Tommy had made OBE and needed a party to impress this Halloween. He was grateful when his wife had suggested a masked ball.
"Masquerade" she'd called it. He wasn't wild at the thought at first. He knew dangerous people would be there and masks would obscure enough of their faces to make it harder to recognize friend or foe.
She captured his attention when she suggested after the ball he could unmask her in the bedroom. He grinned wickedly at her suggestion and agreed under the pretense that people have to unmask halfway through the ball at dinner.
She knew how to sell him any idea, especially if it ended with the two of them in their bedroom alone.
She'd seen to all the decorating, catering, invitations and music. After all, He'd never heard of such a thing. He also trusted her judgment when it came to planning out a grand affair. She hadn't let him down yet.
He'd made sure to invite all his gypsy kin and doubled his security force. He knew they would be the most flamboyantly dressed.
He told Grace he'd wear a mask but he wasn't dressing up in a costume. Gratefully she'd worn a slinky silky dress for him to roam his hands all over tonight. He was ready for the masked ball the end before it had begun. He already felt hard and needed his wife. She locked the bathroom door so he was stuck until later. She'd planned that intentionally he knew.
He made sure everyone thanked his wife for the lovely idea and party. He was happy to have her by his side helping him grow his influence and wealth. She'd never realize what an asset she truly was to the Shelby company or the depth of his appreciation of her for it all.
He'd been grateful when the last guest left for the morning. He glanced but his beloved wife was gone, vanished most likely upstairs to their bedroom. He passed the clock as he ascended to their room. 1 a.m. He'd been grateful that Polly had taken Charlie for the weekend. He wasn't planning on him or Grace sleeping anytime soon.
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Tommy came around the corner quietly hoping to catch his wife in a state of undress. Unfortunately her dress was nowhere in sight, well, not unfortunately for him. She stood in a white lacy lingerie set he'd bought for her in New York on their honeymoon. Her long white tights held up a satin garter set. She looked like an angel, the soft glow of the modern light bulbs bathed her in a pale yellow glow highlighting her sweeter nature. She looked almost angelic.
"You must have been eager, Grace. You're already up here half dressed." He mussed huskily. She'd jumped a bit by her vanity when he'd spoken. It was quiet in the house. Finally he could hear himself think.
"Aren't I always when I can get you alone. A little overdressed aren't you?" She playfully bantered as she unclasped her earrings. He smiled and stripped off his shirt aware that she was watching him eagerly from her mirror.
She'd kept the mask on as he'd asked. God, she was perfect. Slender but with a smirk that could melt the devil himself.
" You are an angel, you tamed the devil lass, come er. Leave the mask on." He stood by the bed stark naked watching as she racked her gaze over his muscular form.
Grace walked to the bed, not to him, and sat down sweeping her legs to the side like a lady. He chuckled. She was definitely in a playful mood tonight.
"I don't want to be an angel tonight Mr. Shelby. I want you to love me like the devil." He groaned and stood in front of her his head down. She raked her nails gently up his side and his chest. She couldn't stand so he kneeled. She dipped her head to kiss him, hands coming to tangle into his hair and she gently threaded her long fingers through his tousled mane to hold him in place for her kisses.
"I did all the work tonight, it's your turn Tommy." She gasped into his mouth as his strong hands descended on her gently pushing her back.
"As my lady commands." He laid on her gently kissing her jaw, lip, neck and face. Anything where he could view her in her blissful state.
"You call me lady Sarah, and you're sleeping elsewhere tonight." She groaned out as he bent down, slipping off her lacy delicate undergarments. He laughed into her chest, kneading her breasts.
'No, I know better Lady Grace, Lady Grace of Arrow manor, eh?' He teased and slid down to her stomach leaving a trail of kisses pulling her garment off completely garter too but he left her thigh highs. She fought not to giggle sucking in her stomach.
"My favorite title." He chuckled wondering if she'd ever had a proper title. Probably had with how well mannered she was and well versed in etiquette.
"Tommy, I don't want foreplay tonight, I'm ready. Been waiting all night." She breathed out. He sighed and climbed on top. He was ready too. She surprised him by grabbing him and stroking him as he buried himself in her neck.
"Grace." She would have kept growing except he smacked at her hand. She patted his back in retaliation as they laughed.
She arched her legs opening for him and he wasted no time with her silent requests.
" Sit up." she ordered her breath coming in and out in pants. He obliged but gripped the mask. As she sat down on his length to gain control she'd tried to remove the delicate lace she'd worn across her stunning green eyes all night.
"No, you promised Grace, we won't last long like this anyway." He wasn't wrong. Her bouncing only lasted a few minutes even with her after shock. He held tightly to her back, his face buried in her collar bone as he thrusted up a few more times until relief flooded him.
"You're keeping that mask Grace." she giggled into his hair and kissed his face feeling herself coming down.
"Happy Halloween Tom."
"Happy Halloween Grace."
