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Mid Week Tease - Hidden in Plain Sight

Welcome to my portion of Mid Week Tease! And thanks to author Sandra Bunino for creating and organizing such tempting fun.
Here's a little bit from 
The Good Sister: Part One
Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.

Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel. Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.

Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.

By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?
Be Warned: Voyeurism, anal sex, rimming, spanking, bondage, multiple partners.
Ashton reached out and untied the mask. Slowly, he revealed my face to him. The ribbon on the mask loosened. I closed my eyes and hoped he would not be disappointed in what he found beneath. I held my breath. The right side of the mask moved, lifted, but nothing about the removal was done in haste…
     The moment the mask was gone, he reached out and touched my face, palming my cheek. He touched me like I was precious, fragile, as if I would shatter like glass. I opened my eyes to see Lord Archer’s white eyes as they shifted into molten silver.
     “Trinity, my dove,” he whispered into my ear. The warmth of his breath gusted across my bare neck. “In all of my life I have never looked upon such flawless beauty. I assure you, if I were to die in this moment, I would know what heaven was by gazing upon your perfection.”
     I never imagined such words being spoken of me, to me. I was drawn to him, his eyes, his voice, and his words. I gazed up. Ashton’s face, his mouth, lingered scant inches from my mouth. He stroked my cheek, plucking sensations I’d never known from my skin. His thumb moved to the swell of my lips, his body shifted in closer to me. 
     God, I wanted to feel his mouth upon mine.
     The parlor room doors rattled. Someone was coming in. I pulled my body back, stiffly, then reached to tug the mask from Ashton’s hand. Without any hesitation, I placed it back to my face. I turned my back to the doors quickly, tying the silk string, securing the mask in place.
     “Ah, Mr. Addison,” he said with a sour tone of displeasure. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
     Reid’s voice encased me. “I wondered where you had gone, Archer. I wanted to meet the woman whom you stole away.”
     Keeping my back to the door, to Reid, I leaned over toward Ashton. I whispered into Ashton’s ear, “I cannot meet him or speak with him. He cannot see me or know who I am.”  
     Ashton gave an evil grin.
     “I am sorry, but my dove is not interested in meeting you,” he informed while turning back to see Reid who was standing a little bit closer.
     “Is that what she said?” Reid inquired, his voice not quite polite.
     Lord Archer lifted a brow, incredulous. “Yes. Pray tell, why would I lie?”
     “Is this what you truly wish?” Reid asked of me. He moved closer to the back of the loveseat.
     I turned. Gazed at Reid. I saw the harsh planes to his face along with the set of his jaw. The line of his brow started to turn into that angry v. I knew he was trying hard to hold in his rage. I shook my head, indicating yes. Reid stared at me for a moment. I turned quickly, giving Reid a view of my back.
     “I believe my dove has made her wishes known, Mr. Addison,” Lord Archer said.
     “Yes,” Reid said in a short clipped tone that sounded almost confused or conflicted. “I have my answer.”
     I heard the fall of his steps followed by the subsequent opening then closing of the door behind me before I moved. Ashton stared at me.
     “You know him.” It was not a question.
     I shook my head in agreement, keeping quiet.
     “And all of this,” he said, touching the mask on my face, “was for his benefit?”
      “And you are here because of him?”
     “Yes. Everything I have ever done has been because of him,” I confessed.
     “Tell me, my dove.”
Where You Can Find The Good Sister: Part One
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