Sexy Behind The Mask
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Sexy Behind The Mask

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Ellie Wynters Steamy Stories

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She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked s*x 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 e address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

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Chapter 48

Hunter's POV

She settled back against the pillows, legs falling open for me, and something in my chest cracked wide. I positioned myself between her thighs, lowering my body over hers slowly, giving her time. When I kissed her this time, I took my time with it, deep, slow, like I was trying to memorize the taste of her mouth, the way sh……

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