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outside.
    “Do you like that?”
    “Yes, don’t stop.”
    Increasing his tempo, he plunged deeper inside her, harder, faster, clutching her hips while driving with desperate force into her. Whimpering with delight, she pushed against him in blissful swaying motion. Happy to be dominated by him, Tawny held her ass in the air while he pounded her hard from behind. He gripped her shoulders, pushing them down as he pumped, and she shuddered with each slamming thrust.
    His fingers trailed down her arms, gripping her wrists. “You like giving me control?”
    “Yes.” Her body was ablaze with rippling waves of glorious contractions.
    “What do you want?”
    “I want you to come inside me.”
    “Oh yeah, I’m gonna explode so deep inside you.”
    He impaled her willing body and she arched her back, tilting her pelvis as he slammed into her, sending a shockwave of ecstasy through her core. She came screaming out with bliss.
    He continued driving even faster into her taut, swollen flesh. In one final climactic instant, his harsh growl of masculine satisfaction filled the air.
    “Oh fuck, you’re amazing.” His pace slowed, with long, deep thrusts, shuddering as his hands gripped her wrists. Finally, he collapsed onto her.
    Tawny quivered beneath him as residual tremors jerked through her body.
     
    ***
     
    The squawking of seagulls sounded closer. Tawny opened her eyes in surprise for a moment, until she realized where she was. The disheveled mound of blankets had been strewn over the floor, one thin satin cover draped lightly over her body. She strained her eyes against the growing light that beamed through fractured stained glass.
    The empty champagne glasses and bottle sat on the table alongside the half-eaten strawberries and chocolate and the faint odor of candle smoke still lingered in the air.
    A brief stretch of her limbs revealed the stiffness in her back and thighs. They had made love into the early morning light before she’d fallen asleep in his arms.
    Tawny rolled over, patting down the empty blankets and pillow beside her. Her remarkable conquest had vanished. It hadn’t occurred to her that one-night arrangement didn’t speak to what would happen when morning would come. With a sigh, she curled up, hugging his pillow as waves of self-conscious inhibitions returned.
    “Did you sleep well, darling?” a rough voice called from across the room.
    Startled, Tawny sat up, clutching the pillow against her chest. “You’re still here.” She released a half relieved sigh.
    “Yes, I am, but I’m not the one with the history of taking off without saying good-bye—Tawny.”
    “What? How did you know my n—”
    “I know everything about you.” Holding up a scrap of lavender and black lace, he glared at her with hatred shooting from his eyes.
    Sometime while she slept, he had removed her disguise.
    “What? How?” Tawny stood up, wrapping the blanket around her as panic surged through her. “How do you know me?”
    Her intimate masked stranger got up from his chair and walked toward her, staring her down with a fierce look. Clad in last night’s damp and disheveled costume, he approached her holding her lavender and lace attire in front of him with pursed lips. “How many guys have you dumped and crushed? You don’t realize who I am?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I don’t even know your name.”
    Without a word, he watched her through the almond shaped slits of his mask. Welled up tears began collecting at the red rims of his eyes as he clenched his teeth. He threw her mask on the floor at her feet.
    Tawny bent down, squatting as she worked to inhale through the pangs of fear. All strength had left her body. With a heavy hand, she reached to pick it up, and cringed when a second mask of black satin dropped beside her delicate disguise.
    Tawny collected the mask looking at it with regret. Tears began to seep from her eyes as she sniffed back the dripping moisture from her nose. His