Masked Desires by Elizabeth Coldwell Page A

after she started working for him. And don’t get me wrong, he’s a decent guy. But he’s safe, conservative. I mean, I can’t ever see him doing anything like fucking her up against a window with the drapes open.’
    I blushed, the memory flooding back of how it had felt to have my breasts pressed against the cold glass as Eddie’s cock pistoned into me hard from behind. Eddie was right; Phillip didn’t strike me as the type to initiate any kind of wild monkey sex.
    ‘And I think there’s a part of Heather that sees me having all this fun, never thinking about settling down, and realises what she’s missed out on – and she resents me for it. That’s why she likes to make trouble for me, whether she’s aware of it or not. You know, it’s not all been bad, because I think she may have driven away a couple of chicks who might have spelled trouble for me down the line in one way or another.’ Eddie’s voice dropped, and he stared at his hands, as though not quite sure how to phrase his next statement. ‘But I’m really, really hoping her bitterness hasn’t driven you away from me, because I look at you, and I start to think that settling down, and getting to know another person just as well as I know myself, might not be such a bad thing after all.’
    ‘Eddie, I don’t know what to say.’ Everything was beginning to make more sense, but I still wasn’t convinced I hadn’t ruined everything by leaving his room at the Mallory the way I had.
    He took my hand, clutched it to his chest, close to his heart. ‘Say you feel the same way I do. Say you could see yourself spending more than one night with me.’
    I couldn’t speak, could only nod. I’d feared that Eddie had been swept away by the excitement of the situation, and that in the cold light of morning he’d remember he’d only wanted me to play a temporary part. Now I knew he wanted more than that, I could give myself to him without reservation.
    His mouth came down on mine, and the way he smiled made me wonder if he could taste frosting on my lips. We kissed for long moments, growing short of breath as our tongues battled and explored. Eddie’s hands reached into the front of my robe, moving over the contours of my breasts, my nipples stiffening at his touch as I moaned into his mouth. I let him push the robe off my shoulders completely, unbelting it so it fell open. He didn’t even bother to remove his jacket, just got down before me on the floor, spreading my legs wide to give him access to my pussy. Being so naked and open before him filled me with a strange mixture of vulnerability and power, and I couldn’t resist stroking a lazy finger along my crease, hearing Eddie’s tortured groan as I touched where he so clearly wanted to. He grabbed my hand, putting it to his lips and licking it clean, then bent to run his tongue over my sex lips, tasting the dewy moisture that had gathered there. His hot breath sighed at the entrance to my cunt, and I could only moan and clutch fistfuls of his hair, holding him in place as he lapped away.
    When he briefly darted his tongue inside me, wreaking glorious havoc with the sensitive places there, I gripped at the edges of my robe and squealed in pleasure. If he never stopped licking me out, it would be too soon. Heather might be a royal pain in the ass, driven by her own selfish agenda, but by insisting that Eddie attend the Masquerade Ball and take a partner with him, she had inadvertently brought us together.
    Marvelling at the bizarre way things worked out sometimes, I surrendered to the power of Eddie’s tongue work, lost in an orgasm that made colours dance behind my tightly shut eyelids. When I opened my eyes again, it was to see Eddie stripping out of his tux.
    ‘You taste so good,’ he said, ‘but I really need to be inside you.’ As he spoke, he was kicking off his shoes, easing down his underwear. Again, once he was naked he went hunting for a condom in the folds of his wallet, coming up