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  I breathed in and out deeply, taking in the smell of freshly laundered sheets and burning scented candles as I progressed down the hall toward the elevators.

  The ball was in full swing when I reached the dining level. Guests were scattered around the hotel lobby and all of the levels of the hotel. The lights were dimmed, but I didn’t even try to focus on any one person or couple…or group. Some of them wore masks to conceal their identity, but most of them didn’t. Almost everyone wore white.

  I suddenly remembered that I held a mask of my own to conceal my identity, and I brought it up to my face and behind my ears. I almost wondered if I should even bother hiding my identity. I didn’t have a high profile career and barely knew any high profile people, so I didn’t pay it any mind. I had come here for one reason—because of Trevor.

  There was a well-stocked bar, so I decided to help myself. As the bartender mixed my cocktail, I tried to pretend that I wasn’t nervous as hell. Everyone looked so comfortable in their zone, either alone or with a significant other.

  With drink in hand, I mingled with the crowd and peered out through my mask. I hoped my startled expressions were hidden well behind it. As I walked through the bodies, I witnessed some of the scandalous exchanges between the couples on the dance floor. I had knowledge of some of the secret sex clubs in Houston near where I lived, but the Den of Sin was in a whole other class from what I suspected.

  “Camille.”

  I stopped in my pursuit when I heard my name being called out from behind me. It was the voice of male, deep in timbre and with a slight accent that was unique only to one person I’d ever met in my life.

  My stranger closed the gap between us, cupped one of my elbows with his palm, and pressed his chest firmly against my back.

  “I would know your body and that sexy walk from a mile away.” He pressed his face against my hair, which I opted to wear loose and free, hanging against my shoulders. “Even your scent is uniquely yours. You smell like a blooming rose after the rain.”

  Trevor.

  I turned on my heels, careful not to lose my balance as heat crept up the back of my neck.

  He wasn’t wearing a mask at all, and he literally took my breath away. His face was freshly groomed and devoid of any shadow. His thick black hair was combed back away from his face. He wore loose white slacks and a shirt like most of the men here.

  A tingling sensation stirred low within my belly. Unsurprisingly, it was the same feeling that ran through me each and every time I came in contact with Trevor Stanley.

  “Hi,” I said as my breath left me in a rush.

  “You’re beautiful in white.” He smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this shade before. Pure white.”

  I swallowed. My wedding dress had been ivory, and Trevor had seen many pictures in the home Rich and I used to share together. But dammit, I didn’t want to be thinking about that now.

  “Trevor, I—“

  He lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on my knuckles, silencing me. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

  ***

  Camille

  I was glad Trevor suggested some time away from the Masquerade. The music had gotten a little loud, the crowd too claustrophobic, and the anticipation too heavy. We exited through the back of the hotel and as soon as we stepped out onto the patio toward the cabanas near the pool, the fresh night air hit me, enhancing all of my senses.

  The air was damp and humid as if it had rained already, or maybe the rain was forthcoming. There was a slight chill in the air, and the breeze flowed across my skin and up along my bare arms and legs.

  We walked hand in hand to the cabana farthest away from the pool. Guests already occupied some of them, but there were a few vacant ones due to everyone being interested in the drinks, food, and hotel suites more than anything else at this point.

  Trevor held the sheer linen aside as I slid myself on top of the soft cushions. I curled my legs up under me as he climbed in to sit beside me.

  “This is a very nice hotel, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied. “I did some research, and it’s been around a while and has had quite a bit of renovations. I didn’t find much on the Internet about the Den of Sin events though.” I glanced at him, hoping he’d catch on to my implied question.

  He smiled. “I had the Beaudelaire in mind as a getaway for both you and I for a while. An old friend of mine lives in New Orleans and he knows a lot of influential people. After I told him I was bringing a very special lady to relax and enjoy the resort, he put me in touch with one of their event coordinators…and here we are.”

  “So, did you have intentions of inviting me as TEMPTED909 or as Trevor?”

  “As TEMPTED909.” He grinned. “I had it all planned out. When I sent you the invite and bought the plane tickets, I had every intention of coming clean when we messaged each other again. You told me once before that if we met to do anything, it would have to be somewhere far away from life as you were experiencing it. And of course, when you arrived, you would have known that it was me you were chatting with all this time.”

  I traced the buttons on the chair cushions. “That’s not quite what happened. You didn’t come clean in the chat room. You came clean in the pastry shop by putting the plane tickets in the billfold.”

  “I changed my mind that day. A lot of things changed that day, including my promotion. I took it as a sign. It was also one of the many times that Rich told me that he had intentions of trying to win you back. And you know my feelings about sharing already. I wanted to know if you’d come once you found out that it was me, and it’s why I revealed myself sooner.”

  I sighed as a great weight was lifted off my shoulder. It all made sense now, most of it anyway. “How did you find me on Anya’s?”

  “It was a while back. I looked over your shoulder one day when you were studying in the diner. You didn’t close your laptop down fast enough.” He leaned back on one of the bars. “You’d literally just created your profile. I remember because once I found your username, it revealed that it was made two weeks prior.”

  “That’s probably because I was snooping on Rich. It’s why I registered with the site to begin with.”

  “Well, I didn’t know that at the time. I thought you were the one doing the cheating. I was intrigued anyway because if you were looking somehow, what that meant to me was that you were available and ready to move on. I had no idea that Rich was stepping out until you began confiding in me during our chats.”

  I narrowed my gaze. “How could you not know? You two were friends in college. You’ve had sex at the same time with multiple women.”

  Trevor shook his head. “That was my past. All of that happened before Rich and I graduated and became responsible taxpaying citizens and adult men. It was all fun and games for me, but for Rich, it was a lifestyle.”

  “Yes, I know that now. He knows about us, too,” I said, lifting my gaze warily to meet his.

  “He knows what about us?”

  “About our kiss last Christmas under the mistletoe,” I replied.

  “Ah, yes…our first kiss. During the car ride back to the office right after I left the plane tickets with you, he asked me why I kissed you.”

  “And what did you tell him?”

  “I told him that I had grown to like you a lot.” He grabbed for me, taking both my hands in his and pulling me to kneel over him on the cushions. “I’m selfish for not regretting any of it. I could never control my urges to kiss you, which is why I’m such a wreck now waiting for you to realize how badly I need you.”

  “Need is a very strong word,” I whispered, pushing my palm against his chest until his back was propped against the support beams.

  “Need. It’s the perfect word to describe this.”

  I straddled him. “Why haven’t we kissed since then?” My lips barely touched his, but my pelvis fit snugly against his body.

  His finge
rs tangled in my hair. “You like to play hard to get. In fact, I think you even like the chase.”

  “You caught me. Here I am.”

  “The night is ours, Camille. Let’s focus on nothing else, nothing but us and our pleasure. We have the future ahead of us and I promise we can talk about anything you desire, but I’ve waited a very, very long time to be with you.”

  My pulse quickened at the same time his cock hardened under me. “Sounds like a plan.”

  We kissed and his lips were velvety soft, just like I remembered them. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon, a combination that I loved—a combination that awakened every nerve ending in my body. I felt unconfined and free to let go and lose myself in this moment.

  Fingers glided against my neck, sliding under the white pearl necklaces hanging between us. Our lips moved effortlessly together and our tongues tangled in a decadent rhythm.

  I never wanted to let go, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity in the cabana, concealed by sheer white curtains.

  A rumble sounded off in the distance somewhere above us, and we pulled apart momentarily to catch our breaths and exchange light pecks on the lips.

  “Thank you,” he mumbled against my mouth.

  “For what?”

  “Allowing me this uninterrupted time with you,” he said.

  “You don’t have to thank me, but right now I think you should do something about this.” I moved my center sensuously over his cock.

  He groaned and threw his head back against the beam. “I fear I won’t be able to hold back and be gentle.” He took my hand and placed it on his erection. “Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you now?”

  “Mm-hmm.” My pussy clenched as my need blossomed.

  “I’m going to take you thoroughly.” He traced the outer side of my arm with his fingertips. “I want to give your body undivided attention. So, as much as I want to take you right here, right now…I’d rather not have anyone else share our first time together. Just me and you, like I imagined it.”

  I leaned forward and allowed my tongue to curl against the cartilage of his ear. “I’m more than ready, so what are you waiting for?”

  He grinned and took my hand. “Let’s ditch the Ball.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Camille

  We made it to his room just before our clothes came off in the wake of our lust.

  While removing his briefs, the last article of his clothing, his tongue came out momentarily to lick his top lip. He shed his briefs and stood back and examined me.

  “Lovely Camille. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there would never be anyone else for me.”

  My heart was pounding so strongly that I felt sure he could hear it. His fingers snaked up the outer side of my neck and caressed my chin and face. I leaned into him, inhaling a whiff of his musky cologne and pine soap.

  His thumb flirted lightly over the corner of my lips before he leaned down to kiss me. His lips felt like icy hot against my sensitive lips. His mouth crushed mine, yet he was tender with me. I opened my mouth to greet his tongue and moaned inwardly.

  The temperature rose around us. There was no light breeze to cool us off as there had been on the cabana.

  His hand found its way across my pelvis, where it slid around to grasp my ass firmly. The pads of his fingers gripped my skin. He groaned into my mouth when I rocked against his throbbing cock. He was already long and hard. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait before I spread my legs and begged him to take me.

  But he seemed to want to take his time despite his raging erection. He had thanked me for time in advance, and I was prepared to give him every last second of it.

  I slipped my hands up against his neck and pulled him down further and deeper into the kiss. His fingers slipped between my sensitive inner thighs. I spread my legs wider, pressing forward against him as he slid a finger between my wet pussy lips. I cried out, and he swallowed my moans with yet another kiss. He pushed up and in and out of me with ease. I could sense his need in the way he panted raggedly against my neck.

  He tipped something deep inside of me, and I parted my lips as my pleasure climbed, but he pulled his fingers out before I could reach full climax. He caught my gaze, grinning that arrogant grin of his, and slipped his fingers behind his lips. His eyes closed as he tasted me.

  Like an animal on the prowl, he backed me into the wall. He leaned in immediately, sucking first on my neck then on the tops of my breasts. His playful bites on my delicate skin left stinging red marks. My fingers gripped the wallpaper so hard I thought they would bleed.

  His tongue was wet against my already-hardened nipples, but he lashed them into ultra-sensitive thimbles. He made delicate noises as he sucked on me, alternating between soft tugs to deep sucks. Dragging my fingers through his thick hair, I arched my back and offered him everything I had. A moan of satisfaction escaped him. It was the same delicious sound I’d heard when Trevor first took a bite of one of my éclairs. I whimpered as I recalled him delicately licking the icing away from the soft dough.

  An exotic convulsion took me instantly and my body shivered involuntarily. The experience of having Trevor licking my breasts sent warm sensations straight to my clit and nearly bursting from every vein inside of me.

  He led me to turn around and propped my palms up against the wall before kneeling down behind me. As my legs shivered and quaked in avid need, he admired the fishnets against my skin. Stroking his palms up and down my legs and thighs and trailing behind with his tongue, he bit me more than a few times, playful nips, but they stung after so I could tell he was leaving his marks.

  I recalled his words in the chat room: I will mark you in places no man has ever touched.

  My body temperature had grown so hot from my pre-climax that my palms grew sweaty and began to slip from their position on the wall.

  “Keep your hands on the wall.”

  He struck my ass hard with his palm. I cried out and slid my hands high on the wall above my head.

  He gripped my flesh and slid his tongue up and down my plump globes. I wanted to cry and scream for mercy. I wanted to beg him by name to fuck me.

  For a brief second, his touch disappeared, but just as quickly as it had disappeared, it was back on me.

  While kneeling behind me, he captured my clit between his lips and sucked gently on it. I began to unravel all over again, bit by bit. My hands balled up into fists against the wall as his tongue plundered and pierced me. My juices drained down my inner thighs, onto his greedy tongue, and against his cheeks. His fingers dug into my ass as he devoured me whole.

  I quaked and cried out as a climax tore me to shreds. “Trevor!” I couldn’t help myself.

  He chuckled softly just as my knees gave way, but like my white knight, he scooped me up and gently tossed me onto his bed.

  Trevor stood at the foot of the bed and watched me with a grin on his face. My legs were closed and I parted them slightly to give him a good look at what he’d begged for all this time.

  I could have sworn his balls immediately tightened. I liked this type of control, so I slipped my fingers down against my clit. I immediately moaned aloud once I discovered how sensitive I still was.

  His breath hitched as he stroked his cock. He was rock solid and much bigger than I had imagined. I lifted myself up to a seating position and slid near the edge of the bed.

  I licked my lips and he moaned. Reaching out to touch my hair, he twisted some strands until they wrapped around his finger and then around his wrist. The more he wrapped, the closer my lips came to his cock. I opened my mouth and accepted him on my tongue. His head was hot and slippery soft and he tasted of spicy pre-cum. I licked up and down his shaft and his base then took him fully between my lips.

  I hadn’t had anybody this big before, and I gagged when he hit the back of my throat. He drove into my mouth through my gag reflexes until they were almost bearable.

  “Relax. Open wid
er,” he rasped.

  I obeyed voluntarily and immediately. The reflexes disappeared and I stopped trying to breathe and let the air flow in and out of my nose.

  Just as it felt like I couldn’t take any more, he ceased throat-fucking me and let me have my way with him. I enjoyed sucking him myself. I had more control that way. I used my fingers and mouth until his testicles tightened against my hand on the down stroke. I had to admit, I was more aroused watching him pleasure himself, so I handed him control and lay back while he stroked himself. Sliding his hand down over his rod and up again, he squeezed just below the cockhead.

  I played with my pussy while watching him. My loins tightened and the sight of him sent me into another climax.

  Trevor groaned deeply and squeezed tightly until he spilled his seed, shooting the hot liquid all over the front of my body. When he was done, liquid beads—the evidence of his lust for me—glistened against my skin to match my pearl necklace.

  He collapsed beside me, kissing me. Another man had never kissed me or held me like this before. It felt right and different, and this moment had no doubt sated my zealous curiosity. I wanted more.

  Moments later, Trevor left my side and ventured into the bathroom where he brought out a warm, damp towel. As I lay on the bed, he gently wiped the evidence of his desire away from my skin. I became even more aroused as he paid such meticulous attention to me. My body’s reaction to Trevor was no surprise.

  When I first laid eyes on Trevor, I was intrigued and attracted to him without a doubt. But it wasn't just Trevor's physical looks that mesmerized me. This growing attraction was deeper than that. I don't know if it was the way he stared at me in silence whenever I worked or if it was the way he showed interest in our quick talks about my course work or whatever articles I was reading at the time. But even if I had known back then that our paths would lead to this night, I could never have prepared myself for this blissful union.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Camille