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the center of the breakfast table, and Erin was standing at the counter, industriously whipping the dressing with a wire whisk.
    "What's this?" he asked, peering over her shoulder.
    His hands settled on either side of her waist. He buried his face in her hair, and she felt his warm, moist breath filter through the silky curls and feather over her scalp. Then his lips touched her neck. Erin's hands stilled. She gritted her teeth, trying to quell the delicious quiver that rippled through her.
    "It's... salad dressing."
    "It doesn't look like your usual," he whispered into her ear.
    "I decided to try a new recipe."
    Reaching around her, Max picked up a spice can. "You use cinnamon in salad dressing?"
    "Uh... well... just a little."
    He dipped a finger into the bowl and brought it to his mouth. "It tastes okay, I guess, kind of like that stuff I buy at the store. But I like your other recipe better."
    Erin held her breath, but Max let the subject drop and resumed his affectionate nuzzling. He blew in her ear and kissed the tender flesh behind it while his hands roamed her hips and abdomen.
    Erin hunched her shoulder against his marauding mouth and scolded with a shaky laugh, "Max, will you stop! You're supposed to be cooking steaks, remember?"
    "Okay, spoilsport. You win." Then his voice changed from long-suffering to suggestive as he added, "For now."
    Straightening, he grasped the lapels of her jacket. "Here, why don't you take this thing off."
    He eased the garment from her shoulders, and Erin sighed when he moved away to hang it on a hook beside the door. The brief period of relief was shattered an instant later when, while crossing the kitchen, he paused long enough to kiss her neck and trail the tip of his tongue down her spine all the way to the edge of the scooped neckline of her tank top.
    "Max!" Erin gasped, but he had already walked away, whistling and grinning as he opened the refrigerator and withdrew the package of steaks. She closed her eyes and shivered, feeling the cool air strike the thin line of damp flesh down her back.
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    It was amazing, Erin thought an hour or so later, watching Max as she pretended to relax with an after-dinner drink. He barely seemed like the same man who had had her jumping through hoops that afternoon at the office.
    Back at Global Imports it had quickly become obvious that Max was a dynamic, forceful man with an agile mind and an enormous capacity for hard work, traits that made him a demanding, exacting boss. He had run her ragged within an hour, and Erin's admiration for her sister's ability and patience had taken a quantum leap.
    Max piled on enough work for three people, then expected perfection and growled like a bear when he didn't get it. By the end of the day Erin had been tired and irritated and out of sorts. She had even begun to wonder what Elise saw in the man.
    Well, now she knew. When he turned on the charm, Max Delany was lethal.
    As they had worked together in the kitchen, and later during the romantic candlelit dinner on the terrace, Max had grown more and more amorous. Passion and promise had been inherent in every look, every word, every touch.
    And he had touched her constantly, brushing against her whenever possible, stroking her hand and bare arms with his fingertips, trailing his knuckles down her cheek. He'd made love to her with his eyes and murmured endearments and shockingly intimate remarks that had unnerved her to the point that she'd barely been able to think.
    Once, she bit into a roll, and melted butter had dribbled onto her fingers. Before she could wipe it off, Max had captured her hand. Holding her gaze, he'd licked the golden liquid from her skin, running his tongue over her palm and between each finger with slow, sensuous strokes that sent fire streaking from the point of contact to the core of her femininity.
    Oh, yes, the man was definitely dangerous.
    Hunched down in front of the fireplace, Max jabbed the blazing logs with a poker, sending a