by Rene Folsom
“Ahh!” I exclaimed as I felt the head of his dick hit just the right spot. Being on top certainly had its perks, and controlling the position was definitely one of them.
Before I knew what was happening, he flipped us over so he was on top without ever pulling from my body.
Grabbing onto his biceps and sinking my nails into his flesh, I watched as his muscles tensed and flexed. Sitting up on his knees, he grabbed both my wrists and restrained my hands above my head, my hair tickling my arms. Still pinning me down, he dipped his head and sunk his teeth into my jaw, lightly nibbling at my overly sensitive skin.
The sensation of his teeth and his dominance had me moaning louder than usual. I was internally hoping he didn’t have any downstairs neighbors, because they’d surely start complaining of the obviously sexual sounds escaping the confines of his room.
Letting go of my arms, he coaxed my legs up above his shoulders and grabbed my hips, forcefully thrusting into me. From this angle, he hit my g-spot—that delicious spot that made me scream and writhe with desire. I kept my hands above my head and grabbed hold of the sheets, allowing him to slam into me, which caused my breasts to bounce and wiggle with each thrust.
Just as my insides began to quicken and I thought another orgasm would be possible for me, Phantom began to tremble, his thrusts becoming more harsh and erratic. The sound and feel of him so close sent all new thrills through me with each pump of his hips.
Before I could free my mind and allow my body to catch up, he grunted, stilling inside me as he closed his eyes tight. Several huffs left his lips and his face turned red with the last of his release.
With his body collapsing on top of mine, I struggled to catch my breath, yet wouldn’t want it any other way. His weight made me feel oddly safe and adored. The tickle of his breath against my chest, his lungs expanding and contracting with each bellowing huff, was comforting. I felt so sated, so free.
The side of his face that wasn’t pressed against my slick skin still had a mask—hiding him from me completely as I attempted to look at him. All I could see were his lips, slightly parted and gasping for air. I wanted to gauge his reaction, see if it gave me some sort of idea of what to do next.
Would he still want to know me? Or was this little tryst all he cared to know about me?
I winced as he pulled out, but I quickly recovered when I saw the satisfied smile on his partially hidden face. Offering me his hand, he led me to the bathroom, showing me where the towels were.
There we stood, surrounded by marble and tile, an awkward feeling enveloping us. I knew he could feel it too, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for me, pulling me to his body for another passionate kiss.
He held me there for what seemed like ages. I felt warm, content—free to just stand there with him. Regardless of the fact I didn’t know his name, I felt like I knew him, the intimate feelings between us stronger than I’d ever anticipated.
With my back to the mirror, Phantom placed his hands on the top of my ass and said, “I simply adore that Batman tattoo you have there. So sexy.”
Turning only my head, I looked at our reflection in the mirror, his hands surrounding the Batman emblem I had adorning the small of my back. It was the only ink I had, and I loved it.
“Thanks. Got it as a birthday present for myself a few years back,” I explained, my face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he held me.
“Guess I’m gonna have to fuck you from behind next time just so I can enjoy it,” he whispered, his words coming out like a promise, causing hope to swell inside me with the fact there might be a next time. Pulling away, he added, “Go ahead and take your time, use the shower if you’d like.” A kiss to the top of my head had me reeling with a new sensation I couldn’t quite describe. It was like adoration, adrenaline, and anxiousness all wrapped into one claustrophobic little package.
I waited, suddenly feeling nervous, as he quickly cleaned himself up with a washcloth and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek before leaving me alone in the rather large bathroom. Looking around, I wasn’t sure what to do.
Was I going to stay the night? Should I shower so I wasn’t a sweaty mess in his sheets?
The lack of communication and knowledge of each other was suddenly getting to me, an anxious feeling enveloping my insides.
Deciding I needed to get the slick sheen of sweat off my body, I went ahead and removed my mask to take a shower. Examining myself in the mirror, I noticed the red indentations around my eyes from the leather pressing into my skin, and was thankful I decided not to remove it during sex. I would’ve looked like a deranged raccoon.
Showering made me feel much better. Foregoing the need to wash my hair, I just rinsed my body instead. The red marks on my face were nearly gone—thank cripes. So, I wrapped the towel around me, carried the mask by its elastic, and made my way out into his bedroom.
The Phantom, still masked, was lying on his bed, his face pushed into the pillow at an almost comically awkward position. A Tetris lamp above his bed was the only light in the room, casting a muted glow across his naked body.
I tiptoed across the room to the other side of the bed, intent on just sliding in and staying the night. New Years meant new resolutions—and I was resolute on getting to know the man behind the mask.
Just before I dropped the towel, something on his nightstand caught my eye. There, next to his Lament Configuration from Hellraiser, was the latest book from M.L. Thomas—my book—a two of hearts acting as a makeshift bookmark sticking out of the top.
Panic consumed me. Only a select few knew who I was, knew I was a well-known Sci-Fi author. If he were a fan, keeping it from him would deem impossible if we ever became an item.
It may have been a silly move, but I knew I had to get out. There was no way I could risk years of anonymity. M.L. Thomas was not Maci Layne, and those who knew otherwise could be counted on one hand.
With swift, quiet movements, I gathered my things, getting dressed as quickly as possible, and tiptoed my way out of the door, boots in hand so they wouldn’t make any sound. It wasn’t hard to sneak past Phantom’s friend, who was still facedown on the couch.
As the elevator doors closed, revealing my sulking reflection, my heart cracked a little at the fact I would never know the amazing identity of the Phantom of the Opera.
The End of The Wager,
a Prequel to
Game Changer.
Continue with Liam and Maci’s story in Game Changer, book one in the Playing Games series. Information can be found on Rene’s website at www.renefolsom/playing-games or on Amazon.
In the meantime, here’s a sneak peek of what’s to come next:
Game Changer
Maci strives for one thing in life—anonymity. With her writing career in full bloom, all she wants is to work in peace while concealing her true identity from the public. Though readers love the science fiction worlds she creates, Maci knows that gender stereotypes could damage her career if she is exposed as a woman.
Liam is the envy of all gamers as the lead developer for nZone Studios. Over time, he builds walls around himself, keeping people at arm’s length who only gravitate to him for his material possessions rather than who he is as a person.
With thick barriers around their hearts and their past looming in the shadows, Liam and Maci challenge each other by slowly peeling away their protective layers and seeing each other for who they really are. It doesn’t take long after their chance meeting at a coffee shop for them to become one another’s game changer.
Note: This contemporary romance novel is the first book in the Playing Games series and contains adult situations meant for ages 18+. The prequel to this novel, The Wager, is an optional novella available at all major retailers and only meant to give a little extra back-story about the characters.
Find out more on Rene’s website at http://renefolsom.com/gamechanger or on Amazon
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Cornerstone Series
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About Rene
Rene Folsom, author of paranormal romance and erotica, lives in Florida with her husband and three kids. She has officially diagnosed herself with creative ADD and often has a million and one writing projects going at once. In addition to writing, she is also a graphic artist who enjoys creating custom book covers for indie authors. She is definitely an artist at heart and would love nothing more than to be elbow deep in clay during her waking hours.
Rene believes that all fiction is based on some form of reality—otherwise we would never have the inspiration or knowledge to dream up the realistic situations we portray with our words. She is proud to say that her personal experiences have been inspirational, though perhaps not always identical to that of her fictional characters. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain her little secret…
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