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My inner bitch claps her hands.

Way to go, girl. Throw it right back at him.

“I asked for help, remember. You told me to approach him.”

“And did he say he’d help you?”

“He did.”

He leans closer and whispers, “Close your eyes, Sophie.”

I do as he says and moan as the soft fabric of his mask falls and covers them.

His soft touch skims my face, gentle, controlling, captivating.

His lips hover against mine, pressing lightly, seeking entry, and as I part mine willingly, he presses them closer. His tongue finds mine and they tangle in a slow, almost leisurely dance, his thumb caressing my cheek, his touch light, almost ghostlike.

He deepens the kiss, his hand running around the back of my head, holding it firmly, taking what he wants.

My eyes flutter behind the mask, loving the anonymity of the man kissing me. If I can’t see him, he’s not really here. I’m doing nothing wrong. This isn’t happening. I’m not unfaithful. I’m in a dream. Yes, a dream, and I hope like hell I never wake up from it.

CHAPTER 26

ANGEL

She failed the test. Then again, I already guessed she would. It’s the way she looks at me.

The desire heavy in her eyes. The way her body molds against mine. Her soft gasp, the expression of yearning, the fact she can’t hide behind a mask like I can.

I could kiss this woman all day long.

She moans, pressing a little closer, her hand drifting to my chest, pushing up under the thin material of my t-shirt.

She is so soft, almost innocent, and the scent she wears messes with my mind.

I can’t help myself and whisper against her lips, “Does he kiss you like this?”

“That’s none of your business.”

She has a point. I like her answer.

My lips drift down her neck, my tongue licking the delicate skin.

“Does he kiss you here?”

She groans, “Not your business.”

“Do you allow him to do this to you?”

I inch my fingers into the top of her sweatpants and she attempts to push me away.

“Fuck off, Angel.”

She sounds desperate, her desire heavy in the air between us.

I grip her hair, hard, almost punishing her, and her moan of desire is just as traitorous as what I would rather be doing to her.

My tone is fierce, dark, possessive as I growl, “Does he fuck you like I do? Do you chase him onto a dark beach at night?”