Page 29 of Midnight Masquerade
"Say it." I don't ask. I fucking plead. "Say it, unicorn."
"I love you." A hint of vulnerability shines in the depths of her eyes. Her voice shakes.
She loves me. Fucking hell.My little unicorn is actually trusting me with her heart. And I know that shit isn't easy for her. I see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and feel it in the way she clings to me. She's afraid, but she's still so goddamn brave—for me. With me. If she's my peace, I'm her security. She needs me just as much as I need her.
I haul her up against my chest, my lips coming down on hers in a hard kiss. I don't care who sees. I don't care what they say. They don't matter. They never fucking did.
The concept of work as necessary is a bullshit human construct, I decide as I pace the living room, slowly losing my mind. It's been eleven thousand hours since I left Madeline's office this morning.
I haven't gotten a fucking thing done. Not one. All I've done all goddamn day is text her, stare at the clock, and pace. My home no longer feels peaceful. It feels like a prison keeping me from her.
This is a problem.
Actually, the fact that she's at work is the problem. She's supposed to be in my bed with my tongue between her legs, licking her perfect little cunt while she whines my name.
A soft knock on the door sends me racing across the living room. I don't even fucking pretend to be cool about it. I'm not cool about it. I'm a goddamn man on the edge.
I wrench the door open, breathing like a madman.
"Miss me, Whitlock?" Madeline grins, leaning against the door frame, looking like a goddess in her pencil skirt and pale pink blouse.
"Fuck," I growl, dragging her into my arms. My lips come down on hers in a hard kiss, my heart pounding like a fucking drum.
"I'll take that as a yes," she breathes, wrapping herself around me like she can't get close enough.
"I missed the fuck out of you, unicorn." I kick the door closed, carrying her inside. "You're never allowed to go to work again. Tell Tyler you work from home now."
"Home, huh?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "I already told you that you can't tie me up in your basement, Drake."
"Fuck the basement." I press her up against the door, raking her skirt up her thighs. "I'll tie you to the goddamn bed, baby. That is where you told him you were on Halloween."
"Are you trying to get me naked?"
"Noticed that, huh?"
"I did." She nips my earlobe. "You should really work faster, Drake. Otherwise, I may have to take care of myself again."
My gaze flies to hers. "Again? What do you mean again?"
"You were the one sending me dirty texts all day." She shrugs. "I did what needed to be done."
Oh, hell no. My unicorn did not get herself off without me.
"Show me," I growl, grabbing her hand and sliding it down her body. "Right now, unicorn. Show me what you did to this perfect little pussy."
Her eyes darken as she slowly trails her hand down her body. Biting her lip, she pushes her panties aside and dips her fingers into her slick folds.
"I touched myself like this, Drake," she whispers, arching into her own touch. "I rubbed my clit, thinking about your hands all over me."
I groan, my cock jerking in my pants as I watch her tease herself. Goddamn. This is the dream. "That's it, baby. Show me how you made yourself come."
She slides one finger deep inside, a breathy moan escaping her lips. Her hips rock, finding a steady rhythm as she fingers her tight little pussy. I grip her thighs, spreading her wider around my hips, entranced by the sight of her getting herself off.
"Another finger," I command. "Get this sweet cunt ready for my cock."
She obeys without a word, slipping a second finger inside alongside the first. She's so fucking beautiful like this—cheeks flushed, lips parted, completely lost to the pleasure.
"I imagined it was you," she pants, speeding up her thrusts. "Touching me, filling me, making me yours again."