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Sexy Behind The Mask

Chapter 8 Oh My God

Word Count: 1436    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

down. The redhead had been stunning... those green eyes, that figure, she had oozed sex appeal. He'd been instant

sip of her sparkling water. "You look

e liquid burned pleasantly down his throat but did lit

ing that has you looking ready to thrott

"That woman at the bar accused me

water. "With me? Your si

fied, his jaw tightening. "She recognized me, knew

gently. "Past tense. The tab

s hair. "I told her that. Als

did she

d already returned to her table with friends. From this angle, he could only see h

aze. "I have to say

ick to

d across the table to squeeze his hand. "But it's just a stranger's misconception. You do

to home; the memory of finding Morgan with Tina still cut deep. Being accused of

stealing another glance at the redhead's table. "Lik

? You meet hund

emembe

"Because she

s a mouth on her." Grayson said, though he couldn't deny he

a small smile. "Your CFO gives you hell

's business." He took another sip of his s

redhead. As Emma chatted about her latest gallery showing, Grayson found his gaze repeatedly draw

again, if you are that inte

attention back to

looking at her. Go ap

hing to apo

ntroduce yourself properly then.

irmly. Now what he needed was a good, hard fuck with no st

ut dating? Maybe you j

ared at his y

dn't bring up Morgan or Tina, that was

His sister wasn't wrong, but he

e," he i

ghter than that

d. "It's none of

ied about you,

when things got serious with Morgan, thinking she was the one he could build a f

are right,"

at Morgan did poison you against all women. Not everyone's like

, though part of him w

ntious interaction, there was something compelling about her, a spark

time to start

" she said, explaining everything that had been going on before adding, "Riley and I haven't had sex in months, and when we

"How bad are we

nd rolling over to sleep while I'm just... there. Unsatisfied. It's like he isn't into me at all." She took another sip

s eyes widened. "Ho

hts I'm so frustrated I can barely sleep until I... you know." She made a discree

red. "And he had the

tly. "That it was my fault I couldn't climax with him. Told me he h

darting around the restaurant before leaning in con

an eyebrow. Was she ta

et Room. Very exclusive, very discreet. It's a members-only club wher

sex club?" Honey

nly if you want it, but it's more than that. It's about fanta

al. "How do you even

Lauren shrugged. "He took me once.

she wanted to be. Where she might finally discover if the problem really was her, as Riley had claimed

n, though something inside

till have the contact information. They screen everyone extensi

e strong and confident. Then she thought of Riley, probably with his teenage mis

e said suddenly. "No promises

ver you decide, just remember... you deserve pleasure. Real pleasure. Not whate

sure," Maggie raised

, a flutter of both fear and excitement stir

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“She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."”