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the first time. Just call me Red.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
    For a moment, he might’ve convinced himself it wasn’t Kate. That it was just someone who looked a helluva lot like her. But then he saw the quick flash of nerves in her eyes, before she was again poised and confident.
    Oh, it was Kate all right. But just what in the hell was she trying to pull off?
    He bit back a growl and glanced around the room, curious to see if they had an audience. Sure enough, Ellie stood in the corner, watching them intently. But she spun away the moment she noticed him watching her, looking a little too innocent as she took a swig of her beer.
    She was in on it. Whatever it was. But whatever game they were playing, he wanted no part of it.
    Or maybe he did, which was going to be a big fucking problem.
    “Outside,” he rasped, grabbing Kate’s elbow. “Now.”
    She struggled to keep up with him in her heels, but murmured a coy, “You sure don’t waste any time, do you, jungle man?”
    Todd cursed under his breath as he maneuvered them through the throng of people and outside the front door. He kept them moving until they were buried in the shadows of the front yard and then came to a halt.
    Kate stumbled into him. It was cold as hell this time of year, but he didn’t feel it. Not with Kate’s lush, inferno of a body smashed against his bare chest.
    “What the hell are you up to, Kate,” he demanded harshly, meaning to push her aside. But the moment his hands closed around her bare shoulders beneath the red cape, his fingers curled around the satiny flesh instead.
    “Call me Red,” she said firmly.
    “Why the hell do you want me to call you Red?” he muttered, his ability to think draining by the second as she rubbed herself against him.
    Like a fucking cat in heat . Jesus, he needed to get out of here. And quick.
    “Because you don’t look at Kate this way,” she said breathlessly. “And because you’ll feel a lot less guilty if you’re fucking Red tonight, won’t you?”
    Lust detonated inside him. Todd’s cock pressed hard beneath his black briefs, raising the leopard-print loincloth that barely covered him. He slid his fingers over her collarbone and watched the way her breasts rose against the thin white shirt.
    “You’re in way over your head,” he warned darkly, knowing he should leave, but completely ensnarled in her kinky little game.
    This wasn’t the Kate he knew, this was some sex kitten who’d possessed the sweet little bakery owner. The Kate he knew would’ve shown up in a clown costume or something equally nonsexual. Not this slutty little outfit that had him imagining the dirtiest, most vulgar thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. What he would do to her if she didn’t come to her senses and run.
    “Walk away, little Red,” he muttered. “Now.”
    “The only place I’m walking is to your truck, jungle man,” she whispered and slid her hands over his chest, her nails dragging against his muscles. “All you have to do is say the word.”
    His pecs tightened in response and he choked on a groan. In one smooth move he spun her around, looped his arm around her waist and jerked her hard against him. He tugged her hood down, burying his face against her blonde hair and grinding his rock-hard cock against her ass.
    “If we do this, there’s no going back.”
    Kate’s head fell back against his shoulder and she let out a purr of pleasure. “That’s okay…I’m only thinking about going forward right now. Hmm. And maybe down.”
    “Is that right?” He gave up trying to do the right thing and slid his hand up to cover her breast through the thin top, her gasp of pleasure spurring him on.
    He kneaded the softness, before tugging the white fabric down and baring her breast to the night air. Jesus. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
    She whimpered when he caught one tight nipple between his fingers and pulled on it.
    “What is it?” he demanded, nuzzling her ear, angry with her