Page 85 of His Two Hidden Masks

Lover, I’ve waited

Take me to the light

Lover, I’ve waited

Take me to the light

I reached behind my hair and undid the strings of my mask. It fell to the ground. Strand’s hand hovered above the strings of his guitar. He missed a beat and then continued playing.

Lover, take me to the light

Strand didn’t miss notes, but Dylan did. He saw me. I gasped, my heart echoing like a bass drum through my whole body. Dylan knew I was there.

Without my mask, I moved in time with the music, arms in the air, I never taking my eyes off of him. I moved my hands down my throat, and over my breasts. My nipples hard and tingling with sensation as I gave them a slow, sensual squeeze.

My head rocked back in pleasure. My breathing grew fast and shallow. He nodded at me, and I resisted the urge to climb on stage and kneel before him to suck him off.

I’d be such a good girl. I’d be such a naughty girl. I would be anything and everything he needed.

My hands in my hair, my mouth open with need, I was aware of no one else in the room, but Dylan. I danced through the colored lights for my lover.

His music compelled me to move for him, to show him what I craved, to telegraph my raw aching need to open my body and soul to his touch.

Lover, be mine

Yes,” I whispered.

Lover, be mine

Yes, my body answered. My pussy throbbed, dripping wet and ready for him. The song ended and the crowd erupted in applause. Strand nodded, and exited through the stage door behind him.

“Lovers,” the DJ said, clapping, “can you believe what we just saw here? Strand, sharing his first song in five years. It happened here at Eros.

It happened here, with all you beautiful kings and queens. Now keep dancing. Show me how you move.” Headphones back on, the DJ kicked up the beat and the still-murmuring crowd lost themselves in another dance.

Looking at the empty stage, desire throbbed deep inside me. Maybe he hadn’t seen me? Or maybe he had, and I was just another Strand fan to him.

Everyone with a heartbeat in this room wanted to fuck him. What made me think we’d had a real moment? Behind me, Shea, Odessa, and Leo danced.

“That was amazing,” Shea shouted above the thumping bass. “I can’t believe we were here for that.” She held up her phone,but I couldn’t see the headline in the dark. “It’s already online. You were right, Bella, a new song.”

My heartbeat thumped inside my chest. Dizzy from dancing, I needed to leave the dance floor. “I’ll be back,” I shouted.

Leo gave me a thumbs-up, and I wove through the crowd, making my way back to our booth. As I walked toward our table, Dylan stepped in front of me. His mask was off.

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Dylan nodded at me, his lips curling in a smile. My heart beat so loudly I swore it was louder than the DJ’s bass.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he held his finger up to his lips. He picked up two gold masks from the table and motioned for me to turn around.

I did, and he tied the mask onto my face, pulling the ribbon tight. The touch of his fingertips on my neck sent bolts of electricity down my back.

He tied on his own mask and reached out and held my hand. He rubbed his thumb across my knuckle, giving me goosebumps.

Dylan leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You found me.” His breath was hot against my skin.

“I believe you found me.” I managed to speak, endorphins pumping, my body shaking.

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