girl.”

She shook her head. What the hell was wrong with her? Admitting that being talked about that way would turn her on felt so wrong.

“Don’t be ashamed of it, Reva. You’re not a slut. You’re my slut. There’s a difference.”

“How is that different?” she asked.

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