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She caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror she hadn’t noticed before. It was positioned almost directly in front of her. In the reflection, Jay’s body, with his wide shoulders and tall stature, seemed to dwarf hers. As their eyes connected in the antique mirrored glass, he slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress. All it took was a flick of his skilled finger along each strap, and flowing silk suddenly cascaded down her body like a cascade of mist over the hills. It pooled at her feet with the quiet rustle of a falling leaf to the moist, rich earth.
Her chest rose and fell as Jay took her in.
His eyes widened. His lips parted.
She’d stoked a fire within him.
Skylar smiled at the desire burning in his eyes, thrilled with the control she’d wrested back. “Yes,” she murmured.
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Skylar breathlessly waitedfor the man’s response. Had she actually done it? Said yes to sex? Sex with a stranger . . . an escort?
Jay blinked, then his eyes narrowed. “Yes? To this? To fucking?”
That he was careful enough to seek clarification wasn’t lost on her, but his consideration wasn’t what she was after at this moment. She wantedhim. His body. His cock. His scent imbued on her skin.
She swallowed and nodded. “Yes.” The word was a hint of a whisper but still there. No longer stuck in the back of her throat, no longer suppressed by her mind arguing this could be a bad thing.
Without warning, as if her agreement had released whatever bonds had held him back, Jay took hold of the center of her bra and tugged. “Still yes?”
Too shaken to speak again, she nodded.
With one savage tug, he ripped her bra from her chest. The momentum caused her to stumble and fall forward against him, and he steadied her with a hand snaked around her waist.
“I guarantee you,” he said, his voice dark, “This will be the last time I hold you tonight.”
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Jay cast Skylar’s ruined bra aside with one hand as his other hand slid up her chest to cup the underside of her breast.
She pulled away. “I don’t want you to hold me,” she said defiantly, even as her body yearned for his heat and the comforting sensation of being held in his arms.
“They all want me to hold them in the end,” he said as he tucked a finger into the front of her black thong. “You think you’re any different than anyone else I fuck?”
“You don’t know what I want,” she whispered.
“I know what you need. That’s all that matters.” He finally dropped his gaze from hers and squatted as he shimmied her thong over her hips and down her legs. “Step out,” he commanded.
Skylar watched him tuck her thong into his back pocket before he stood back up in front of her. His eyes flickered toward hers, but then he looked away and instead focused his attention on a feather that extended from the side of her mask.
He plucked it and ran it through his fingers, then held it up high as if it was a flag he’d captured in battle. “Face the mirror.”
She shifted so she could again see herself in the mirror. All she wore were her black stilettos and her black silk and lace mask. Jay stood behind her, still fully clothed, the epitome of a powerful male in his tuxedo. She was suddenly hit by a feeling of vulnerability.
Could she really do this? Fuck a stranger while she was engaged to another man?
Nerves started to take over again until Jay reached around her and dragged the feather along her clavicle. The sensation sent goosebumps along her arms, and her nipples hardened. He moved closer to twirl the tip of the feather against the tip of her nipples, and she gasped. From behind, she could feel his erection against her ass. Rock hard. Her core grew even wetter.
Jay traced the feather down between her breasts and along her stomach to the top of her pussy. She gasped when it tickled her clit and gasped again when he rocked his hips forward. Her knees felt weak when he circled the feather repeatedly over her flesh. Enthralled with the sensations, she let her eyes flutter shut.
“Yes,” she whimpered. She knew she’d caught him off guard when his movements paused. She opened her eyes again to see him raise an eyebrow above the top of his mask as he looked at her in the mirror.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
She turned around to face him. “Yes, I think that Iamdifferent from all the other women.”
“How?”
