Marinette was wrong about one thing. Adrien was not busy today. In his infinite wisdom, Gabriel Agreste had cleared his son's schedule with the expectation that some amount of unproductive emotion would follow his announcement. He had kept the appointment with Marinette only because he wanted to. Father was right about one thing. My emotions are a mess today.

His thoughts catapulted back to his lady. From her silky skin to her erotic moans. The feel of himself inside of her. Nothing like making love to a stranger the night your father tells the city about your marriage ultimatum.

He shifted in his seat, placing his jacket over his lap to cover his growing erection. There was no one to hide it from other than his chauffeur who was staring attentively at the road, but it felt private. Afterall, she was a secret. My secret lady.

The car came to a halt. They had arrived at Adrien's condo. It was small compared to the manor house, but that didn't mean much. Exiting with tact, Adrien entered the building and boarded the elevator. Up to the fourth floor he rode, until he was finally alone in his home. This was home, not the manor. His father had only consented to him moving out once he graduated from college; Adrien had fought him tooth and nail for it. At this particular moment Adrien was very glad for the privacy that his living situation afforded him.

He strode down the hall, past the kitchen and living room, pushing open his bedroom door and closing it behind him. He reached for his jeans, flicked open the button with his thumb, and pulled down the zipper as he walked to the edge of his bed. He sat, pulling down his pants and boxers at the same time. Exposed to the air, his cock let off a bead of pre-cum which he swiped with his thumb, wrapping his hand around the shaft as he did so. He lightly squeezed, moaning in pleasure. He could remember how his cock felt the night before, sliding in and out of his lady. The way that her walls had spasmed around him when she had achieved orgasm. The beautiful flush in her cheeks, half hidden by her mask. Every moan she tried to contain, proof of his successful efforts to please her.

He pulled out the lotion in his bedside drawer and took some in his palm. Then he wrapped his digits back around his cock and slowly stroked up and down. He could remember exactly how she felt beneath him. So warm. She fit between his arms with ease, and he fit between her thighs just as easily. Soft lips grazed the shell of his ear and a soft whimper of pleasure captivated him.

He remembered the way she had looked when he had unzipped her dress, baring her chest. Her nipples had puckered when he brushed his hands against her breasts. She looked so captivating in the moonlight, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

He stroked faster, picturing her on top of him. He had held her waist with one of his hands, helping her to thrust onto him, and circled her clit with his other hand. She was close to orgasm. He remembered how she had rippled around him. He pumped his fist harder, feeling a tug deep in his core, and let out a groan as he came.

It had been a few months since he had had sex with anyone. A few years since he had had sex that good. Laying back, he took a few moments to slow down his heart. That was so stupid of me. That could have been anyone, and now they have a story for the tabloids. They could have lied about being clean or their birth control.

But I needed that.

That night had been the happiest Adrien had been in months. Maybe ever would be again. He had been in a daze since his father had first come to him with his ultimatum. He would no longer have the ability to explore relationships based on happiness. He had to get married and soon.