Don't Get Caught: A Masked Men Novella (Masked Men series)

by Jaye Pratt

There is absolutely nothing wrong with vanilla sex if it’s your preference; however, for me, it wasn’t enough. Chase me around the house, pull my hair, and give me something to get my blood pumping. This girl wants a damn orgasm that isn’t granted by her own hand.

Wetness pools between my legs. Maybe Charles was right, maybe I am sick. Who gets off on this shit? Me, apparently. For a brief second, I wonder what this man would do if I said he could fuck me if he could catch me. “Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this.” His voice is deep and husky. What I wouldn’t give for him to force me to my knees and tell me I’m a good girl. “Pretty girls have fantasies about this shit,” I mumble under my breath, and he lets my hair go. “Is that right? Well, I’ll give you a head start, and I suggest you don’t get caught. Because men like me will take what they want.” Turning back, I look at him over my shoulder. Could he be for real or is this all part of the act? “Three . . .” I don’t wait for him to count further—there is only one way to find out.

Fuck it. Harlen only said to make sure I know a girl’s name before I fuck them, not that they had to know mine.