ala was a masq
d hadn't burned last year. Waitstaff glided like ghosts, careful not to be seen. And up high, in a golden bal
he sa
in of velvet-stood a woman who didn't belong. Not beca
roses. Her curves weren't filtered or fragile; they were full, womanly, sensual. Her dark hair w
aze locked on h
ace piece tied with black satin-barely covered anything. He could still see the tension in her thro
t on the
supposed
didn'
d laughter parting around him. She didn't notice him unt
e you belong to thi
fr
ht the flicker of panic before she
oice was low, husky, unsure. And fu
enough for her to feel
you belong to
them. She stared up at him-deep br
pered. "I'm just..
o idea who she
m. But there was something about her-something sharp beneath the softness. She wasn't tryin
ity. Fire
made hi
ending a hand. "And I don't
is hand like it
ter of a hotel maid and an absent father. Just Bella-s
hand and d
ith me,"
w how," she
l le
, the other laced through hers. Her breath hitched as her chest brushed his
er scent-jasmine and something wild-wrapped
murmured, brushing hi
d," she l
ead lower, lips grazing the
felt it, the way her body tightened
lean
ll the invitat
ain-closer this time, her thigh grazing
ere," she said, h
ould I," he
the spell to break-he led her of
d the
loors. Floor-to-ceiling windows that captured the city like a
he door, hands tre
hould
tell him
that look-like he wanted to ruin he
anted to
closer. She
," he sai
flin
elong," he added. "But
e kiss
sn't
is mouth, and he took advantage, sliding his tongue a
me
her gloves away, then slid his hands under her gown, up
gs around him, moa
, laying her down like sh
looked
o stop," h
di
nd the clasp of the borrowed gown, and le
ky nipples and t
raint sh
cross her chest, sucking one nipple u
ngry, reverent. Her skin was sof
panties down, gasping when h
e growled, sliding
-" she w
issing her again, deeper.
ach, settling between h
ever-" s
up. "They'
he devo
stroking in rhythm until she writhed un
r whole body shaking, his na
h it, slower now, co
way, and she rea
r slamm
n, what
orway, heels clicking,
ne Lan
si
rld st
the blanket, but t
's eyes
o love this," sh
hing hard, shirt hal
t the f
was alre
chest, trembling-not from the
I done?" sh
looked
time that night-