Page 34 of Her Trick His Treat

I was just tying my robe closed when the doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone, I was hesitant to open it.

I mean, who could it be?

A new neighbor? Jehovah’s Witness? Girl scouts?

Whatever.

I was just not in the mood for anyone. Okay, fine. I was kind of in the mood for someone, but that was not on the menu.

Could one night of fantastical sex make a slut out of me? I bit my lip and wondered if that could be true.

The bell rang again.

Whoever it was, this person was not getting the hint I did not want to be disturbed.

I took a sip from my ever present bottle of water and looked through the peephole. Then, I almost choked.

“Shadow Man!” I gasped, unlocking the door.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Vixen, making me hunt you down when I never gave you permission to leave,” he said in that deep, sexy voice of his.

My mouth watered. Literally. I was drooling.

Tommy, er, Shadow Man was shirtless, and his chest, arms, and shoulders were covered in thick, black ink.

All those delicious tattoos and muscles were on display, and I was so damn turned on I didn’t know what to do or where to look first.

I wanted to lick them. To trace them, commit them to memory with my eyes, hands, and my mouth.

He looked like one of Death’s warriors in nothing but a pair of loose fitting black sweatpants that did nothing to disguise his long, thick cock.

Did I really have that inside me?

My eyes practically fell out of my head as I watched it twitch and grow under my frank perusal.

“Close your mouth, or I’ll fill it for you,” he said, pushing his way inside my apartment.

“Did you come here dressed like that?” I blurted, looking past him in the hallway.

“Close the door and take off your robe,” he said.

“B-but?—”

“Unless you want me to go?” he asked, but I was already shaking my head and locking the door behind me.

The festive cinnamon broom I had hanging on the hook by the chain lock filled the air with spice. But it was completely forgotten as Shadow Man filled up every single one of my senses.

Who knew having a mask kink could be so much fun?

I faced him, unable to hide my trembling hands as I reached for the belt of my robe. My hair was in a wet tangle down my back, and it was going to be a bitch to brush later. But that was fine. I would deal with it then.

Right now, there were other parts of me alive, awake, and begging for attention.

Shadow Man’s head canted to the side as he watched me pull the soft terrycloth away from my dewy skin. I hesitated, a little shy of the fact he was so fit and me, well, I was his polar opposite.

A girl my size didn’t usually go parading around in nothing but her birthday suit. I couldn’t see his gaze. Couldn’t read the emotion there. But I saw his chest lift and heard him suck in a breath as I revealed myself to him slowly.

That alone gave me the courage to part it all the way. It was the first time another person had actually seen me naked. My living room is not like his bedroom.

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