A strong arm holds me tight across my breasts while a large palm sprawls over my stomach underneath my pajama top, pulling me against the massive force behind me that’s demanding entry.
The arm, the pressure, it all feels really damn good. My panties are soaking wet before I even rock my hips back, grinding my bottom against the hardness I need poking me just a little bit lower if I weren’t wearing any clothes…
My eagerness is rewarded with a deep masculine groan. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart.”
I open my eyes, more awake than if I had drunk all the coffee in a Starbucks. Inevergo home with a date or bring him back to my apartment, so how the hell did he get here?
Jumping out of bed, I scramble to open the top drawer of the nightstand where I keep my loaded gun. The muzzle is aiming toward the head of the bed before I even take in the face of the intruder.
It’s a handsome face that looks so damn smug I want to smack him or shoot him. He shows no visible fear at me pointing the weapon at him as he stretches his bare, muscular arms over his head, still grinning as he keeps his half-lidded eyes on me. “Morning regrets already?”
“I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you need to get out of my apartment.”
Not a single inch of his big, powerful body twitches. Why isn’t he moving? And how the hell did he end up in my bed?
“Did you drug me?” I ask, concluding that’d be the only way for me to forget the details of the night before. I remember being in the sexy club, fooling around with the masked man who saved my life, but nothing else. Well, nothing but screaming in pleasure until my throat grew sore…
“Did I drug you?” the stranger repeats, then scoffs with a roll of his dark eyes. “All I did was pull that stick out of your ass by giving you a few desperately needed orgasms.”
Flashes of images begin to assault my mind when he says ‘orgasms’.
Last night, I went to that stupid club in search of the handsy, masked man who saved my life, intending to thank him. And, as I expected, the guy was eager enough to accept my method of thanks with me on my knees.
With the mask on I felt empowered, like I could be someone else for a few hours with him. I could let go and be myself without fear of someone finding out and ruining my career. And after I gave him a blowjob, the roughest one I’ve ever endured, he went down on me multiple times in that damn swing. A sex swing! Did we fuck? No, I don’t feel sore between my legs,and based on his immense size, I know the masked guy. I, thankfully, didn’t have sex, since protection would have been the furthest thing from my mind.
Still, I don’t knowthis strange man, and I don’t remember how he got into my apartment. It could be my masked savior, but it’s hard to know for sure.
“You passed out after all the thrashing and screaming, so I brought you home and tucked you into bed,” he explains. “Your keys were in your purse, which I grabbed.”
I shake my head because I’ve never been so out of it that I wouldn’t remember being carried home.
“You’re the masked guard.”
He nods once.
Oh crap. And he knows my name. If he figures out who I am, the job I hold, all it would take is one word from his lips to screw me over. His lips remain twisted in a grin as he stares at me in that knowing way. Of course, I can’t look at his mouth without remembering how good it felt between my legs.
“You brought me home and just decided to crawl into bed with me?” Why does he look familiar now that his mask is off?
He huffs and shakes his head. “You still don’t know who I am, do you?”
How is he doing that, answering all my questions before I can even voice them?
“Don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll come to you soon enough,” he tells me with a wink and widening smirk.
And that’s when it hits me.
I’ve seen his face, that smirk in a photo. Not just any photo, but a mugshot.
“You’re a Ferraro!”
God, I’m an idiot. After being careful for so many years, one night may ruin my entire career. He knew who I was. This was all a fucking setup.
“You really should ask a man his name before you wrap your lips around his —”
My indignant gasp cuts him off as my arms shake, making the gun wobble.
I fooled around with a defendant!
