Page 12 of Her Trick His Treat

“If you want adventure, I can give it to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Do you want to get out of here?” I asked way too early.

This was it. I’d fucked up, and she was undoubtedly going to toss the Vampire’s Kiss shot I’d ordered her in my face.

Only Vixen didn’t do that.

She tossed it back. Swallowing it with one long, luscious roll of her throat.

Next, she swallowed mine, too.

“Liquid courage?” I asked.

“You in or out?” she replied.

“Oh, I’m in, Vixen,” I growled, my dick pulsing behind my zipper.

Then she grabbed my hand, a naughty little grin splitting her gorgeous face as she grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the bar, towards one of the rooms marked private.

The first door was locked.

The second, too.

But the third, that was the charmed one.

She pulled me in after her, locking the door behind us.

“I think this is off limits, Vixen,” I growled, eager to see how far she’d take this.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” she said, biting her lip and running her hands up my chest.

I shook my head. No, I wasn’t afraid. But I was hard and getting harder by the second with how she was touching me.

Goddamn.

This was crazy. I was too old and jaded to behave this way.

But there was something about this woman that demanded rule breaking.

Something wild and untamed hidden in the depths of her eyes.

She was looking at me like this was a fantasy and if I had the chance to star in this woman’s dreams I sure as fuck wasn’t saying no.

In that moment, everything else faded into a blur. It felt like the two of us existed in our own little world of masks and need.

The music faded to a distant thrum, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the air, filled with unspoken desires and wild possibilities.

Vixen was an enigma, a beautiful, curvy puzzle I was determined to solve.

I was ready to dive headfirst into whatever adventure awaited us. The room was dark, and it smelled stale. Like it had been closed all day.

There was one way glass showing the throng of people inside the bar. They wore costumes that ranged from the usual sexy nurse or police officer to a giant banana or sushi roll.

I wasn’t paying much attention. The figures all seemed to melt together. It was seeing them though, knowing we weren’t one hundred percent alone that amped up the sexual tension between us.

I wanted to get rid of the mask, remove the anonymity so I could taste her lips. I yearned to experience the wildness she exuded in my mouth. To feel it with my tongue.

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