Page 9 of Her Trick His Treat

Holy hotness.

My heart was racing. The man was so damn sexy.

Not that I could see his face. I mean, the mask obscured his features, casting a shadow over his expression, but there was an undeniable intensity behind the black hood and silver skull.

He had a sort of wild, potent aura that drew me in and made the air around us feel charged.

My mind raced, and I found myself imagining what his face might look like beneath the costume.

Did he have a square jawline? Chiseled cheekbones? Plump lips that could kindle fires in my soul with just a smile?

I knew instinctively that he was just as hot as his body suggested.

A sort of wild, potent aura, and I knew his face was as hot as his body suggested.

Awareness had me riveted to his black-eyed stare, and I wondered where his gaze was focused.

Was he looking at my face?

Did he see how nervous I was? Or how hard I was staring at him?

Electricity sizzled between us. I’d never felt anything like it before.

And still, I wondered if it was me he was looking at or was I grossly mistaken?

Building mountains out of molehills was a hobby of mine.

Was he looking at my too curvy body? Did he like what he saw?

Maybe he was checking out my too tight top?

Or maybe those soulless eyes had dropped lower?

Could he tell I didn’t have any panties on beneath my skirt, under my stockings?

I never felt like this before. My attraction to him was immediate and my response nonsensical.

The moment stretched out, seeming to last forever. Like an impossibly slow heartbeat among the cacophony of noise and movement within the bar.

The music was thumping, echoing my racing heartbeat.

The masked man seemed to loom closer, each step causing another rush of heat to rise within me.

My sex ached. Moisture pooled between my thighs as I watched him close the distance between us.

In that instant, the crowded room faded away, and it felt like we were the only two people in the universe.

Only we weren’t. The weird dude who’d approached me first was still there.

The masked man leaned down, his skull mouth level with the skinny stranger’s ear.

“Move.”

I felt that word like a lightning bolt right to my core. My unwanted visitor fled like the hounds of hell were on his heels and the masked man cocked his head to the side.

He looks like he’s made of shadow and light.

The air felt charged, whether with my own lust, or the combination of both of ours I was unsure. Though I knew what I was hoping for.

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