yeah,” he groaned, tangling both hands in her hair.
She ignored him, making oral love to him, taking him deep, then pulling away, tormenting him with every stroke. Chaz groaned mindlessly, and his hand tightened in her hair, coming close to the elastic that looped her mask over her ear.
Lulu instantly pulled away, missing the taste of him the moment that powerful shaft left her tongue.
“Huh-uh. You might be willing to risk showing your face, but I’m not,” she said, hoping she sounded sexy and mysterious and not slightly desperate. Because, heaven help her, if he insisted that she take off the mask and reveal her true self to him, she wasn’t sure she would be able to say no.
Maybe he wouldn’t recognize you. Lust has clouded his brain; he might not have any idea who you are.
But she knew better than to think that might really happen. It might take a few seconds, and he wouldn’t believe his eyes at first, but he would recognize her.
Besides, in the nearly impossible chance that he didn’t, there was no way she could avoid seeing Chaz for the rest of her life, especially since she lived right down the street. He’d eventually find out who his mysterious witch had been.
“Sorry. I got carried away. I wouldn’t expose you here.”
Here. Right. But later? All bets would be off. It was madness to think that he wouldn’t demand she take off the mask at his house. She had no idea why she’d believed she could get him to agree to anonymous, faceless sex. Which meant she might not be able to go through with her reckless plan to go home with the man and take whatever hot eroticisms he would be willing to offer a mysterious, unidentified woman.
Maybe he won’t be that curious.
Yeah, and maybe a cop would pull up outside, smile, and tell them to carry on with what they were doing. Hell, the guy was a reporter. Chaz lived to solve riddles and get to the bottom of stories. He might let her blow him with a mask on her face for her own protection against the camera—typical, protective Chaz—but there was no way he’d let the mask stay there once they were assured of privacy.
Now might be all she had, unless she could figure out how to later reveal every bit of herself except her face.
“Am I forgiven?”
“Yes. But no unmasking, okay?”
“Cross my heart,” he said, staring down at her, his hands braced on each side of the machine.
Sure of retaining her anonymity for a while longer, knowing she would probably never have another chance, Lulu concentrated on grabbing whatever illicit pleasure she could. She moved back to him, licking the shaft from base to tip.
“You taste so good, Chaz,” she murmured as she shook off any unpleasant thoughts and focused only on the very pleasant task before her.
She reached down and cupped his tight balls, gently toying with them as she devoured his cock, concentrating as much on her own pleasure as on his. She loved how he tasted, loved all that heat and power in her mouth, loved knowing she was bringing him figuratively, if not literally, to his knees.
It didn’t take long for him to reach that same state of mindlessness, and his groans signaled his impending release. Ever the gentleman, he cupped a hand around her cheek, trying to stop her. “Wait. No more.”
She didn’t let him push her away, determined to take him all the way. Gripping his hip, she kept sucking, and with just a few more pulls of her mouth, she got her reward. Shuddering, he came hard, his essence spurting against her tongue. She swallowed every warm, salty drop and licked her lips before releasing him and sagging back against the wall.
They both gasped for a while, and she watched him try to regain his composure. He’d been bracing himself against the machine, his eyes closed, so visibly delighted there could be no doubt something serious was happening out of view of the camera.
She wondered if anybody ever watched the security tapes without there being some kind of crime to investigate. Hopefully not. If they did, Chaz might have to find a new bank.
But right now, she suspected he wouldn’t give a damn.
ALTHOUGH HE’D CLIMAXED so powerfully he’d thought the top of his head might blow off, Chaz was now even more desperate to get his mystery lover home. He quickly shoved himself back into his clothes, wondering how someone he’d just met could already be the most sexually addictive woman of his life.
She amazed him, thrilled him. Moments ago, she’d taken him to the ultimate heights, but just looking down at her, seeing the heave of her bare breasts as she tried to steady her breathing, he was already hard for her again.
She was stunning. Intriguing. So sexy. He’d never, in his entire life, been as driven by primal lust as he was tonight.
“Let’s get out of here.”
She busied herself fixing her bustier, not meeting his eye. “Maybe we could just stay here and...”
“Forget it,” he bit out. “I want you totally naked and I don’t want any interruptions or worries about privacy.”
She hesitated, but he wasn’t about to give her any time for doubts or regrets. All he could think about was tearing his pants open again, yanking those tights back down, and plunging balls deep into her tight pussy.
Bending down, he hauled her up, shifting them so his back was to the camera, blocking any view of her. “I have to get you home. Now.”
“Chaz, I...”
“I doubt we’ll even make it past the foyer of my house,” he told her. “There’s a condom in my pocket and I’m tempted to put it on while we walk so I can fuck you the very second we close the front door.”
She gazed at him, the mask still disguising far too much of her face. But the excitement in those eyes was unforgettable. “I like that idea.”
Helping her up, he tightened the laces on her top and helped her refasten her black leather jacket. He could feel the thud of her heart as his knuckles brushed her chest. The woman was every bit as aroused as he was.
Leading her outside, he made good on his promise and picked her up, prepared to run home with her now that he knew she was in no way ready to call it a night.
She tried to protest. “This is silly, I can walk.”
“Shut up. A deal’s a deal.”
“Are you always so stubborn?”
“I’m not at all stubborn. I’m the most easygoing guy around. Ask anybody.”
“Then why don’t you just agree to put me down before you break your back?”
“You’re not exactly a wide load.”
“I’m not exactly a featherweight, either.”
He feigned insult. “You’re offending my manliness.”
