Page 129 of Dirty Plans

“Prove it,” she whispers.

I blink in surprise, totally caught off guard. “Prove what?”

“That this,” she gestures around the dimly lit Upper Tier, “doesn't affect you as much as it affects me.”

I swallow hard, our close proximity causing my heart to race. “You're playing a dangerous game, Lily.”

She tilts her head, her gaze locked onto mine. “Am I?”

Then, she reaches out, plucking a black and deep purple velvet mask from the table. The design is intricate, with feathers that brush her fingers as she holds it. “Would you wear this?”

“If I were a guest?” I press, watching her every move closely.

Her lips twitch and she bats her eyelashes. “Sure.”

I nod slowly, knowing damn well thisreally isa dangerous game. Because if she starts something, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop her. Hell,stop myself.

She steps closer, raising the mask to my face and securing it. The world goes slightly dark, the eye holes only allowing a limited view of her through the fabric. I can vaguely make out her form, and that’s about it.

Everything suddenly becomes more focused, more intimate. And my body goes on high alert.

“Better?” she murmurs, her fingers brushing against my jawline, and sending shivers straight through me.

“Depends on your definition of'better,’” I reply, my voice huskier than intended.

She chuckles softly. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” I answer without hesitation.

She takes that as an affirmation as she grabs my hand, leading me somewhere beyond the dining room. When we arrive at her destination, she pushes me gently so I take a seat.

My senses heighten further, thanks to the limited vision the mask provides and this line we seem to be treading.

Lily moves behind me, her fingertips ghosting over my shoulders as she leans down. “Close your eyes,” she whispers.

“You know I can’t really see you.” I chuckle.

She places a fingertip to my mouth, cutting off any further teasing from me.

“Do it,” she commands.

Obliging her, I close my eyes and wait, trying desperately to settle my heart and what my body wants from her. I shift in my seat and think calming thoughts. Not that they help one little bit.

Then I hear the soft rustle of fabric, and the clink of glass. A moment later, I feel something cool and soft against my lips. She drags it slowly from one side to the other, teasing against my lower lip. I open my mouth slightly, tasting a rich, decadent chocolate, followed by the sweet tang of a berry.

Fuck. Me.

I moan softly at the taste and the unexpected intimacy of the moment. I had no idea how sexy something like this could be.

She leans down, her breath warm against my ear. “Tell me this doesn’t affect you.”

I swallow hard. “I can’t.”

She lets out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating through the charged space between us. “Good.”

I reach out, searching for her, and when my hands find the soft curve of her waist, I pull her gently in front of me.

“Now what?” I ask, the challenge implicit.

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