Bad Boy Christmas: Box Set by Cheyenne McCray Read Free Book Online

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    Tessa smiled mischievously as she waved to someone across the room. “Enjoy yourself.”
    With an inward groan, Kate crossed her legs, her panties rubbing seductively against her clit as she shored up her courage. She could do this. No problem. TLC never disappointed, that was its reputation. Kate raised her hand to the back of her head and touched the clip that secured her hair in a chic French knot.
    For a second she toyed with the thought of pulling out the clip and letting her hair down. Turn it all loose. Relax. Be shameless. Instead she brought her hand to her lap as her gaze lingered on a few of The Ladies Club’s handsome male players, either sitting in the audience or modeling on stage.
    Kate’s nipples tightened beneath her lacy bra, and without looking she knew that the points were hard and obvious against the silk of her red dress.
    Good lord, but the photos in TLC’s infamous Black Album didn’t do any of the men justice. One man in particular had captured her attention earlier when she had flipped through the pages featuring TLC’s 50 discreet available men. The intensity of the man’s aqua-green eyes had sent shivers through her.
    While Kate practically drooled over the man’s picture, Cheryl grinned and said, “He’s a hottie. I’ll see if he’s in town.”
    “Oh, I don’t know.” Panic had gripped Kate and she’d snapped the portfolio shut a little harder than she’d intended.
    Maybe she’d see Mr. I’d-Die-For-You here, and maybe she wouldn’t. Fate would decide. Besides, there were plenty of other incredible male specimens to examine. Cheryl had said Kate could even have two at once if she wanted. Although Kate wasn’t quite sure she was ready for that.
    Her gaze rested on the Tom Cruise look-alike who headed up the show’s finale, featuring Kate’s scrumptious edibles. Yeah, he might be fun to take for a ride. The man wore a Santa hat for the season, and was sporting the cherry-red thong that she had christened New York’s Bravest. Her mouth watered at the thought of eating every bit of the cheesecake-flavored scrap off of him right down to that awesome cock bulging against the delicious material.
    Or perhaps that one—the Aussie she’d heard chatting backstage, who now paraded down the runway in a holiday green thong in a luscious chocolate mint flavor.
    Kate noticed women in the audience marking it on their programs and she smiled and turned her gaze back on the Aussie. Whoa. Look at that ass. All muscled and tan. Whew. When she’d heard him talking earlier backstage, the sound of his Down Under accent had been enough to make her seriously think about going down under with him.
    Oooh, the blond that just came on stage in the sensational Leather and White Chocolate bondage outfit was certainly a fine choice.
    “To hell with fattening,” Kate heard one of the guests whisper to her friend. “I’ll take a few pounds of that, wrapped up to go!”
    Kate smiled as the edible Dom turned on the runway, holding out a couple of silk scarves as his gaze scanned the crowd of women.
    All the better to bind you with, my dear . The thought made Kate squirm on the settee. Leather and White Chocolate could tie her up with those scarves, then bend her over and slide his—God, but that image made her hot. If only she could be as shameless as her designs and her fantasies. Damn, just once she’d like to experience instead of imagining.
    Now came the part of the fashion show that Cheryl had sworn would drive all the women wild.
    Miss Chocolate Leather, a masked member, strolled onto the stage wearing a chocolate brown leather corset and an edible chocolate-flavored thong.
    A sturdy table was quietly moved to the center stage behind Miss Chocolate Leather, who had a gorgeous hunk in tow. Kate couldn’t be positive of the man’s identity, because he was masked, too, but she could almost swear he was Josef, the sexy chocolatier. She’d noticed him fussing over a divine chocolate work