Masquerade (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 1) by Victoria Vale Page A

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.

Chapter Ten
     
    Camden peered over Maggie’s shoulder at the full-length mirror resting just across the room. When he’d come behind her, he’d caught their reflection in the glass and had thought to undress her before it, watching her body revealed inch by slow inch.
    Then she’d admitted to fantasizing about him—no, not just imagining herself with him, but pleasuring herself to the thoughts. The admission had sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to his cock, causing the organ to throb painfully. He’d wanted to carry her to the bed, lay her down, and fuck her until he’d fulfilled every one of her fantasies and desires. More than that, at the moment, he wanted to see her slender fingers teasing her body into readiness for him.
    Eyes closed and head resting against his chest, she reached up and pulled down her chemise, causing her breasts to bounce free. His throat constricted, tightening in response to the sight of those luscious tits. One hand came up to cradle the left breast tentatively, and his breath caught and held, anticipation causing his mouth to go dry. He parted his lips, wetting them with this tongue, his eyes fixated on her reflection as she pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
    His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her more fully against him and pressing his erection against her bottom.
    The evidence of his arousal seemed to embolden her. She brought her hand up to the other breast, toying with both nipples now, rolling them between her fingers. She moaned, her hands kneading and massaging, her lips parted and her cheeks flushing with pleasure.
    He fisted the skirt of her chemise, lifting it. She assisted him, removing one hand from her breast. Once the skirt had been pulled to her waist, she deftly untied the string holding her drawers over her hips and allowed them to fall, before stepping quickly out of them. His eyes lowered to the exposed triangle of sable curls between her legs, watching her searching fingers find their way there. His hands clenched the fabric of her chemise tightly, trembling as he watched her slender fingers slide between her nether lips. She moved in slow, rhythmic circles, stroking the hidden pearl concealed within. His breath became rapid; he fought for control. It took all of his will to keep from bending her over and ramming into her from behind.
    Watching her reflection, he imagined his own hand where hers was now, stroking her sweet, silky folds and coaxing a surge of moisture from deep within. He contented himself with palming one of the breasts she’d abandoned in her exploration, kneading it and tweaking the stiff peak of her nipple. Her lips parted on a shrill cry, her fingers quickening between her thighs. He held her tight against him, not daring to take his eyes off the mirror for even a second. Her reflection captured and held him entranced.
    “You look so beautiful, Maggie,” he whispered in her ear. He tasted her earlobe, taking it between his lips and suckling. She moaned again, her hips bucking against his and causing his member to twitch with want. “Open your eyes and look at yourself, love. See how magnificent you are.”
    Her eyelids drooped heavy over eyes glazed with desire, their dark chocolate pools focused on the reflection before her. Christ, how could he have been in the same room with