The reserved intellect.
The handsome boy next door.
The wealthy yoga instructor.
He’s also the guy haunted by the mysterious woman who gave him the best sex of his life, yet refused to give him her name. With his bombshell no more than a memory, he does what any normal, sexually frustrated man would do ─ he returns to Indulgence.
At Indulgence, a yearly, invitation only, New Year’s Eve erotic masquerade party, Brix can shed his typical persona for one night, and be anyone he wants to be. Lucky for him, the women at Indulgence don’t require conversation. They simply want hardcore sex. But when his past sneaks into his fantasy, can he cope with reality or will he walk away from pure satisfaction?
All around me, tiny clusters of people huddled together, laughing, chatting, and enjoying themselves. I glanced around, watching the wild and excited groups conversing. Not that I was eavesdropping, Nanna would’ve disapproved, but I did rather enjoy listening to them retell their sexual exploits. I relished in the idea that none of them could add to their list that they’d just walked away from the best sex of their lives and would never look back. I propped my elbows on the bar and watched as a pretty, petite bartender with seductive curves made her rounds down the line. In the traditional garb of an old barkeep, the young woman wore garters around her arms and a bowler hat on her head. A white mask pressed into her caramel mocha skin, covering down to her button nose. Her plump lips were painted black, adding a dramatic effect to her ensemble. She glanced in my direction, smiled and lifted a finger to signal to me she’d be with me soon. I spread my lips in a confident grin and graced her with a wink. She cocked her head to the side, her eyebrow shooting up over her mask against the hat. That expression alone caused me to laugh. That’s right, sweetheart. I’m flirting with you.
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