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Kate Smithfield didn’t think this night could get any weirder until she found a large naked man in her kitchen eating all her Starbucks Java Chip ice cream. She was momentarily struck mute by the sight of his backside – all sleek and sinew with a waist tapering down into a hard round butt that made her nearly swoon. Her gaze lifted to his massive biceps, watching the flexing of his muscles as he dipped the spoon into the tub and then sucked off the mocha colored ice cream.

Still, he was eating all of her favorite ice cream. Without permission even.

“Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” It was the only thing she could think to say while staring at that fine ass. Her mouth watered at the sight of it, not to mention all that heat of long-dead desire running through her veins and right to her core. She could imagine her hands running down the length of his back to grip each cheek while he thrust…

He turned, his head moving slowly and she saw the chiseled features of his brutally handsome face. Her breath caught in her throat as she examined the high cheekbones, the narrow nose, and the dark brows over sooty eyes she could definitely get lost in. Deep, dark soulful eyes. Thick black hair brushed his shoulders with a plait on either side of his head. His square clefted chin led right to a beautifully shaped mouth she suddenly found herself desperately wanting to kiss.

And being naked left nothing to her imagination. She could see every curve of muscle, the dusty sprinkling of dark hair across the brawny chest, his thick biceps that had to be the size of one of her thighs and – oh!

Jesus, God! Is he really that big?

The sight of his engorged penis certainly left her feeling lightheaded. It dwarfed all the battery-operated toys she had seen on her coffee table just hours before. She had only agreed to the sex toy party because she needed to relieve some stress by laughing at the ridiculous and naughty toys with her friends. Cassie, however, had taken things a bit too far when she suggested they “conjure” a man for Kate.

“Are you the stripper?” she asked now. “How did you get in here?”

When Kate had refused to allow her Mother Earth best friend to “invite love to her door” (she really did mean well, but for the love of God, she was into so many different things Kate couldn’t keep up), Cassie had shoved the paper into her hands and insisted she read the spell aloud. And since her two best girlfriends were tipsy and Cassie refused to take no for an answer, Kate had caved and read the spell.

Nothing had happened.

Big and Beautiful answered her query with a silent stare. It was as though he knew what she looked like naked. She watched his large hand holding her spoon – which looked so odd to her – and then his pink tongue lick the remaining taupe ice cream off the back of it. Watching that tongue do that to her stainless steel made her completely jealous. For an instant she wished she were that spoon, wishing she could feel his cold tongue in the dark warm places a man hadn’t explored in a very long time. He gently placed the spoon on the countertop before setting aside the tub of frozen delight and taking one large step toward her.

“I thought Cassie said there was no stripper.”

The words rushed out of her mouth, nearly stumbling over each other. Kate was having trouble breathing now as she forced oxygen through her lungs. She tried desperately to catch her breath when she found herself staring up at the gigantic man who seemed to fill up every inch of her kitchen.

“Hi,” she said on a whisper. Good God. Don’t look at it. For God’s sake, do not look at the erection. No matter how much you want to.