Masquerade (DevAkshi SS) Part 4 Page 12 (July 26th) - Page 3

We found a cab and took it to my place. Feeling a little frisky on the ride itself, we sat as close to each other as possible. If the mix of alcohol and want hadn't influenced me, the driver checking the mirror constantly would have been at the other end of a pretty nasty outburst. But I couldn't care less as I allowed my lips to linger on the nape of her neck while her hands caressed my back.

"Sir, 300 rupees please," the taxi driver spoke, his eyes unwaveringly glued to the back mirror.

"Mind your business," I snarled as I handed him a 500 rupee note. "Dixit, let's gooo," she slurred yet again, her heels in her hands as she waited outside the main gate of my house.

"You live here?" she looked around in awe, "Self-made or family wealth?" she smirked. "Family-made," I winked back, not leaving the chance to grab her from the waist as I led her in. Fortunately, I had the house to myself tonight - well to be honest, it was less luck and more planning. But regardless, I felt excited. A surge of adrenaline rushing through my veins as I let myself loose - something I never knew I could do. Of course the alcohol has a role to play in this as well, I thought to myself.

I was going to ask her if she needed a drink or something, but it seems like she really wasn't in the mood to fool around. No pun intended.

She pushed herself against me, crushing her lips against mine as I put my hands under her thighs and lift her up, taking her into my bedroom.

Caught in the heat of the moment, my breath was ragged and it felt hot and stuffy all of a sudden. In an attempt to carry her to the room and maintain the kiss, I tried shifting my balance.

"OWWW," she screamed, obviously having broken the kiss.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Bose!" I quickly stepped away from the door frame I had so casually bumped her head into.

"Call me Sona. And it's okay Dixit..."

"Dev!"

"It's okay, Dev. I can see it's your first time," she smirked, taking the chance to kiss me again.

I put her down and locked the door - to say I was nervous would be an understatement at the least.

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