Page 27 of Masked Seduction
I moaned in there. I gasped. I shook. I came so hard I saw stars.
Claire.Shit.I left her alone for way too long.
I pick up the pace, anxiety starting to nip at the back of my neck. What if she’s pissed? What if she left? What if she’s been cornered by some creep and she’s out there throwing hands in the name of friendship?
I make it back into the main room, scanning for the tall brunette in the white dress. My eyes find her almost instantly—still at our table, drink in hand, not alone. There’s a man with her. Tall and broad, dressed sharply in black with a striking silver-and-black domino mask shaped like a wolf’s snarl. He leans toward her in fascination, but when Claire spots me, her whole face lights up. She’s up and out of her seat before I can say a word, her drink left behind as she practically sprints toward me.
“Jenna!” she squeals, grabbing both my arms, eyes wide with anticipation. “You little ho!”
My jaw drops. “What?”
“Oh, don’t play innocent with me.” She leans in, speaking loudly enough to make me want to sink into the floor. “You obviously had sex.”
My whole face ignites. “How would you even know that?” I hiss, tugging her toward the side so the entire club doesn’t hear.
She laughs. “Your hair, babe. It’s got that just-been-fucked chaos going on. Like, full blown sex aftermath. Your lipstick’s gone. And your dress, it’s all wrinkled and you’re glowing like you just won the lottery—the prize being twelve orgasms.”
I blink. “It was definitely not twelve.”
Claire arches a brow. “But more than one?”
I look away, trying not to smile. “Shut up.”
She’s cackling now. I catch my reflection in the mirror above the bar. My red curls are in full rebellion, wild and tumbling like I’ve just emerged from a wind tunnel. My eyes are still a little glassy. And sure enough, my lipstick is totally gone.
I remember the moment when his hands fisted in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp as he took me from behind. No wonder it’s a mess.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
Claire slaps my arm playfully, grinning like a cat who just swallowed the canary. “Girl, that man rearranged your soul. I knew you were gonna have fun tonight.”
I shake my head, trying not to laugh She was absolutely right.
“So,” I say, giving Claire a sly look as we weave through the crowd toward the exit. “What about you? Did you have any fun while I was off being the worst friend ever?”
She shrugs, flicking her hair over her shoulder like it’s no big deal. “Not really. A few tried, but no one caught my eye.” She makes a face.
I blink at her. “Seriously? That wolf mask guy was all over you.”
Claire snorts. “Please. He smelled like vanilla protein powder and asked me if I’ve ever done ayahuasca.”
“What’s that?”
She waves her hand dismissively. “Drugs.”
I laugh. “Damn, I’m sorry. I totally ditched you.”
“Babe,” she says, waving me off. “This night was about you. I was just on escort duty. Mission accomplished, clearly.”
I flush and nudge her with my shoulder. “Hey, don’t say ‘mission accomplished’ like I wasthatdesperate to get laid.”
She smirks. “Weren’t you?”
I roll my eyes, though part of me is grateful for how lightly she’s handling this. Because honestly I’m still a little shaky. I’m sore in places I forgot I had muscles, my heart hasn’t quite figured out how to beat normally again, and everything in me feels like it’s been rewired.
“I’m ready to go,” I admit. “I don’t regret it. At all. But I think I hit my threshold.”
Claire smiles. “Girl, your threshold got body-slammed tonight. Let’s get out of here.”
