Page 17 of Two For One

“Are you him?” she asked, keeping her distance.

I cocked my head wondering who she was talking about.

“Did you follow me from the club?” she asked, walking around the island.

Does this happen often? I got angry. I was about to open my mouth to say something when she caught me off guard.

“Is there a reason you don’t speak? Fuck, can you even understand me?” she lowered the knife and looked around.

She picked up a pad from the island writing something, then chucking it towards me, landing nowhere near me. I contained my grin as she cursed looking between me and the notepad.

“I’m fucking stupid,” she muttered, walking towards me slowly, grabbing the pad and throwing it at me again, still throwing it too short.

I grinned under my mask, deciding to put her out of her misery, getting up to grab the pad.

Are you hard of hearing and are you the man from the club that paid 15k for me to dance horribly for you?

She thinks I’m Ezra. I can work with that.

I held my hand out for her, waiting for her to give me the pen, which she threw horribly, but I managed to catch it.

I can’t speak, but I can hear you. If I were that man, what would you do?

Clicking the pen shut, I walked to her to give her the pad. If her throwing was atrocious, I couldn’t imagine what her catching was like. She backed up quickly to the other side of the island like it was going to save her. I put the pad down, sliding it to her. She grabbed it as she watched me, backing up to the cabinets as she read it.

“Why can’t you speak?” she asked quickly.

I held my hand out for the pad. She took a deep breath as she slid it to me, and it actually landed in front of me.

“And was it you who broke into my house two days and a week ago?”

Fucking Ezra is getting sloppy.

My vocal cords are damaged and maybe.

I slid the notepad to her, and she grabbed it quickly, staying close.

“Why are you here?” she hesitantly asked, sliding the notepad back.

I want to suck your pussy. I scribbled quickly. I’ve been thinking about it since you danced for me.

“Fuck, you can’t just write shit like that. And…and—” her words cut off as I walked towards her.

She backed up against her fridge as I loomed over her.

“What…what are you doing?” she shuddered.

I shrugged, wishing I didn’t have to stay silent, but if this was going to work I needed to stay in character. She obviously felt ok with Ezra being here, so I wouldn’t fuck up my chance to taste her. Slowly sliding to my knees, I kept my eyes on her until I hit the ground. Doing my best to emulate Ezra, I looked up at her with my best submissive eyes, not that she could see me behind my Ghostface, but I was committed. I pulled on her robe, slowly asking for permission.

“Oh my god, this is insane,” she swallowed audibly. “I don’t even know your name.”

I shrugged again, hating that I couldn’t say anything while I undid her robe, exposing her lightly tanned skin. She was naked underneath this, my pulse skyrocketed seeing her gorgeous body on display for me. Her tits were full, her shapely figure mouth-watering as she looked down at me biting her lip, looking anything but innocent.

Her chest was rising quickly as I kissed her soft stomach, looking up at her wondering how the hell I was going to do this. There was no way in hell I was taking this mask off and I had to keep my hood low. I kissed her through the mask, deciding that nothing was going to keep me from tasting her.

I lifted her leg, throwing it over my shoulder, sliding my mask slightly up, giving me access to her pussy. Her hair was trimmed neatly as I inhaled her scent, kissing her softly, earning me a sharp intake of air from her. I looked up, watching her for a moment expecting her to stop me, but she stayed still, staring at me.

“Take it off,” she said huskily. “I want to see you.”