Masquerade by Victoria Vale
Genre: Erotic, Historical Romance, Regency
While attending a scandalous Vauxhall
Gardens masquerade, Margaret finds herself in the duke’s arms. His promise of a
night of pleasure is tempting, but is it worth it when Avonleah is a known rake
notorious for his short attention span and avoidance of marriage?
Camden Rycroft is intrigued by the masked
vixen he encounters in the Gardens. After one night with her leaves him hungry
for more, his desire for her turns into a fiery obsession. Despite the scandal
that could ensue from their affair, he finds himself unable to extract himself
from a situation destined to end in pain. When faced with
losing Margaret to a potential husband, will he rise to the occasion, or risk living
without her?
“You
must know how many hearts you’ve stolen just by walking into a room. Many a
night, I have watched you take a lady into your arms to waltz with her and
wished I could be her. To be so close to you, moving together … to know your
scent and your touch …” She paused, realizing she’d said far too much.
Camden
circled behind her, placing his hands upon her shoulders. His lips brushed the
back of her neck and she shivered.
“I
cannot deny knowing you have watched me from afar all this time does not bring
me pleasure, Maggie,” he murmured, his lips tracing a path toward her ear.
“When you watched me with those women, did you wonder if there was more to our
association than a simple waltz would suggest?”
She
nodded in response, unable to speak when he nibbled on her neck, teasing the
most deliciously sensitive spot just beneath her ear.
“You
wondered if any of them would accompany me home, didn’t you? You thought about
what I did to them.”
She
groaned as he took the shell of her ear between his teeth.
“Yes,”
she sighed. “I did.”
“How
did you feel when you thought about it—when you imagined all the wicked things
I did to those other ladies?”
His
hands worked at the buttons running down her back, sliding them loose one by
one, opening her gown.
“Jealous,”
she admitted.
He
gripped the sleeves of her gown and pulled, lowering it to the floor to pool
around her feet. His hands took her waist and he pulled her against him, his
lips trailing along her shoulder.
“Did
you fantasize about me, Maggie? Did you wonder what it would be like to be one
of them?”
“I
did,” she said, her voice low and husky. “At night, alone in my bed, I closed
my eyes and tried to imagine what it was like to be with you.”
“Oh,
Maggie,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement and mock horror. “Never say
you were ever so naughty.”
She
giggled, bit her lower lip, and leaned back against him, resting her head on
his chest. “I was.”
“You
touched yourself when you thought about me, didn’t you?” One of his hands slid
across her stomach, lowering slowly toward the apex of her thighs. “Did you
pleasure yourself to fantasies of me?”
He
cupped her mons, his fingers massaging gently and drawing moisture from her
core.
“Yes,”
she gasped, her voice strained as he continued to tease her. “Yes, I did.”
“Show
me,” he whispered, removing his hand.
She
groaned in agitation, wishing for his touch again. Yet, he seemed to be waiting
for her to fulfill his command.
“Show
me how you pleasured yourself, Maggie,” he said, his voice a bit rougher this
time—a demand she dared not refuse. Not if she wished for more of the pleasure
he could give her.
Victoria Vale has written over two dozens Romance and Young Adult novels under
various pseudonyms. As a lover of erotic romance, she enjoys nothing more than
a sexy hero paired with a sassy heroine, flavored with a dash of spice and lots
of heat. A wife and mother of three, she enjoys reading (of course), cooking,
sewing … and other activities that aren’t appropriate for inclusion in a
biography.
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