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“Make me out of control,” she challenged.
    The passion in his eyes darkened. He held her close, held her tight, and she cried out, rubbing her body hungrily against his. When he sucked at her neck, the edges of his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, Chloe thought she would die from want. She clung to him, her knees weak, her body tingling.
    “Max,” she moaned softly. “Oh, Max.”
    She could feel his smile against her skin. He pushed away the bodice of her Regency-style dress. She felt the cool October air upon her skin. And then she felt his tongue, moist and hot, on the swell of her breast. She cried out in pleasure. His mouth closed over her nipple, and she writhed against him.
    “Yes, oh, yes,” she murmured.
    Her hands tangled in his hair. Her heartbeat accelerated. She wrapped one long leg around his waist, pulling him closer with the pressure of her calf until his hands cupped her backside. His fingers inched the silken fabric of her gown up the curve of her leg, and she purred in delicious rapture when she felt the tips of his fingers tease the lace edging of her underwear.
    Suddenly, common sense loomed its sensible head.
    “Max.” It was a breathless sigh.
    “Yes, gorgeous?”
    His fingers caressed her inner thighs. She trembled and clutched at his broad shoulders. Her insides turned to liquid honey.
    “Protection?” she whimpered.
    He drew back. His ebony eyes smoldered. “Not with me. Not here.”
    Her heart plummeted. She couldn’t in good conscience make love to a strange man without a condom. She splayed her fingers across his chest.
    “I don’t have any either. I’m not the type of girl to sleep around. And I didn’t expect to meet someone like you at this party.”
    “Someone you couldn’t resist?”
    She saw his teeth flash in the shadows. Her heart flip-flopped. Gosh, he was sexy. And she wanted him. Oh, boy, did she want him. At that moment he seemed just as important—if not more so—than the air she breathed.
    “Max—”
    “Come up to my room.”
    “But—”
    Max pressed hot and urgent lips against hers. She shuddered and returned his kiss. It was deep and thorough and unbelievably erotic.
    “Upstairs. I have all we need in my bedroom.”
    His husky voice tickled her ear. She turned her face to him, and he captured her lips with his again so she couldn’t breathe. It was heavenly. He was irresistible, and she didn’t even know his last name. Her mother would faint dead away at her behavior.
    “Okay,” she murmured.
    He took her hand and led her across the pool area, through the lobby, and to his seventh-floor room. They almost lost control in the elevator. His searching, passionate, hot kisses drove Chloe out of her mind. She kissed him while he fumbled for his room key, brushed her hands over his pulsating arousal, unbuttoned his shirt, and whispered seductive words into his ear. When at last he swiped the key and pushed open the door, he pushed her into the room roughly, slammed the door behind them with his foot, and crushed her to the wall.
    “You drive a man mad.” He began to undo the long row of buttons down her back.
    She laughed. It was a low, sultry, spicy laugh unfamiliar to her ears.
    “Got to get this dress off.” He unhooked the last pearl button, and the dress slid forward.
    Chloe watched him in fascination. He pulled the dress from her body. It shimmered in the soft light drifting through the window and landed in a pool at her feet. The fairy wings, connected to the dress, glowed in the midst of ruby softness. Her bra soon followed. Max dipped his head and started to suckle her. Her cries were impossible to stop. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, and he pinned her to the wall.
    “Max!” she screamed. She felt she would climax simply from his foreplay.
    He practically tore her lace underwear from her pulsing body, kissing her bare shoulders and her belly and the gentle swell of her hips.
    He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the