Chapter 39
Ariel
Settling onto the chair tucked under the dining table with the events of last night flashing into my mind caused my lips to stretch into a wide grin. I didn't care if anyone was looking.
To be honest, I yearned for another session of jerking into orgasm this morning. He had gotten me addicted to it.
My train of thought was interrupted by the footsteps that steered toward the dining table, and then the squeaking of chairs. In curiosity, I whipped my gaze toward the noise and found an unmasked Dmitri, plopping down on a chair adjacent to me.
Immediately, my jaw dropped and my eyes bulged at him in befuddlement. "Your mask, you don't have it on?" I reminded him; my voice shrill with surprise.
It was funny how I used to resent him for hiding his face, but after he sha
