Page 116 of His Two Hidden Masks

The word “wife” left me breathless. “Yes,” I said arching my back and kissing him again. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and moved my body against the big bulge in his pants.

My pussy was weeping for him. It had been days since we’d made love, but it seemed like weeks. Time moved differently when I was in his arms, or when we were apart.

“Hey, hey, hey newlyweds.” I heard Leo’s voice and stopped kissing Dylan long enough to see Leo approach. He slow-clapped as he walked, an enormous smile on his face.

Dylan laughed and looked overhead.

“Leo,” I said, straightening up.

Leo landed himself right next to me, lips pursed. “I can see you’ve met your husband.” He wrinkled his nose as if he expected me to lose it. “Making out with masks on. I like it, so naughty.”

I swatted his arm. “I can’t believe you did this without telling me. I should be really mad at you.”

“Should,” Leo said. “Should, but you won’t be.”

Leo was right, I was trying to be angry but then I would feel the touch of Dylan’s fingers on my back and melt.

“Leo,” Dylan said, his arm still wrapped around my waist.

“Well, I couldn’t really tell you that instead of a secret wedding to your ex-fiancé, I wanted you to have a secret wedding to your super hot billionaire-sex-god boyfriend.”

“His words, not mine,” I said, looking at Dylan.

“I prefer sex-preneur,” Dylan said. “I fancy myself a maker, a crafter.”

Leo sighed. “Honey, you can fancy yourself anything, as long as you make my friend happy.”

“I accept,” Dylan said. His arm around my waist, his hands moved back and forth across the curve of my hips.

The Egyptian emcee from the catwalk entered. She stood beside two women holding an enormous brass circular tam-tam. She banged the gong three times drawing everyone’s attention to the center of the room.

“Lovers and magical creatures,” she said once the crowd silenced. “Proceed into the grand ballroom for delicious beverages, magical bites and entertainment that will dazzle your mind, body and soul.”

She banged the gong once more and exited. The lights dimmed and women wearing white dresses and wings opened the ballroom doors, shepherding people inside. Leo was distracted by a cherub holding a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries.

Dylan leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I’m playing tonight.”

“Strand is playing?” Leo said, holding an empty cocktail napkin in his hand. He looked straight at Dylan.

“You told him,” Dylan said, looking between us. He was not asking a question.

I exhaled and looked at the ceiling. “I did. I’m sorry. I reached maximum capacity on secret-keeping. I have so much more to share with you.”

“This is my fault,” Leo said. “I am either all chill, or I have no chill, sometimes.”

“I’m glad you know my secret,” Dylan said.

“You are?” Leo said. “Great. Because I did not want to deal with an angry rock star.”

“I’m not a rock star,” Dylan said.

“Of course not,” Leo said, nodding his head.

“I’ll see you inside?” Dylan said. He handed me a silver ticket. “Give this to one of the angels or gold people. It will get you and your friends closer to the stage.”

“Okay,” I whispered, smiling up at him.

Dylan brushed a hair off my cheek. “Promise me you’ll watch, and that you won’t leave without me. I can’t bear to lose you again.”

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