The grand ballroom pulsed with dim candlelight. Masks hid identities. Sophia adjusted her lace half-mask, the crimson dress hugging her body like a second skin. Her husband was away on business. Tonight she was just a masked stranger craving release.
A tall man in a sleek black mask approached, his suit tailored to perfection. Broad shoulders, confident stride. He offered his hand without a word. Sophia took it. They danced close, his palm sliding low on her back, fingers brushing the curve of her ass.
“You’re dangerous in that dress,” he murmured, voice deep and smooth. “I’ve been watching you since you walked in.”
Sophia pressed closer, feeling the growing bulge against her hip. “Then stop watching and do something about it.”
His hand tightened. He guided her through the crowd toward
