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Sexy Behind The Mask

Chapter 2 Get Out

Word Count: 1340    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

g just wasn't for him. He had wanted what his parents had with maybe a little extra spice. He viewed his parents' marriage as the ideal, after thirty-six ye

ng now he had never really known the w

pulled on her pants, not bothering with unde

ically ill. "Get out," he

ardened. "This

touch. "It's not. Not anymore. You f

m. Behind him, he heard Morgan calling his name, then hushed argument wi

and downed it in one swallow. The burn in his throat was a

one other than Tina? If she didn't see it as being with a woman as cheating maybe Tina was just the latest. How many had

ing around behind his back. With a woman she'd met at

slower this time. He needed to deal

uld hear them still tal

cusing instead on the am

ssed now, her dark hair smoothed back. She slung a designer bag

one who pursued me." She didn't soun

k up. "Get the fuc

ave joined us; I wouldn't ha

reply, only shudde

fell over her face, and she shrugged and headed toward t

sweater, her face flushed with anger. "Really, Gra

another person in our bed with you?" His voice remained low, cont

ou so upset. It's not lik

ght crush it in his hand if he didn't. "That's your d

rms, defiant. "Yo

ars. "You've been fucking someone else behind my back for our

nd I said you could join

er, suddenly needing distance between them.

as going t

r tenth anniversary?" He gestur

e you, Grayson. This thing w

"You don't know the first thing about lov

s not

rise. "What's not fair is making me believe you wanted the

nt those

ne you're c

e that with T

stop. I don't care how you just

culation replacing indignat

ant anything m

ched him, hips swaying slightly the way they did when she

t know you've be

his chest. "I made a mistake. I'll end th

g her. He didn't want her touchin

. "You're angry. I get it. But you're not

st. "You mean the life you've been underminin

ra

ment. "Take whatever's yours. Leave your key." He would be having the

r face. She had really believed she could change his mi

give a fuc

I suppos

" He turned away from her, pour

heavy. Then Morgan's voice, lower now,

ou mean this Grays

n't real." Ice coated his words now. "Pack your things and get out." It was the same ice that was encasing his heart. He had changed for her, in ways she wouldn't understand. But no

n seemed to think better of it. With a fin

t dull the sharp edges of betrayal or the hollow feeling spreading t

fucki

te suitcase, her makeup perfect despite the situat

door. "When you calm down, you'll realize what

espond, didn't e

behind her with

t to his security team to change the locks. The other to reinstate his

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“She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."”