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She kisses me back like she’s been waiting for it for just as long as I have, like she’s desperate and can’t think without me touching her anymore.
She’s exactly what I’ve always wanted.
“Perfect girl,” I mutter into her mouth, chasing the fruity flavor of her lip gloss with my tongue. “I’ve watched you,wantedyou for so long. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
She laughs as I pull back, her hands still cupping my jaw.
“It’s only been a few weeks,” she teases. “Here I thoughtIwas being dramatic. Come on, show me. I’ll do anything.”
Only a few weeks? Well, I suppose she’s only known her masked mystery man since the gala, but I’ve been waiting for almost twoyears.
“We haven’t played before, Miss Morgan. Promising me anything is a dangerous game,” I warn her, stepping back and reaching for the cord that will raise the curtain outside and bare the two-way mirror to anyone who wants to watch. “But if you’d like to prove it, show me how far you’re willing to go. Are you going to let me show you off?”
She nods hesitantly, gulping as her eyes flit between my face and the cord in my hand.
“Yes,” she whispers, shifting nervously on the bed. “If I can see your face, I’m okay with it. And as long as no one else can come in.”
I smirk triumphantly, my cock twitching in my slacks as I take in the sight of her, still so put together, just waiting for me to tear her apart.
“The door’s locked,” I remind her. “No one’s coming in.”
She nods again, a little more certain this time, and I pull the cord, allowing the curtain on the other side to rise. I stalk back over to her, drinking in the nervous little glances she shoots to the mirror behind me.
“Anyone out there can see you,” I tell her. “Could be no one, could be the entire club. Let’s put on a show, sweetheart.”
I stop just a step away from her, reaching up and tugging at the ties of my mask. I keep it in place with my free hand, meeting her eyes as my heart begins to pound in excitement. This is it. The pieces are all going to fall into place right here, right now.
Riley Morgan is about to be mine.
“Are you ready, Miss Morgan?”
She nods, wetting her lips and looking up at me, still so innocent and sweet. I can’t wait to take all of that innocence for myself.
“I’m ready,” she murmurs. “Please.”
I wait for another long second, my smile widening on my lips as I pull my hand away, letting my mask slide down my nose.
She has no idea what’s coming for her, but as her mouth drops open in surprise, I can’t help but relish the idea of how good that pretty little mouth of hers is going to look wrapped around my cock.
CHAPTER 14
RILEY
My mouth drops open in shock as the mask slips away from his face, revealing features I’m all too familiar with.
Defined brows rest over intense, steel-grey eyes. His aquiline nose drags my eyes down to the pleased curl of his lips. The stubble dusting his jawline is just a shade darker than it was this morning, when I sat across from him and went over reports for our first Friday recap.
Mr. D’Amico.
My mystery man.
One and the same.
I’m either going to pass out or throw up.
The arousal that had been building in my gut takes a hard left turn into confusion and anxiety, reality slamming into me in an entirely unpleasant fashion. My eyes dart around the room, hoping for something to be off, to tell me that I’m dreaming, but the deepest part of my mind is rioting in celebration.
This is what I wanted, what I fantasized about. It’s so much more terrifying seeing it actuallyhappen.
