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Chapter 1

Mary

My knees nearly buckle. Chris. I freeze as his warm breath tickles my ear.

“Found you,” he says.

The club pulses with a manic energy, the bass thumping through my bones. Slowly, I turn to face the navy blue mask I had searched for all night.

I stare into his eyes, the party crowd surrounding us blurring and the music fading to a distant hum.

In this moment, it’s just him and me.

“Chris?”

His answering smile is dazzling. “In the flesh.”

I face my best friend, Gemma, forming two words with my lips, ‘It’s him’.

It’s really him.

She leans toward me. “I’ll go. If he tries anything weird, kick him in the balls.”

I entangle myself from Chris for a second, hugging her tight. “No need for that. Thanks for coming with me. Wish me luck!”

“You don’t need it.” She squeezes me tighter. “Now go get him.”

Gemma leaves for the bar, and I swirl around.

“Come with me.” Chris takes my hand, steers me to a more secluded area of the club, and stops in a corner.

I let my gaze drift over him. Dark hair, chiseled jawline, and intense blue eyes that seem to see right through me. My hands find his chest, fingers splaying across the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

His fingers trace the outline of my mask, his touch electrifying. “I’ve imagined this moment so many times. Finally, meeting you.”

I lean into his touch, craving more. “Me too. I can’t believe it’s really happening.”

“Believe it.” His thumb grazes my lower lip, parting them slightly.

After a year of pouring my heart out through texts, the man who knows me better than anyone is standing right in front of me.

“You’re stunning, like an angel. My angel,” he says.

I giggle. “And what are you, then?”

“The devil in disguise.” His other hand settles on my waist, bringing me closer.

I gasp at the sudden contact, my body molding perfectly to his.

“Tell me.” His lips hover above mine. “What do you want?”

You. The word echoes in my mind, but I’m too breathless to speak. Instead, I close the remaining distance between us, capturing his mouth with mine.

He backs me against the wall, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that matches my own. His hands drop down to cup my ass, squeezing as he kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My hands fly up to his hair, playing with the soft strands. His lips taste like danger and desire, and I want more.

I arch into him with a moan, my body on fire.

He kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Do you feel what you do to me?”Kiss.“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”Kiss.

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