J.J. chased his goddess into the open elevator.

They collapsed against the back wall, gasping for air. Once in the elevator, J.J. couldn't contain his ardor, drawing Diana back into his arms for another kiss. A kiss that lasted from the time the doors closed until they opened on her floor. He let her lead him to the room that would take them to heaven.

Tucking his keycard into his vest pocket, he then took Diana’s noting the S before the number. He said not a word as he curled her arm around his forearm, unwilling to let go should she disappear.

Key in hand, he slid the card through the reader, entering first to turn on the light. He then dimmed the lights searching for the right mood lighting. He handed her the card and watched her glide across the floor, tossing the card on the bar, then carefully set the rose on her dresser. She moved to the French doors leading to the balcony and pushed them open to let the fresh sea breeze into the room.

He smiled. It was as if his goddess read his mind.

She turned around and leaned against the opened door in a seductive stance. She stared at J.J. for several beats of his heart then casually strolled back into his outstretched arms.

Diana toyed with the ascot, her hands shaking as she untied it.

He captured her hands and kissed her palms one at a time. “I apologize, I suppose I should ask your name, but you took my breath away when I walked into that room. I was all prepared to have a terrible time, until I laid eyes on you, that is.” The woman before him was neither the high maintenance woman nor the bashful girl. He pulled her close to his chest, wanting to feel her warmth.

When she pulled away to look up into his eyes, she smiled a smile he'd never seen on a woman before. It wasn't quite loving, and it wasn't lust, but he couldn't put a label on it. What surprised him more was that she didn’t seem to recognize him. And something about the entire concept of a spontaneous evening alone elicited even more delectable and romantic ideas.

Diana’s smile robbed him of the ability to swallow. “I know, I thought the same thing. I had no idea what to expect until I got there. Imagine how embarrassing it was to walk in the room. Sheesh, I felt overdressed. Have you ever seen so much skin in your life?” She continued to talk, speaking in rapid sentences to cover her nervousness. Her hand practically vibrated against him.

When he glanced down, he saw her erect nipples pressing against the thin material of her gown, which immediately solicited a reaction his pants couldn't afford to spare.

“And your name is?”

“Diana. And yours?”

He took her response as a sign of playing the part. “Ah, I see. I am the Phantom, naturally. Sing for me.” He proceeded to execute the perfect bow, cape in each hand, trying to pull off suave and lethal at the same time.

A bit disappointed that she would only tell him what he already knew, that she was Diana the Huntress. That much was evident. He wanted her to volunteer more. He’d play along and see just how far she was prepared to take it.

“Yes, it’s probably is better to keep this discreet.” She leaned against the bar in a practiced stance of control.

What did she mean by that? “Discreet?”

“As in no ties.”

It took every ounce of effort to maintain a smile. “Ah, I see.”

The goddess surprised him when she reached up and untied his cape, tossing it over the white leather high-backed chair. She helped him remove his jacket then slowly unbuttoned and relieved him of his vest tossing it over his other things.

He thought his pants would burst.

She then stopped before him and began to unbutton his balloon sleeved shirt, he had to take her by the shoulders and gently push her away. She chewed on her bottom lip as though she'd done something wrong.

How could he tell her that he was about to explode there on the spot? No, he wanted this night to last, to memorize every second as if it were his last night on the planet.

“Not to worry my tempting huntress, we'll get to that. Let’s not rush.”

A smile crept back on her face, and he knew he’d been forgiven.

He made his way out onto the balcony. Though the room had a cozy effect along with the dimmed lighting, it was like an aphrodisiac, and J.J. didn’t need anything else to stir his blood. He leaned one arm on the rail and breathed in the fresh ocean air, commanding his body back into control. He'd never come so close to embarrassing himself like that before. Particularly with a woman he didn't know.

As sinful as it felt, he refused to deny either of them of a night they obviously wanted together.

He turned around and spotted his goddess putting down the receiver of the phone. Entering the room their eyes met.

“I just called down for room service. I hope you don't mind, but suddenly, I'm famished.”

“I could use a bite myself. I had to work late and didn't stop for dinner before I went to the party.”

Seating themselves on the on the couch, they commiserated about their mutual shocked reactions to so many sexy costumes at the ball. “If I didn’t know better I’d swear it was the Exotic Erotic Ball we walked into instead of a costume ball.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

J.J. found his cell phone and piped in some music for them to dance to. He danced her out onto the balcony where they continued to stare, mesmerized by the moment.

At the knock at the door, Diana excused herself to let room service bring the cart in.

To his pleasant surprise after tipping the waiter, she pushed the cart over to the edge of the couch. She then disappeared behind a closed door and came back with what he assumed was the bedspread from her bed draped in her arms. In the middle of the room, she shook it and spread it out across the floor.

Once in place, she turned to the cart and pulled a bottle of Dom Perignon from a silver ice bucket and handed it to J.J.

After he had accepted the bottle, she reached for two crystal champagne glasses.

Turning away from her, he popped the cork. Unfortunately, the bottle must have gotten shaken up in the elevator because it shot across the room with a whoosh and icy bubbles sprayed from the bottle directly on the front of her lovely gown. She squealed like a child who'd been squirted with a garden hose during a summer water fight.

Expecting anger, he was stunned to hear her laugh out loud.

“I see, so you want to play it like that, do you?”

She turned and picked up a mini cream puff, and then shoved it into his mouth, none too gently. Too stunned to move, he stood there, whipped cream sliding down both sides of his chin.

“Oh-ho, so the lady wants to play dirty, does she?” He reached around her toward the cart and came back with a mini chocolate éclair, only to return the favor. The difference was that after he had smeared just enough chocolate around her mouth to get even, he pinned her in his arms and proceeded to lick and kiss the frosting from her luscious lips, working his way around to her neck.

Locked in the other’s arms, they lowered themselves until they were kneeling face-to-face before the open French doors. J.J.’s dream woman unbuttoned his shirt one painful button at a time. When she finished, he reached for the thin straps of her dress, lowering it to expose her creamy breasts.

His index finger traced the beautiful butterfly atop the mound of her right breast. “Magnificent.” The colorful tattoo was the perfect image of her—bright, colorful, flitting around him like a bee to a fragrant blossom.

Lowering his head, he suckled her, lavishing all his attention on her glorious twin peaks.

A moan escaped her mouth. She arched her back giving him greater access to his conquest.

His tongue teased, tasted, and tempted all that stood before him. His hands slid the rest of the gown down over the woman’s curvaceous hips. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Good thing he didn't know that when they were dancing or he'd have never made it to the room.

He gazed down her body. She was far more delectable than any of the desserts she’d ordered. While he gloried in her body, she reached and tugged down his pants down off his hips, stumbling to get the tight pants over a very excited part of his anatomy. No doubt about it, this woman made him hotter than a randy bull out to mate with an entire herd of cows in one night.

“Umm—” She stood suddenly, her dress slipping from her knees, pooling on the floor leaving her with nothing but a smile. She left the room, only to return moments later holding out several foil packets letting him know she wasn't going to leave them unprotected.

The funny thing was that when she returned, he too was holding up a packet. Again, they were thinking along the same lines.

“Can't be too careful, now can we?”

While J.J. took care of his responsibility, his goddess freshened up their drinks and filled a small plate with a few of the decadent treats she'd ordered. When she turned to place the plate on the bedspread, he marveled at her heart-shaped derriere.

Back on her knees before him, she brought a dollop of whipped cream on her finger wiping it across his chest. Nothing in his wildest dreams could have visualized her leaning over, licking it from his now erect nipples. He sucked in a breath, holding it for what seems like hours but couldn't have been more than seconds. His chest tightened, and his stomach tensed as he watched.

When she was done, he lowered her to the floor. He tried to remove her mask, but she stopped him.

“Can't we keep this a fantasy?”

“Who am I to argue?”

Masks in place, lying on his side, with a leg looped over both of hers, J.J. held her hostage for his own benefit. He stuck his finger into his champagne glass purposely dipping his finger into the bubbly then let the droplets fall onto her puckered breasts, lavishing his attentions back where they had started.

Before the open doors, J.J. made love to her slowly and deliberately, wanting this evening to forever be embedded in his memory and leaving her with an equally illicit recollection. Who knew if they’d ever see one another again, but he planned on making it the most memorable night for both of them.

Hours later, feverishly spent, they lay cuddling, not wanting to break the spell.

As J.J.’s body slowly came back to life, Diana straddled his hips. He didn't have long to wait to see what she was up to. Reaching for a small bowl of Chocolate Mousse, nearly sticking her breast in his mouth during her stretch, she proceeded to spoon the dessert all over his chest. She then began to lick it off.

The woman is insatiable.

His chest constricted and his eyes closed as he let the ecstasy of what she was doing to his senses take complete control.

Then, just as he was getting so into his intense feelings, she shocked the hell out of him when she plopped a strawberry into her mouth, dribbling its juices onto his chest which she promptly licked off.

In turn, he kept her straddling his lap while he reached for an ice cube. He traced the darkened areas of her breasts, eliciting the sexiest moans, arching toward him. He loved the feeling of her shivering uncontrollably on his lap.

“Cold?”

“Deliciously so. Don't stop.”

“How about we move this into the bathroom? I bet you have one hell of a bathtub in there.”

“You know it. It's one of those wonderful Jacuzzi tubs.”

He saw the gleam in her eyes.

“Can you handle a bubble bath?”

“Lady, I can handle anything you throw at me. But what about the masks?” he asked.

She gave him a lecherous grin before she flipped off the lights adding, “I just bet you can.” Then taking him by the hand, she tugged him into the bathroom.

J.J. removed his mask and left it on the counter then used a washcloth to wipe down his sticky chest, while she drew their bath adding bubbles and fragrance from her collection on the bathroom counter. He inhaled the scent dominating the room. Tropical and fruity smells filled the bathroom as he let his mind have free rein to imagine what they'd do in the tub. The darkness added to his fantasy.

Their time in the bath, splashing bubbles and sudsy water sloshing around the rim, didn’t last long enough. When the last of the bubbles died down, she flicked the button starting the Jacuzzi into action. After that, she mounted him again taking the lead in this session of bubble play.

Afterward, they rinsed in the shower, then lingered in the bathroom, still not sated from kissing or touching. Dripping wet, Diana drew J.J. into her bedroom where the sheets were folded back as if ready and waiting for the next round.

Cuddling in the bed with water dripping from them onto the sheets left them damp but comfortable. J.J. dozed with his goddess in his arms. He didn't know how long they slept, but it couldn't have been too long because parts of his body were still wet. He awakened to her hand around a very excited part of his anatomy. At this rate, he’d be dead by morning, but what a way to go!

His delicious temptress took the lead, but J.J. rolled her over, beginning what might prove to be the very last time they'd share this kind of intimacy. He’d never experienced it before, had no idea it even existed.

J.J. dressed as quietly as he could. Opening the drawer to the desk, he withdrew a sheet of paper compelled to leave her a note of some sort.

Propping the note against the pillow he used, he took one last glance at the woman who had ruined him for any other woman in the future. Instead, he left his mask on his pillow. They would meet again.

Quietly he slipped from the room, exiting his short-lived heaven on earth. Outside the door, he traced the room number. S123 would forever be etched in his mind.

He made his way back to his room. Opening the balcony doors, he then collapsed on his bed where he expected to fall into a deep sleep, but the tropical ocean air and the splash of waves against the side of the ship only reminded him what he’d left behind in Diana’s room.

Everything.