Page 81 of Masked

Noahstoodinthekitchen of the apartment and waited for Gage and Ripley to arrive with Reva. The day had been a strange one with a sex break in the middle.

Now he was going to take his girl to the club and they were going to enjoy a night of fun. He wasn’t sure exactly what they would do, but he was going to play it by ear.

Reva looked bewildered and exhausted when she stepped out of the elevator followed by Gage and Ripley.

“What happened?”

“I’ve just never been followed by reporters before. Why do they care, Noah?”

“You really should have fucking told her who your family is,” Ripley said.

Noah held up his hand to the men. “We’re going to take this to the bedroom for a few minutes. I’ll come back out and talk to you two in a minute.”

He reached for Reva and she came to him willingly.

In the bedroom, she went right for the bed and picked up the red leather skirt and black corset he’d laid out for her to wear.

“Wow. These are gorgeous. Definitely don’t remember having them in my wardrobe,” she teased.

“Do you want to talk about the clothes or ask your questions?”

She set the clothes down and perched on the corner of the bed. “Who is your family? Why are reporters following me because of you, and why have I never heard of your family before?”

“My grandmother was Sylvia Jasper-Cross. She hyphenated for her husband, but insisted on giving all of her children the Jasper name.”

“Damn. I should have put that together when you said she was the matriarch. That woman was impressive. And seriously loaded. She was on multiple Forbes lists every year.”

He laughed. “Yeah. She died before I met Melinda and the kids. Women started coming out of the woodwork when it got leaked that I was the sole heir of the Jasper family fortune. I dated a few, but for the most part they just annoyed me. Melinda seemed different. She was mature, already had a family, and even had some money of her own. So she was able to convince me that she wasn’t after my fortune.”

“It still doesn’t explain why this is newsworthy.”

“It’s not. But it’s a slow news cycle right now so they’re latching on to things that they wouldn’t normally latch onto.”

She laid back on the bed, and he sat next to her. “Do you want to just stay in tonight? We don’t have to go if you don’t want.”

She rolled onto her side and picked up the skirt. “And lose the excuse to wear this gorgeous thing?”

He laughed. At least he’d done a good job picking out an outfit for her.

“I thought I was supposed to be giving you the massage,” Reva said as Noah pointed to a massage table for her to lay on.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you one, too.”

She stripped out of the skirt and turned her back to him so he could help her with the laces.

Lacing her into it had been extremely erotic, but not nearly as fun as taking her out of it.

When she was naked, she laid on the table with her face in the headrest.

“We’re going to warm you up with a little impact play and then I’ll give you your massage.”

She tensed up when something tickled her back. “It’s a flogger. This one is heavy so you’ll get a nice thud.”

He flicked it onto her back, but not very hard. It wasn’t enough to hurt her. The next one landed a little firmer, and he was right. The impact was a nice thud and felt almost massage like. She could see how this would be very relaxing.

The flogger danced over her skin, and she closed her eyes, letting herself be lulled into a euphoric state.

At some point, the flogger stopped and his hands came to rest on her shoulders after drizzling some warm oil on her skin. It felt amazing, and wasn’t anything like the scene she’d expected to have with him here. He was usually so filthy and degrading. But tonight, he just gave her the most relaxing massage she’d ever had. And then he bent and kissed her shoulder and told her to get up.

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