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Goldie:I won’t want you to stop.

WhenInRome:Believe me, Goldie, I won’t want to either. But I will. Know that.

Goldie:I know it. You have my permission to take me, Wim. I want it so badly.

WhenInRome:I guarantee I want it even more. I’m going to use you up until you’re nothing but a panting, satisfied heap. Then I might use you again.

Goldie:As many times as you want. It’s okay if I’m nothing but ether by the time you’re finished with me.

WhenInRome:That kind of carte blanche is dangerous to a man like me. I have a thing for excess.

Goldie:As long as that means making me come an excessive number of times before I become incorporeal…

WhenInRome:Goldie…only you could make me laugh like a lunatic while I’m hard as steel. Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on you.

Wim knew exactly what I wanted. To be used, like Samantha had said. To be taken without discussion. Anonymously. In room ten, we were Goldie and Wim, not Shira and…well, whoever he was outside these walls.

He’d seen my pictures, just as I’d seen his. Anonymous, no faces, just bodies. I knew he wanted me, at least the parts he’d seen, and that was more than enough for me. This wasn’t a grand romance. Wim would give me what I needed without having to go through the song and dance of courting or hoping to get picked up at a bar. Not that I would ever,everdo that. The thought alone made me want to run and hide.

This, though, I could do. I could be Goldie behind my mask, where nothing was expected of me except giving as good as I got. I could do that. I wasdesperateto do that.

Slipping off my heels, I curled up on the couch and pulled the mask over my face. There, I waited for my Wim.

Chapter Two

Shira

He didn’t keep mewaiting long. The door swung open, and an imposing figure in a black balaclava filled the space. A rush of heat instantly flooded my core, and it was all I could do not to squirm.

He leaned one shoulder against the frame. “Heeyyy, Goldie.” I could almost hear his smile muffled behind his mask.

I made myself stand and turn to him, letting him drink in his fill of me in the dress I’d bought for tonight—one I would have never worn other than to meet a man for sex.

Kicking the door shut behind him, he closed the distance between us, reaching for me without hesitation. The second his massive hands touched my bare arms, my eyes rolled back. He was so much bigger than I’d expected. For a moment, I wishedI had left my shoes on to lessen our height difference, but Wim didn’t allow me to get lost in my head about it.

He spun me and tugged the zipper of my dress down in one smooth motion, sliding the straps off my shoulders and over my arms.

“Pretty,” he uttered, trailing his blunt fingertip along my spine. “Talk to me, Goldie.”

I tipped my head back until it hit his chest and looked up at him through the narrow holes of my mask. The mask made me brave, allowing the knot in my throat to unfurl and a husky, sexy version of my voice released.

“Hi, Wim.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as he removed my dress, leaving me in nothing but sheer lace hipsters that revealed more than they covered. I’d bought them for Wim too. He shoved his hands down the back of them to cup my bottom, letting loose an appreciative growl, and warmth filled my belly, pleased at my decision.

He took me by the waist and turned me again, this time to face him. Head dipping, more low hums vibrated his chest as he looked me over. Under his perusal, my breasts grew heavy, and my nipples pebbled tight.

“Pretty,” he repeated.

I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my panties and tugged them off. Taking them from my hand, Wim brought them to his mask and inhaled through the fabric. He released a frustrated groan and tossed my panties aside, then he grazed his knuckles along my abdomen, stopping to palm my core.

Reaching behind his head, he yanked his black T-shirt off and dropped it to the ground. Then, with one arm under my butt, he lifted me, putting us mask to mask, and carried me to the table, lowering me to sit on the edge.

We were barely more than strangers, yet he didn’t hesitate to step between my spread legs and put his hands on me. All over. From my breasts to my ribs, then lower, squeezing my waist and hips before returning to my breasts. He wasn’t tentative about it either, kneading my flesh and rolling my nipples between his calloused fingers.

I wasn’t as confident. At first, my hands were limp at my sides, and all I could do was stare up at his hulking frame. His shoulders were astonishingly broad, and I feasted my eyes on the muscle definition I’d never seen up close in real life. This man looked like he could carry redwoods without breaking a sweat. I dragged my eyes lower, and saliva pooled in my mouth. I was lucky I didn’t drool.

I didn’t experience big, exciting attractions. My life was quiet, as were my emotions, by both design and necessity. But I was Goldie tonight, and stepping outside myself had opened a gate I’d locked down tight.

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