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of art earlier in the Ballroom, in preparation for the dinner tonight. Now he was shirtless, clad only in tight black leather pants.
    The lights and music lowered, and the room grew quiet save for the woman on stage. “On your knees,” she commanded.
    Everyone’s attention riveted on the stunningly handsome blond hunk who sank to his knees in front of the masked woman in the chocolate thong. Kate clenched her hands in her lap, her body so taut and aroused she could hardly stand it. Miss Chocolate Leather leaned back, her elbows supporting her on the table. Her voice was firm as she instructed him, “Taste me.”
    Tentatively the man licked his tongue along the skimpy thong and then, the lustiest chocoholic in Europe, moaned. “Chocolate,” he said in a heavy Danish accent. “I crave it... and you.” Without any hesitation, he proceeded to lick, suck, and bite away the woman’s thong with a slow lasciviousness that mesmerized the crowd of women. The lights dimmed for several moments, leaving the audience to murmur in wonder and fan themselves.
    When the lights flickered back on, the beautiful MC walked out. After explaining that the audience could drop their program notes in a box and their purchases would be ready when they left, she gave a dazzling smile and thanked the crowd for attending.
    Enthusiastic applause broke out across the room. The guests had obviously enjoyed the racy show and the finale, but Kate barely heard the clamor through the buzzing in her ears and the titillating visions in her mind.
    The lights were raised and crystal chandeliers illuminated the room. For a moment the glare blinded Kate, bringing her back to reality. As the shimmers passed, strong hands grasped her shoulders from behind. She started to turn on the settee, but the hands kept her still and a deep voice murmured, “Do you like to watch?” The sound was so husky, so sexy that hot tingles shot through her belly.
    Kate swallowed, then tried to keep her words steady as she replied, “Maybe.”
    Shivers skittered down her spine as warm breath stirred the fine hair at her nape. “Would you like me to do it to you?”
    Slowly, she shook her head. “Exhibitionism isn’t my thing.”
    “Good.” His voice rumbled low and possessive as he added, “I don’t like to share.”
    Kate caught her breath, surprised and intrigued, wishing he’d let her turn so that she could see him. “Who are you?”
    “Nick,” he said in a tone so deep and melodic that Kate trembled. He flicked his tongue along her neck as he moved his mouth to her ear. “The man who’s going to ravish you.”
    Tremors ripped through her at the image of this no-doubt handsome stranger bending her over now, right on the fashion runway, and doing exactly that.
    “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she managed, but her voice shook.
    “I know what I want,” His voice dropped another notch, consuming and demanding. “And I want you.” He lightly stroked her shoulders through her silk gown as he added, “You’re like a beautifully wrapped Christmas present and I intend to tear away your wrappings to get to the gift inside.”
    Kate swallowed. Oh, my God.
    “I’m told you’re the talented designer of all this fashion.” He trailed his fingers up and down her arms. “Anyone who could create lingerie this hot must be a wildfire inside.”
    Her clit tingled and she almost moaned aloud. Damn, this man almost gave her an orgasm, and he had barely touched her. Hell, she didn’t even know what he looked like. But did he ever smell good…the heady masculine scent of sun-warmed flesh and the outdoors, and a hint of something more. Wood smoke, maybe?
    “You may want me, but are you sure I want you?” It was all she could do to keep her tone nonchalant.
    “Oh, yes.” He kneaded her neck and shoulder muscles with a firm, even grip. “What do you like to be called?”
    “Kate.” It came out in a sigh as she allowed him to pull her back against his muscled