Masquerade

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know who would haul yourself onto my kitchen counter as if you were a construction worker. Any other woman would have given it a bit more sex appeal.’
    I give my chest a little shimmy and watch his eyes change.
    ‘You’re going to end up on the end of my cock if you carry on with that much longer.’ His gaze blazes with lust and my pulse starts up.
    I feign panic. ‘I’ll have to scream rape.’
    ‘Go ahead and scream,’ he advises calmly, taking a step toward me.
    I feel his big, hot hands grab my breasts and squeeze them. My nipples harden on his palms. Very deliberately he pinches them. A shuddering gasp escapes me. His eyes sparkle as his mouth comes down on my parted lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that makes me groan. His lips are demanding and possessive. I am reminded of the way the dog holds his bitch down in a submissive pose before he mounts her.
    He increases the pressure on my nipples. I moan and wriggle my hips restlessly. He breaks the kiss and using his teeth, yes, his teeth, cuts my damp knickers clean off at one side. He pulls them off, chucks them behind him and runs his fingers along the slit full of slick, hot moisture. His fingers stop just before they reach the swollen bud and his eyes travel upward and meet mine.
    A slow smile touches his lips.
    He circles the bud and I throw my head back so far I am looking at the ceiling. The ceiling is sky blue. I close my eyes with arms and legs splayed open, my hips grinding and rocking against his hand. The pleasure builds. And builds. I suck in my breath and then he stops. Just simply stops what he is doing.
    I open my eyes and look at him half irritated, half in disbelief.
    He has taken a step back and is watching me.
    ‘Why did you stop?’
    ‘I thought you wanted lunch.’
    ‘Oh come on. I can’t eat like this.’
    ‘Anticipation, Billie. Anticipation.’
    ‘If you don’t, I’ll sort myself out,’ I threaten and put my hand between my legs.
    ‘Don’t.’ He knocks my hand away. ‘It won’t hurt you to wait.’
    ‘Why should I?’
    ‘Because it will be even better later.’
    I take my hand away.
    ‘Now come and eat.’
    ‘Come here,’ I say.
    He comes closer. I reach out my leg and put my bare foot between his legs. He is as hard as a stone.
    ‘See. This is harder for me than it is for you,’ he says.
    ‘You’re driving me crazy.’
    ‘I want to have lunch with you while you are naked.’
    He puts his hands around my waist, lifts me off the counter, and puts me on the ground.
    ‘Go on outside and I’ll bring the food,’ he says and slaps my plump rump playfully.
    My legs feel a bit wobbly, but they still work and with a sultry upward glance at him, I turn away and head toward the door that leads to the garden, purposely and exaggeratedly swaying my hips. He grabs my hand and pulls me back toward him. I crash into him, my breasts squashing on his hard muscles.
    ‘Anticipation, anticipation,’ I say innocently.
    A slow smile spreads across his lips. ‘You’re on.’
    I’ve never been naked outdoors before and it is both liberating and odd.
    We sit on pretty wooden chairs that have been painted with orange flowers on a blue and green background. Someone has spread a tablecloth on the table and set it with colorful plates, utensils, blue glasses, a pitcher of iced water, and a vase of drooping flowers. He holds out the plate of chicken. I spear a thigh and put it on my plate and help myself to the mango salad as he heaps his plate with chicken.
    Jaron winks at me and picking up a chicken leg eats it with relish.
    I cut a small piece of chicken. It has been smothered in some kind of blackish-brown seasoning, and I feel pretty sure I will hate it. Jaron chews lustily. I bring the morsel to my mouth and pass it between my lips. To my great surprise it is delicious. I must have been hungrier than I thought. I glance at Jaron and catch him looking at my breasts. When he notices that I am watching him watching me he reaches out a

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