The Masq

Chapter 1

"Can you feel me?" He thrusted deeper in case she didn't and it spurred on her moans. But it wasn't enough, he needed to hear her.

"Scream for me, baby." Pinching her nipples, she arched her back and groaned so loud it sounded like a growl

"God! You feel so good. I need it deeper." She felt like jello and unconsciously, her upper body fell down on the silk sheets, leaving her ass high up for him to devour.

He grasped her hips and started pushing and pulling harder, her cheeks slapped against his pelvis with a clapping sound because of the sweat. "Yes, just like that. How are you so tight?" At that, she clamped her heat harder on -

DRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGG!

I dropped the book I was reading and it smacked me right on the face.

One day, this phone alarm will be the death of me. I turned that wretched sound off and put my phone back on the desk. I picked up my crocheted bookmark to insert it on the page I stopped on. Reading erotica may not be ideal for some but with no social life, or sex life for that matter, I don't want to be the one that has no experience and no knowledge about the way mating works.

"Ms. Chambers?" Elise knocked on my office door before opening it. I quickly placed the book on my lap to hide it and pulled myself toward my desk so my lower body was hidden. No one knows my habitual reading during breaks except my best friend.

Elise came into the room with a stack of paper on one hand and her phone stuck to her ear. A loud voice could be heard on the other line and Elise just rolled her hazel eyes, "I will personally make sure it does not come to that, Mr. Willis."

Snapping her phone shut, she sat down on the recamier sofa placed at the seating area to the left of my desk. It was only Tuesday and she looked exhausted already. I wonder if her first event is too much for her.

"Is Mr. Willis being Mr. Willis again?" I scoffed and shook my head. Mr. Willis was a Class A perfectionist and has employed the help of our company for six masquerading events now and he knows we do a perfect job of coordinating his company's charity events. Elise has worked as my assistant since she graduated high school and this is the first time I appointed her as head director of an event. Working with me for six years has turned her into a mini-me and I believe in her abilities and plus, Mr. Willis is a loyal client, he knows we give our hundred percent at what we do.

"He's worried the venue design won't be finished before the guests arrive."

"That's absurd. His guests always arrive an hour later than the call time. But make sure everything is spotless by 4 p.m. Has your team been briefed already? Outfits distributed?" I reminded her and she nodded her head before pulling papers from the stack she brought in with her.

"These are proposals from new clients who want us to organize their events. Word of mouth really is the best marketing tool." I took them from her and skimmed through them, noticing that most of them were all vanity parties with no real purpose and only one of them was a charity event for kids with cancer that is supposed to take place a few weeks from now.

"I'll study these more tomorrow. But you," I stood from my desk and smoothly slid my book from my lap to the chair, "Need to leave now and check up on the baby chicks at the venue and see if everything is as planned." I urged her out my office door and let her grab her bag and jacket.

"What time are you coming tonight?" She asked me just before she entered the elevator.

"That's a surprise. I'm sure you won't be able to pick me out from the crowd. I'll be watching you tonight. You'll do great." I sincerely smiled to let her know I was proud she was able to plan this with very little guidance from me.