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Oh, God. She gulped, her gaze taking in the size of him as though she’d only just noticed his six-foot five stature and muscular frame. Why does his authoritative act turn me on so much?

“Is that an order?” Her green gaze was begging for the answer she wanted.

“You bet it is.”

Their odd one-way telepathy was making the exchange an even more pleasurable experience. Any doubts Draco had about her desires were easily resolved by her thoughts.

“Well, then.” Reaching behind her, she found the button of her skirt and unfastened it, allowing it to fall past her hips to reveal her stockings and suspenders. “I’d best do as you say.”

Fuck. He inhaled, taking in her curves as she started work on her blouse.

“Good girl.” He permitted the growl that time, watching her responses closely. “I want all of your clothes gone except those stockings.” He cast another appreciative gaze at her long legs. “Those can stay.”

“Yes, sir.” She bit back on her smile as she complied, casting her top aside before reaching behind her and releasing her bra.

Draco couldn’t believe his luck. Moira was hitting just about every spot he could have asked for. Everything from her tiny gasping breaths to her large expectant eyes were fueling his fire, and that was before he acknowledged how bloody gorgeous she was. As her bra fell to the rug and joined her blouse, though, there was no way he could deny it. Not only did she enjoy his attention, but she was taking his cues and even addressing him correctly. His balls tightened at the incredible prospect of finally getting to enjoy her.

“My gods, you’re lovely.” Stepping forward, he trailed a lazy fingertip from her shoulder toward her right nipple, reveling as it beaded into a tight bud at his touch. Her assets were the perfect size and shape for his liking. Not too big and not too small—the ideal size for his palms. “You should give all of your advice like this.”

“Advice?” The word morphed into a moan as he tugged and lengthened her nipple. “Oh God, I can’t think when you do that.”

“That’s right.” Releasing the sensitive tissue, Draco’s focus flitted to the other, equally appealing, asset. “I want the legal advice you offered while you’re naked and on your knees.”

“Draco.” Fresh heat bloomed at her cheeks. “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, but I am.” Exerting a little more force on her left nipple, he pinched her bud as he towered over her. “I’m deadly serious, little girl. You’re going to give me everything I want.”

Chapter Seven

Moira

HE CAN’T MEAN IT, CAN he?

That’s all Moira could think as the shot of hurt splintered her concentration. Glancing down at her left breast, she realized Draco had pinched her nipple, but rather than finding the pain upsetting, it seemed to only amplify her arousal.

“Oh, God.” Her eyes closed as she processed the hurt, registering the moment it twisted into pleasure.

What’s wrong with me?

The question ricocheted in her head as she stared into his knowing eyes. She should be disgusted at the treatment. Should be slapping his hand away, before branding his face with her palm. So, why wasn’t she? What was it about his show of authority that was driving her so wild?

I don’t usually like bossy men. I normally either resent them or want to fight them. What was different about the enigmatic Draco?

“Now your panties.” He nodded to the tiny thong she was wearing, and without taking her eyes from his, she wriggled out of the G-string.

“I think they’re caught around my heels, sir.” She giggled at the announcement, glancing down briefly as he, too, surveyed her predicament.

“Perfect.” Draco licked his lips. “We’ll take care of them later. Any questions, little girl?”

‘Little girl.’ There was that term again. The one that should have insulted her, and yet managed to be utterly enticing.

“No, sir.”

It was easier to play along with his dominance than she’d thought it would be, his sardonic tone suggesting that he knew how much she was relishing the conduct. Moira was used to men like Jeffries and Monroe, who liked to throw their influence around in brash and selfish ways. She’d never met anyone like Draco before, a man who could turn it on for their mutual pleasure, and there was little doubt how much he was enjoying himself. The hard outline of his cock assured her of that much.

“Good.” Stepping closer, he brushed his mouth over hers. “You’re fucking electrifying. On your knees now.”

Electrifying.