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knuckles stroked the delicate hollow beneath her cheekbone,
then flowed down the sensitive tendons of her throat. She moved her
head, sending silken waves spilling over his arm, and allowed his
questing fingers free access to the erogenous terrain exposed by
the brief costume.
    The Bandit's long fingers captured Virginia's face. His lambent
gray eyes studied her glowing ethereal features in the luminous
night. "You are exquisite." His voice was a hoarse whisper. His
tongue traced the outline of her half-parted lips, then his warmly,
possessive mouth filled a sudden gap of silence.
    His probing tongue was insistent, penetrating into the lush
interior of her mouth. She met it, hesitantly at first, then with
matched fevered passion. Their tongues worked together like skilled
swords, thrusts and parries, ripostes and lunges-a well
orchestrated intimate duel.
    Time dissolved into delicious slow motion. They explored each
other with hands and fingers, mouths and tongues. The delicious
sensual stimulation each gifted the other with only enhanced their
mutual pleasure.
    His palm stroked the meager satin cover from her swelling
breasts. His rough fingertips tenderly found, then teased, her
excited nipples. Her responding whimper of pleasure aroused
him.
    Instead of pushing the Bandit away Virginia arched her back and
guided his dark head lower, silently urging his lips to replace his
conquering hand. The lash of his tongue against her sensitive peaks
sent sweet sensations effervescing through her blood. Primitive
passions carbonated and exploded under the erotic magic that
surrounded her.
    This was madness, her mind shouted. You don't even know this
man! But that only heightened Virginia's ecstasy. Sanity's voice
drowned beneath the blistering rush of wild heat surging through
her body.
    Her inquisitive fingers pressed into the working muscles of his
back and shoulders. She felt him quiver with pleasure when her
teasing tongue traced the sensitive curves of his ear and her teeth
tugged lightly at the lobe.
    His insistent mouth found its way home to plunder her eager
lips. His hungry kiss absorbed her very breath and made her gasp
and shudder against his virile frame. Her soft breasts were crushed
against his hair-roughened chest and the friction of hard flesh
against silken skin gave her instant gratification.
    From inside the house came the deafening sound of Big Ben
striking the witching hour: a sound that reverberated and invaded
their private world of pleasure. At the twelfth chime Virginia
found herself released. Suddenly shy, she turned away and hastily
restored her twisted bodice.
    The Bandit's hands slid around her waist and pulled her back
against him. "Now we can get rid of these damn masks." His voice
was ragged as his lips nuzzled her ear. "I want to see what you
look like, my passionate Rabbit."
    Her body temperature dropped ten degrees, and her pulse rate and
blood pressure plummeted below life-sustaining levels. Remove her
mask! Virginia froze; her mouth went dry; her muscles tensed. Why,
she'd sooner take off her costume and stand before him completely
naked!
    It may be irrational. It may be insane. But the mask was her
shield, her protection. Without it- without it this fantasy would
end, this passionate woman would cease to exist. Names would be
applied to faces. The magic would end. She didn't want that. She
wanted to sustain the illusion-to postpone reality.
    She was suddenly cold sober and completely sensible. All right,
mental wizard, Virginia challenged herself. Think of something.
Think of a way out of this mess. Think of a way to be safe and
free.
    Virginia turned in the Bandit's arms, her eyes gleaming in the
moonlight. "Why don't we make a little game of it." Her voice
caressed him with coy persuasion while her fingers walked a
titillating path across his bare chest to the base of his throat.
At his arched brow Virginia gave a light flirtatious laugh and
pulled him toward the balcony railing. "Untie your