Passion Tempted (Masquerade Part II)
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Authors: Emily Jane Trent
Discovery
Heather could hear the clinking of the glasses in the kitchen. Ryan was getting drinks. The evening was young, lovemaking still warming her. After arriving
at Ryan’s beautiful Beverly Hills home
, things
had
moved pretty fast. She smiled to think that she’d met Ryan only a couple of days ago.
Well, the word “
met
” doesn’t really describe it. She’d never seen him except on the big screen before the masquerade party, which proved much more exciting than she’d anticipated. An unexpected sexual interlude in the library turned out to be only a warm-up for the hour they’d just spent together in Ryan’s downstairs bedroom. Hot is the only way to describe it. Heather’s cheeks flushed.
Thumbing through Ryan’s upstairs closet she grabbed a denim shirt. Yes, that would do. She could wear it for the moment over her bra and panties. Putting her suit back on would ruin the mood. She giggled to think how professionally she’d dressed to come to Ryan’s home and discuss the painting he’d commissioned. Hanging on the wall between the glass and wood wine cabinets, it would be the centerpiece of his wine cellar.
Turning to check out her looks in the floor mirror across the room, an open desk drawer caught her eye. Glossy photos were stuffed haphazardly with corners sticking out. Interest drew her to the photos. Ryan was a top male star right now. This should be interesting.
A news article was clipped to one of the color photos. The woman with Ryan in the photo was utterly gorgeous. Spain or Latin America came to mind. She had long dark hair, deep brown eyes with long sexy lashes. Immediately, Heather recognized the famous female movie star. The photo may have been at the Academy Awards from the look of the dress. “Christina
Levain
- Wears Oscar de la
Renta
On The
Red Carpet,” the caption read. It was a floor length satin, flesh-colored strapless gown with huge ruffles at the bottom. It clung suggestively to Christina
Levain’s
flawless curves.
The words in the article penetrated Heather’s conscious mind, making her feel suddenly dizzy. “Ryan Spencer Blake
To
Wed Christina
Levain
,” the idea ripped her heart out with such sudden, devastating emotion. In less than a second, the thought that it couldn’t be true was eclipsed by the fact that it was in the newspaper, so had to be true.
The photo
with the
article slipped from her hand. She stared at it, crushed with the realization that Ryan belonged to another woman. Tears streamed down her checks, her hands trying to brush them away. Desperately, she sought escape.
Ryan had put on some music. He’d soon start to wonder where she was. Panic gripped her. She couldn’t face him, unable to describe her emotions. Angry and heartbroken, she couldn’t think right now. Grabbing her clothes, she awkwardly slipped her feet into her pumps and raced to the hall and out the front door without looking back.
Luckily, her driver was still waiting. She didn’t bother to explain her attire, just opened the door and fell into the back seat, sobbing. “Take me home, right now please,” she choked out between sobs. She
experienced momentary
relief as
soon as
the Mercedes began to roll
away, down the long driveway
.
Stupid didn’t begin to describe how she felt. Ryan Spencer Blake was a famous, desirable bachelor. Of course, he would marry Christina
Levain
. She marveled at how she missed that across all
the tabloids. Painting had absorbed her in recent months. It’s a wonder she knew anything going on in the world.
All she could do was cry. There’s no way she could compete with a beauty like Christina, someone who would fit in with Ryan’s life. The hurt was magnified because he’d seduced her, knowing he was already engaged. It was so unfeeling, uncaring.
The passion they’d shared together was the knife that drove the heartache deep within her. It seemed so good, so right. But it was a lie.
Frustration
Ryan wondered what was taking Heather so long. He’d given her time to freshen up. True, he did ravage her. A pride swelled in his chest recalling the pleasure he’d given her not long before. And Ryan’s own pleasure and release, long awaited, had been completely satisfying. Although, he noticed that he was already hard again. Just thinking of Heather, her passion, hardened his cock.
Seeking out his new love, he went to his upstairs bedroom. The closet door was open but the room was cold and quiet. “Heather?” He called out to her. Then, something on the rug caught his eye and his heart skipped a beat.
No, it couldn’t be. He lifted the photo and article from the floor, standing in stunned silence. Frustration engulfed him.
“Heather!” He shouted her name over and over, racing from room to room. Then, he knew. Of course, she left. He walked slowly to the front door, dreading what he knew he’d find. Looking out, he saw that the limo was gone and Heather was gone with it.
Damn It!
Ah, the pain that ripped through his heart. He couldn’t lose her, not Heather. He may be out of chances. It seemed that the harder he tried, the more he blew it, and now, this.
If only Heather would listen but he wasn’t sure that she would. The timing made this even worse. Given different circumstances, it wouldn’t have been quite so bad.
“Heather, Heather,” he whispered. Maybe he wasn’t good for her. All he seemed to do was upset her, time after time. Maybe the kindest action would be to leave her alone. Yet, Ryan knew
,
even as the thought crossed his mind
,
that he’d never be able to do that. His cock pressed firmly against his jeans, indisputable arousal that only Heather could satisfy.
Tears
He’s a fake, that’s all there is to it, Heather thought. But she couldn’t put him out of her mind. Her body ached for him, his scorching hot touch.
Her apartment seemed emptier than ever. Sleep eluded her. All night she’d hugged her pillow and sobbed. Even then, she’d ached for him, desire pressing against her excited clit. The pain was intolerable.
At least she wasn’t planning to go to the office today so nobody would see her swollen red eyes and ask questions. She couldn’t face questions.
The chimes of the doorbell echoed through the room reminding her that she’d agreed to have lunch with Jenna today. Her trusted friend was a welcome sight. Heather didn’t realize what a mess she really was, until she started sobbing again uncontrollably, trying to explain to Jenna why she didn’t feel like going to lunch today.
“Hey, Heather, don’t worry. We can do lunch another time. Tell me what happened, please. I want to hear everything.” Jenna sat Heather down on the sofa and handed her some tissue.
“I hardly know where to start,” Heather blubbered. She saw the crease in Jenna’s forehead and took a deep breath. She proceeded to recount last night’s events, slowly, between sobs and dabbing her eyes. Jenna’s eyes widened at the pure romance of the story, even though Heather didn’t give graphic details.
But the crease in her forehead deepened when Heather described making her earth shatt
ering discovery. Jenna was quietly
shaking her head.
“This doesn’t make sense.” Jenna stood to pace back and forth, rubbing her temple. “I feel so horrible for you, that you had to go through that.”
Heather looked down at the floor. “I can’t see him again. He’ll destroy me. I don’t seem able to resist him.” She buried her eyes in a fresh Kleenex.
Both girls jumped when the doorbell rang again. “Are you expecting anyone?” Jenna was already walking toward the fro
nt door
.
“Nobody else, just you.”
Heather shook her head.
“Who is it?” Heather asked. Jenna had her eye against the peephole. Suddenly, she jumped back. “It’s him.”
“Ryan?” Heather gasped.
Explanation
Jenna slipped out the door and Ryan barged in. “You have to listen to me, Heather. Let me explain, please. I’ve been up all night.”
Heather was hardly presentable. She could just imagine her puffy eyes. And she was dressed, b
arely, in a thin satin robe
. Ryan looked dashing as usual. She felt excitement flood through her just looking at his biceps. He wore a short-sleeved polo shirt with his washed jeans.
Ryan saw the distress Heather couldn’t hide and felt even worse. Her soft blond curls were held up in a clip. She looked deliciously disheveled.
“You’re engaged?” The words just came out before she could think.
“No, not really.”
He took her hand and pulled her to the sofa.
“It’s kind of a long story. I don’t suppose you’d just trust me.” The look on Heather’s face was dist
racting. She should hate me, he
thought. Yet, there was a look in her eyes that he’d come to know in just this short time. Ryan felt the lust consuming him, being this close to her. He had to fix this mess.
“Let’s just say that in my business, there are pressures. Publicity is a big deal.” Ryan combed his hand through his hair.
“So, you are going to marry her?” Heather moved away from Ryan, leaning further back on the cushion behind her. Looking at Ryan’s anxiety pulled at her heart but she tried to stay strong.
“No. Believe me when I tell you that I’m not. We’ve gone out. We were seen together. The tabloids went crazy. That’s nothing unusual. The big story is our engagement. But there is no engagement. Christina must have leaked something to the press.”
“Do you love her?” Heather’s voice was so quiet she barely heard it herself. She took in his muscled chest and shoulders, the ache for him starting deep inside her.
Ryan looked at her with his piercing gray-green eyes and just kept looking at her. Heather felt the heat spreading through her core. She began not caring what Ryan sa
id, as long as he was with her.
Last night’s torture told her that she needed him, badly, whether he was good for her or not.
“No. I don’t love her.” Ryan felt his dick harden as he looked into Heather’s eyes. Neither spoke.
Heather felt weak and looked down, clinging to her last second of restraint. Ryan reached out, pulling her suddenly close to him, with his hand behind her back. As she slid on the sofa, the silk robe came open. He realized that she had nothing under it. His heart skipped a beat.
Heather had no strength to resist. She was crazy for him, out of her depth. The wetness between her legs betrayed her again. Ryan’s lips on hers, pressing into a hard, almost desperate kiss, pushed her over the edge. She clung to him, grabbing his hair, stroking his hard neck and shoulders.
Ryan moaned as he kissed her. He had one hand behind her head as if to hold her to him, so she couldn’t escape. His tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, stroking her tongue, loving her. His other hand found her moist vagina. He felt the outer lips and tangled his fingers briefly in the sparse public hair.
“Heather, baby,” he gasped as he pulled back from a kiss and began to lick down her neck to her lovely, firm breasts. His possessiveness pushed her closer to orgasm. She felt the urge to have him deep inside her. His mouth tenderly sucked first one nipple, then the other. He licked her delicious, flawless
skin. Heather’s soft moan excited him and he bit lightly at each hard pink nipple, feeling the tiny darts harden in response.
Heather spread her legs invitingly, responding to Ryan’s hand on her exposed sex. Without hesitation, his two fingers slid into the wet opening. Heather felt his thumb massage her clit, ever so slowly at first, driving her insane, wanting more. She kissed his neck, breathing deeply of his scent. Sex caused him to smell so erotic. Male sex engulfed her senses.
Ryan’s thumb now stroked her clit insistently. She arched her back, her head tilting back, offering her breasts to Ryan’s tongue. He swirled his tongue around a nipple and her eyes closed in pleasure. He leaned her back until she was
laying
on the sofa and quickly undid his jeans, slipping off his loafers and taking the pants off. Heather looked at him through glazed eyes, noticing that he wore tight briefs. He yanked them down, his dick springing out, exposed to her.