Getting Laid
Rhea
The heat in my body was like a wild animal clawing at my insides.
The back corridor of the tavern was too loud, tight, and way too close to the crowd. Every single touch from the masked stranger felt like a drop of cool water on a scorching desert. I couldn't even think.
Well, I didn't want to think.
"Get me out of here," I gasped against his neck, my fingers digging through his hair, knocking his silver masquerade mask slightly. I didn't care to look at what was underneath. I just needed the burning to stop.
The stranger didn't say a word. He let out a low, rough growl that vibrated straight through his chest into mine. His large hands gripped my waist with an iron strength, lifting me easily as he guided me out the back exit of the tavern.
The cold night air hit
