LOGINShe hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."
View MoreSunday, October 8th, 8:32 a.m.The Sunday morning light filtered through the curtains of the spare bedroom. She stretched languidly, feeling oddly refreshed despite the confrontation with Riley. She had locked the door last night to make sure he hadn't tried to join her.Something new had started for her last night at The Velvet Room, meeting Sir. She wasn't sure she would have felt the same with any stranger… there was just something about him.Just thinking about him sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. His commanding presence, the way he'd looked at her as if he could see past all her masks to the woman beneath. The promise in his eyes when he'd invited her back tonight.Honey checked her phone… three more missed calls from Riley and a text:Riley: We need to talk when you get up.He'd sent it over an hour ago. She had put her phone on silent before going to sleep last night.She ignored it, slipping out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. After a long, hot shower, she dri
Saturday, October 7th, 11:27 p.m.Back in her apartment, Honey pulled out her phone to check it, seeing eight missed calls, four voice messages, and three text messages, all from Riley.Riley: Where are you? Thought you'd be home by now.Riley: Why are you not answering your phone?Riley: It's 11 PM where are you?That told her he had also called the house number. The light flashing on the bedside extension confirmed it.She ignored the voice messages, tossing her phone onto the bed. Then she stood before the mirror, examining herself with new eyes… not critical, as she had been, since Riley had worn down her self-esteem.Her body was beautiful. Desirable. Worthy of the attention Sir had promised.A notification sound drew her attention back to her phone. A text from Riley: I'm coming home. We need to talk. You had better be there when I walk through the front door.Honey's first instinct was panic, followed quickly by resolve. Let him come. Let him find her changed; that's what Sir h
She met his intense gaze."I could give you that. Tonight. Just a taste of what it means to surrender." His voice was deep, hypnotic. "Nothing beyond what you're comfortable with. We stay fully clothed if that's what you want. But I would take control, and you would follow my lead. Would you like that?"Honey's breath caught in her throat. This was why she'd come here…to explore, to discover, and mostly, to feel. Something about this man, this stranger who called himself Sir, made her feel safe despite the inherent risk."Yes," she said, surprising herself with the steadiness of her voice. "I would like that very much."His smile was slow, predatory, yet somehow reassuring. "Then from this moment, you'll do as I say. You'll address me as Sir. If anything becomes too much, you say 'retreat,' and it stops immediately. Is that clear?""Yes, Sir.""Stand up."Honey rose to her feet, her legs slightly unsteady. Sir remained seated, looking up at her with an expression of measured approval.
The deep voice startled her. Honey looked up to see a tall man in an elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with no tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin."Is it that obvious?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt.He smiled, a flash of straight white teeth that contrasted with his dark mask. "You have that look of someone taking mental notes rather than simply experiencing it."Something about his presence commanded attention, the way he stood, the smoky timbre of his voice. Honey felt a pull toward him that was both unsettling and exciting."May I?" He gestured to the empty space beside her on the chaise.She hesitated only briefly. "Yes."He sat with an easy grace, maintaining a respectful distance. "What brings you to The Velvet Room?""Curiosity. Exploration." She paused, then added honestly, "Frustration."That earned another smile. "That's a very
"I'm Madam V, the owner of The Velvet Room." She extended her hand, which Honey shook firmly. "We're pleased you've chosen to explore with us. If you'll follow me, we'll conduct your final interview in private."Honey followed her through a doorway into a comfortable office space. Unlike the dimly lit reception area, this room was brightly illuminated, furnished with a modern desk and plush chairs."Please, have a seat," Madam V gestured to one of the chairs. "Would you like a drink? Water? Wine?""Water, please," Honey replied, her mouth suddenly dry.As Madam V poured from a crystal decanter, Honey took in her surroundings. The office was designed to put potential members at ease, nothing too intimidating or overtly sexual. The only indication of the establishment's true nature was a framed photograph on the wall: a black and white image of a masked couple in an intimate embrace, tastefully artistic."Your application was quite interesting," Madam V said, handing Honey the water bef
"Can't confirm that yet, but I would say yes, at a guess."Honey closed the folder, her mind racing. If Brittany was pregnant with Riley's child, it sealed it for him. The prenup was iron-clad, and these photos provided ample evidence of infidelity without the pregnancy as the last nail in his coffin.She had wanted children with Riley when they had first married. But he had wanted to wait. Then last year, he had talked about having a baby… It had been she who had said she wasn't ready. She wanted babies, but the thought of it at that moment had made her feel unsettled."I need to move quickly," she said finally.Ben nodded. "I've got enough for the prenup already. The cameras you installed might catch more, but legally, what I have is sufficient. I have signed statements from witnesses who have seen them together.""I'll contact a divorce attorney on Monday," Honey decided. She would need to cool her heels over the weekend, but her marriage was over. She no longer saw herself as marr






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