The following is taken from Longing (Masked Emotions: Book 2), a BDSM Erotic Romance by V.E. Campudoni. The book in its entirety is available from Amazon: http://amzn.to/1suNNFW
"Dare," Lana proudly spoke, just as she vomited a little in her mouth.
"I dare you to go to Enzio's room right now and have sex with him."
Lana stood in front of Enzio's door at 4:00 in the morning, wearing the same long trench coat she had on the day she was wearing the leather outfit, but this time she was naked underneath. She looked down the hallway and saw Miko and Marie egging her on and she raised her trembling hand. She knocked hard and fast and heard Enzio's heavy footsteps in the room and her heart began to race.
When Enzio opened the door, he could clearly see that Lana was drunk. She was barely standing, her hair was wild and partly covering her face, and he smiled when he saw the trench coat she was wearing. He was about to ask her what was wrong when she jumped into his arms and kissed him, knocking him backward into his room. "I want to be with you," she slurred, "and I want you now."
"Lana, you're drunk," he sighed, dodging another kiss from her. "And as much as I really want this, I want you to be sober whe..."
She kissed him again. It was deeper, and he kissed back. She began to unbutton her trench coat and the room started spinning. She took a step back and showed him her naked body before passing out. Enzio quickly caught her and smiled. He brushed her hair away from her face and gently rubbed his thumb on her lips before looking at her naked body. He carried her to his bed and carefully removed her coat. He then went to his dresser and took out a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and slowly dressed her. He gently maneuvered her body to the right side of his bed, placed her head on the pillow, and gently kissed her forehead before covering her up. He lay down beside her and stared at her. He smiled, and if she felt the same when she woke up, he wouldn't hesitate to take her up on her offer.
It was midmorning and Lana's head felt like an ax had been planted inside it. Her eyes struggled to cope with her surroundings. Her mouth and throat felt like sandpaper, and it hurt to move. "Marie, how much did we drink last night?" she spoke softly. When her eyes finally focused, she noticed that she wasn't in her room. She raised the sheets and saw that she was wearing one of Enzio's t-shirts and boxers. "What the hell did I do last night?"