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A few seconds later, the lights were back on. Dim and red.

My eyes adjusted and I looked right at the man in front of me.

My heart jolted.

There he was.

My fucking masked man.

Tall.

Sexy.

Hair mussed up from my fingers.

Lips swollen.

Now, clothed unfortunately.

Sullivan.

TWENTY EIGHT

We were now in his truck.

It was really nice and big.

Plenty of room for whatever my sexual brain was trying to conjure up.

The carnival continued beyond the truck.

Music.

Screams.

Laughter.

We’ve been sitting here in silence for about five minutes.

My brain was trying to process what the hell has happened within the last hour, and I didn’t know if being in close proximity to this man so soon after he was inside of me, was a good idea.

I glanced over to look at his profile.

Sharp.

Smooth.

Strong.

It was really so strange to see him out of his costume and/or uniform.

He was big.

Everywhere.

It was like he weight lifted for a year straight without a break.

It was like seeing a stranger that you have known for years.