Behind the Masque

By Sophie Mouette

What Francesca desires: the Lucchese Star—sixty carats of sapphire, as big as your fist.

 

What Francesca needs: to distract the security guard while her partner lifts the sapphire.

 

What Francesca craves: a mind-melting orgasm from the talented tongue and hands of the security guard.

 

What Francesca gets: not what she expected….

 

"Behind the Masque" originally appeared in Sex With Strangers (Black Lace Books, 2007).

 

Author of the 4-star (Romantic Times) novel Cat Scratch Fever, Out of the Frying Pan, and Possessed, Undressed, and in a Mess, as well as many short stories, Sophie Mouette is the brainchild of two widely published authors of erotica, romance, and speculative fiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Little Kisses Press
• Release date: Jun 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386343745

Sophie Mouette

Author of the 4-star (Romantic Times) novel Cat Scratch Fever, Out of the Frying Pan, Possessed, Undressed, and in a Mess, and many short stories, Sophie Mouette is the brainchild of two widely published authors of erotica, romance, and speculative fiction.The two halves of Sophie—Dayle A. Dermatis (aka Andrea Dale) and Teresa Noelle Roberts—met more than two decades ago at a writers’ conference. Talking nonstop, they closed down the hotel bar and went somewhere else to keep on talking. Although they’ve always lived on opposite sides of the country (and for a few years, on opposite sides of the Atlantic), they’ve remained very close friends, and it was only natural that they should start writing together as well.Visit SophieMouette.com for more information.

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Behind the Masque

Behind the Masque

Sophie Mouette

Little Kisses Press

Contents

About This Book

Behind the Masque

Out of the Frying Pan

Out of the Frying Pan

Chapter 1

Cat Scratch Fever

Cat Scratch Fever

Cat Scratch Fever excerpt

Also by Sophie Mouette

About the Author

About This Book

What Francesca desires: the Lucchese Star—sixty carats of sapphire, as big as your fist.

What Francesca needs: to distract the security guard while her partner lifts the sapphire.

What Francesca craves: a mind-melting orgasm from the talented tongue and hands of the security guard.

What Francesca gets: not what she expected….

Behind the Masque

This was it. Tonight. The biggest job of our short but so far quite illustrious career.

The Lucchese Star. Sixty carats of sapphire, as big as your fist. Makes your mouth water just looking at it. Makes you think of Caribbean seas, the summer you were ten, the eyes of the lover that got away.

Inside my turquoise doeskin gloves, my palms itched. They didn’t sweat, not a drop; I wasn’t nervous. It was all about the anticipation, baby. The lead-up. The foreplay.

George and I made a good team. I wouldn’t go so far to say he was the brawn and I was the brain, but it shook down kind of like that. He had the most amazing hands—steady, delicate. He knew exactly how, when, and where to touch, to coax out the exact response he wanted. No safe, no security system, no alarm could resist his ministrations. Powerless beneath his touch.

Kind of like a woman.

Oh, yes, George could use those hands to work magic on me. Bring me to helpless, shuddering orgasms long into the night.

Problem was, when we were getting ready for a job, George eschewed sex. Distracted him, he said. Put him off his game. He needed to be focused.

Which left me more than a little on edge, if you know what I mean.

My outfit tonight didn’t help that one bit. The custom-made corset fit me like a lover’s hands, molding against my waist, urging my breasts up to pillow enticingly. My hard nipples rubbed against my fine silk underdress just at the line of my corset. Teasing. Taunting.

George might have been the one to cajole the secrets from a coded alarm system, but I was the one who got us in place. He always said I could talk my way in to, or out of, anything.

I glanced down at my enticingly displayed décolletage. I could talk the talk, but the girls helped, too.

I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been pulled over for speeding, only to drive away without a ticket. I can convince the proprietor of a swanky shop that I really did buy this item, but I lost the receipt, and I honestly do deserve a refund. I can charm the fur off a mountain lion, as