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enough so that their foreheads touched. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing hard. Never had she looked more beautiful to him.
    She might be the death of him, but at least he’d die a very happy man.

Chapter Six
    Jane’s hands trembled as she toyed with the studded collar. The chimes announcing the open buffet had come and gone and still she dithered in her room. Should she? Or shouldn’t she?
    Do it.
    She licked her lips. Isn’t this what she came here for? To find a man who was willing to explore the boundaries of her sexual dark side? Sexually, she was a starving woman.
    Her stomach clenched as her restless fingers stroked the soft leather. It was lovely, fine red leather with crystal studs. Most of the ones she’d seen downstairs were plain leather in a variety of colors though she hadn’t seen any with studs such as these.
    Brushing her nail over one of the studs, she frowned. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear the crystals were diamonds. Her nose wrinkled. What kind of person could afford a diamond collar?
    I want this.
    Jane couldn’t deny she wanted to wear the collar. She wanted to walk downstairs and claim the birthday boy as her own. Using only his hands and voice in the most modest of ways, he’d managed to bring her right to the very edge of climax. Her lips quirked. She could only imagine what he could accomplish with his mouth or his cock.
    She groaned and her fingers tightened on the collar until the studs bit into her palm.
    “Oh, fuck it.”
    In the back of her mind she thought she heard laughter as she secured the collar around her throat. The leather was butter soft against her skin. Even though she’d never worn a collar, it felt oddly right, almost comforting.
    Mustering her courage, Jane rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Fear wouldn’t serve her well this weekend so it was time to let it go and follow the demands of her starving libido.
    Making quick work of removing the pins from her hair, Jane brushed out the long golden strands. Casting a critical eye over her appearance, she replaced the mask. The other ladies sported much shorter garments than hers. Wasn’t this weekend about fantasy? About pushing the envelope and embracing her sexual side?
    Taking the skirt by the waistband, she turned it under several times until the hem reached mid-thigh. The corset had created an amazing amount of a cleavage for a woman who’d always considered herself shortchanged in that area. An added bonus was her artificially flat abs. Granted, a bit of excess flesh appeared around her waist but it was nicely camouflaged by the skirt.
    Screw stomach crunches, she could live with wearing a corset for the rest of her life if it meant she could still have her cake and eat it too.
    Grinning, she slathered on a fresh coat of lipstick then blew a kiss at her reflection. With her heart pounding, she exited the bedroom and headed for the party.
    The scent of food made her stomach rumble. Inside the ballroom the lights were up and people were eating and socializing. The tables were crowded and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. She was hungry, but Jane doubted her nerves would allow her to eat.
    Walking through the room, her gaze scanned the crowd but there was no sign of Antonio. Large French doors stood open at the far side of the room and the party had spilled out onto the stone terrace.
    White lights twinkled in the ornamental trees and candles on tiny tables added to the illusion of privacy and seduction. Dozens of people occupied the area, but she didn’t see the man she sought. Disappointed, she started to leave when the hair on the back of her neck prickled.
    Turning slowly, she spied him leaning against the stone railing. He was flanked by several women sporting clothing far more revealing than hers, not to mention they were younger than she by at least ten years.
    Self-consciousness reared its ugly head and for a moment she wanted to walk away. Antonio could have the