Ah, missed deadlines! We all know how hard it can be to get things done on time, but better late than never!
Ana has been working on another episode with James and Eliza, so, without further adieu, here it is!
The hunk is courtesy of Suzy!
It had been two weeks; two long, long weeks since Eliza had last seen her
boss and lover, James. His business trip had taken him to New York, and
thanks to the argument they had the night before he left, she had
stayed behind. Now, she was at the annual office Halloween party. Alone.
She and James hadn't spoken during those two weeks, but he had sent her a
text that morning telling her he wanted to speak to her after the
party. She didn’t know what he had planned, she hardly ever did, but she was curious. She had gone all out with her costume because she wanted to feel sexy, at least one night. Her wig was chin-length and blonde compared to her long brown hair. The mini skirt and black corset felt like silk on her skin, and she kept her hands near her hips so she wouldn’t fuss with the black fishnet stockings or knee high leather boots.
But she didn’t feel as naked as some of the other women in the office with their or their--what was that? A genie, a belly dancer? She didn’t know the women of the office were that brave. But everyone had the extra courage to wear such costumes since they all wore masks to add a bit of mystery. Her own mask was black and had a cat-eyed look to it. She stayed away from the chatter of everyone else, noting that Melissa, the traitor, was flirting with a cowboy. She had promised to stay with Eliza until James arrived. That had lasted, oh, five minutes, total.
No sense complaining about it now, though. She drank some citrus punch and her eyes looked around but she found no sign of James. The party had been going on for almost an hour and she was wondering if he was even going to bother showing up.
“Enjoying the party?” A familiar and low voice whispered in her ear, causing her entire body shiver lightly.
She’d recognize that voice anywhere. She tilted her head up and was surprised at the sight. James was wearing a mask the color of his eyes but he was dressed in a black suit and a blood red tie. For some reason he reminded her of a dark prince or a vampire, some kind of creature that only came out at night. She realized he was waiting for an answer so she blushed. “Uh, yes. Yes, I am. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Mm and I have been looking for you. I have a surprise for you.”
“You do? Now?”
He smiled and shook his head. “After the party. Come on, let’s have a bit of fun.”
“James whatever you have planned, can we do it without the blindfold?”
He chuckled softly against the nape of her neck. “We can now.” He removed the blindfold along with her mask and smiled at her look of surprise.
“James…Is this your home?” she asked. She was standing in a spacious bedroom decorated in dark, but warm colors. He had never brought her to his home. They were always at the office or her apartment when she wanted him close by.
“Mm yes. I want to make love to you here, now.” He nipped her ear and started to undress her, impatient to have her.
He always did this to her: made her turn inside out, and even when he had stripped away all her clothes leaving her in just the blonde wig and mask, she didn’t feel embarrassed. She felt needy, wanton, and wet. She reached for him and didn’t say anything as she undressed him, leaving him in nothing but his mask. She didn’t understand why, but this night felt special, different. She wrapped her hands around his neck and gently kissed him. “Make love to me, James. Remind me how perfectly we fit with each other.”
He smiled and lifted her by the waist, laying her on his silk covered bed, placing kisses along her face, neck, and stomach. He spread her legs carefully and kissed her clit and the inside of her thighs. He didn’t tease her purposely, but she wanted more.
She grasped his hair and tugged his head back to her lower lips. “James please…”
“My sweet kitten is so impatient,” he teased and let his thick, long tongue run up her slick heat slowly, loving her soft moan. Grasping her inner thighs, he feasted on her sweet heat. He gently suckled her clit and even dipped his tongue in a little until she squirmed and whimpered.
“I want you James. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
Never again, he thought, as he reached up and kissed her. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he let her taste herself before he pulled away and licked her lower lip. Then he lifted her hips and smiled as he thrust in deeply, hearing her soft gasp.
“Oh James…” It always felt so good. He stretched her just right and she felt so full, so snug around his hard cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips against his, making him increase his tempo, loving that he went in just a little deeper with each hard thrust. She grabbed his neck and kissed him hard, passionately, loving the wildness that came out of him. She moaned against his lips as he changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting a sweet spot that made her whimper in sweet bliss.
How did this man make her feel such pleasure, so soon? How did he know exactly what she wanted? She never wanted this to end. She wanted to be with him always, but shy Eliza could never ask her boss that. She would never have the courage to ask him to be more than her lover. And that news hurt just a bit.
“Don’t Eliza" he murmured, as if reading her thoughts. "Don’t think about anything, except us, now, here.” Supporting his weight on one arm, he reached down with his free hand, his thumbnail flicking her clit hard.
She screamed out as her hips jerked up in surprise, her eyes widening as she came hard, her muscles milking his cock.
He groaned and thrust in one, two more times before he kissed her again, coming deep inside of her. They panted lightly and he licked up her neck before laying beside her, holding her chest to his, kissing her forehead.
“W-Wow,” she murmured, and he laughed softly.
“You make me laugh Eliza. I don’t do that with anyone else,” he confessed, then gently lifted her mask. “Let me see you, all of you,” he murmured, taking her wig off along with his mask. He smiled, running his fingers along her cheekbones and then kissed her nose. “You’re thinking of something, bella. Tell me what.”
She shook her head, biting her lower lip. “It’s nothing.”
“Alright.” He pulled away and sat up. She knew this was coming, the moment he would make up an excuse and leave her bedside cold. She closed her eyes to let the pain pass but then blinked as he placed something in her hand. She looked down at the small jewelry box then up at him. “James?”
He smirked and got down on one knee on the bed, opening the box. She gasped softly seeing the diamond and ruby ring inside the box. “Eliza, you mean the world to me and more. You’ve opened my eyes to something I want every day of my life. I want you with me, always. I love you. I want you to be my wife.”
“Oh James…” She wanted to say yes, but her logical mind fought her. “But what about work? What will--”
“Who cares what they think? You know we can work together and still make this work. We’ve been doing this all along. I want more. I want us to be together, always. Say yes, Eliza, say yes and make us both happy.”
Her eyes watered but then she nodded. “Yes.” She said hoarsely then laughed. “Yes!”
He grinned then got back into bed hugging her close after putting the ring on her finger. “Then let’s celebrate,” he murmured and loved her giggle as he rolled over her and made love to her again.
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