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As a celebrated adult film star made infamous for breathing life into the literary hero's of popular romance fiction, Marco Luna is the embodiment of female fantasies come to life. His business is passion, sex and desire. But love? Love is t...
For one night only, Paris, the City of Light and Love was also the city of Sin.
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Virgins & Vixens Valentine's Day event promised to be the hottest party anywhere with an impressive DJ line-up alongside the best of the adult entertainment industry from around the globe.
Standing in the steamy night club, Vinessa Hillis was surrounded by nearly naked men and lingerie clad women wearing wispy bits of lace or silk, some painted to glow-in-the-dark or dusted in nothing but glitter.
Not that it bothered her to be partying with porn stars.
Though vastly inexperienced, she was far from a prude. Vinessa recognized more than a few of the faces in attendance and envied their sensual confidence. This solo trip to the beating heart of France was about breaking out of her shell. Of self discovery and starting over. Of taking a chance. And she had come out tonight with that game plan in mind.
Two years was a long time to be alone. To go untouched. Unloved. Undesired. Now she was ready to put the past behind her. To open up herself up to intimacy, both emotional and physical, to take the first, tremulous step toward something unknown and new. Into her future. To do so on a day centered on love in a city known for sweeping romance was not only appropriate to Vinessa's mind, but almost poetic.
Phone vibrating within her clutch, taking it out, she unlocked the screen and smiled at a new message from her best friend, Caryn:
You better be getting laid tonight
Call me in the morning
Love you
Then she saw him. And her heart lurched to a stop before galloping back to life in the cage of her ribs. Rattling between her lungs, making it hard to think. To breathe.
She'd seen him a thousand times on screen, and he'd always had this staggering effect.
Marco Luna stood, bracing a wall of glass, his gaze skimming over the dance floor from the private terrace of the VIP lounge. She'd known that tonight had drawn out the industries elite, but she hadn't expected to see him. The man who'd occupied her steamiest, most sensual fantasies for the better part of two years.
Here. In the flesh.
And though far enough that Vinessa couldn't get a clear visual of his face, she would know him even with her eyes closed. From the way he moved, to the casual lines of his muscular body poised just so—there was no mistaking him with anyone.
He was one of a kind. A marvel of masculine perfection that could never be replicated or imitated.
Throat dry, palms clammy, she released a single, trembling breath as one of the hostesses descended from the lounge and approached the bar. Topless and wearing gold lacquered shorts, her exposed skin painted with swirling metallic strokes of colour to imitate writhing flames of passion.
