Free Unmasked: Volume One by Cassia Leo

a distance. I couldn’t see much, especially when he was scuffling in the parking lot, but it’s obvious he’s handsome. He carries himself with immense poise and an air of mystery. A bit of a loner.
    Even after discovering these new details about him, I still don’t feel like I know the real Daimon. But I do know he’s coming to see me tonight. I watched him walk into a flower shop earlier today. Then he drove to his swanky apartment complex in Venice Beach.
    I’m ready for you, Daimon.
    I’ve resisted touching myself for eight days while waiting for him to knock on my door. My body and mind are primed for a perfectly sinful reunion. Tonight will be … explosive.
    I spritz the air with a heady perfume, which I’ve mixed with a vial of pheromone oil I picked up at a local lingerie shop. Then I dab a few drops on my décolletage , smiling as I say the French word aloud a few times. It rolls off my tongue naturally. I think Daimon would be impressed.
    As expected, at 11:23 p.m. on my night off, I get a knock on my door. I peek through the peephole and smile. He’s wearing the usual dark hood and he’s facing away from the door. I unlock the deadbolt and walk straight toward the bedroom.
    “Alex?” he calls softly when I’ve reached the corridor.
    I continue into the bedroom, calling over my shoulder. “Come in, Daimon.”
    I press my back up against the wall. It’s cool against my skin as I wait for him. He enters cautiously and I can’t help myself.
    “Boo.”
    He snaps his head toward me and I’m actually quite turned on by that black, circular shadow under his hood. The small hints of light on the top of his lips and nose are enough.
    “I apologize for my absence,” he begins and I quickly reach up and press my finger to his lips.
    “Shh. You don’t owe me any apologies. I’m a woman now, remember? I understand how it is. Things get busy. You get swamped at work. Blah, blah…. Explanations are for saps.”
    He reaches up and grabs my wrist to pull my finger away from his mouth, then he’s silent for a moment. “If you don’t want an apology for your own peace of mind, that’s fine. But I’m offering my apology because I believe you deserve better.”
    “Better than what?”
    He lets go of my wrist and my hand drops to my side. Stepping forward, his hand lands on my bare waist. “Why are you nude?”
    I smile and lay my hand over his so I can slide it back onto my ass. “I was waiting for you.”
    “How did you know I was coming tonight?”
    “Woman’s intuition.”
    “I brought you something.”
    He pulls his left hand out from behind his back and brings a sprig of flowers to my nose. It smells like raspberry and honeysuckle.
    “What is it?”
    “It’s freesia. It reminds me of my days as a young boy in France. I want to take you there someday.”
    I take the flower from his hand and carefully tuck it behind my ear. “Perfect.”
    He brings his hands up to cup my face. “I’ve missed you.” His hand trails down to my neck and he leans in until his lips are hovering over mine. “I was thinking about you every day.”
    “I was thinking about you, too,” I breathe.
    He runs his tongue over my top lip as his hand slides between my legs. “What were you thinking about, ma chérie ?”
    I draw in a sharp breath as his finger finds my clit. “I thought of you and me … fucking.”
    He strokes me softly. “Did you touch yourself?”
    “No. I wanted to wait for you.”
    I whimper when he shoves two fingers inside me. He drives his fingers back and forth as I whine with pleasure.
    “Oh, please.”
    “Please, what? What do you want me to do?” He slides his fingers out and begins caressing my clit again.
    “Please, fuck me.”
    “Turn around.”
    “No.”
    He tilts his head back. “No?”
    “I don’t want to do it like that.”
    “You mean, you don’t want me to fuck you from behind?”
    “Yes, I do. But … I was thinking ….” This is it. I have to just blurt it out or