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“Anything that makes you purr. Nothing’s off-limits. I have no limit when it comes to satisfying your desire.”

No limit. That makes the ravenously needy slave inside me quiver with excitement. “Oh, that’s easy, then. Every time you touch me, I purr.”

His fingers glide higher to tickle the backs of my knees. “Like this?”

“Harder.”

He wraps his palms around my knees and draws his powerful hands up my hamstrings in a firm stroke that makes my head fall back. I grab his shoulders while he kneads his thumbs up and down my thighs. Firm, almost too hard, like a deep tissue massage. I groan with pleasure.

His thumbs roam higher to the juncture of my thighs. Now it’s his turn to groan. He tips his head up with a mock glare. “You didn’t.”

I try to keep my lips from twitching into a smug smile, but it’s a losing battle. “I certainly did. It wouldn’t look right buried in hair.”

He slides his hands higher and cups my bare ass in his palms. “You flew all the way down here with nothing but that chastity belt beneath such a pretty dress?”

I grin wider. “Yep.”

He stands in one fast move, picking me up against him effortlessly. “Juan didn’t catch a peek when you were getting in and out of the Jeep, did he? I wouldn’t want to have to slit his throat. I like him.”

Eyes wide, I search his face. His dimple gives him away. As he sets me down on the cushions, I smile sweetly at him. “I liked him too.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a familiar silver knife. “Better than me?”

“Juan’s too nice for me,” I reply airily, turning around. “I like a hint of danger in my men. Could you unzip me? Or since you have that blade handy, you could just cut my clothes off.”

“I’m not going to ruin such a pretty dress.” He takes off my hat and tosses it aside, then starts unbraiding my hair. “Men? That sounds ominous. For your other man, whoever he is.”

“Ominous is a good word for him. He’s very dangerous. I wouldn’t mess with him if I were you.”

“Hmm.” He sinks his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp. His hands are sure and strong, melting away my lingering tension. “I like a challenge. There can only be one alpha predator sniffing around here. He’d better be on his guard.”

Finally, he unzips my dress. Holding up the bodice, I stand up and slowly turn to face him. “You’re my alpha predator. He’s my sweet, dog-loving Master.”

He settles back on his elbows and stretches out his legs, putting that gorgeous lean body on full display for me. “I guess he doesn’t sound too bad.”

I let the cotton slide down my body and drop to the floor. His gaze takes a leisurely yet hungry look down my body, lingering on my freshly shaved pussy. The delicate chain hangs low on my hip bones, connected in the center of my stomach by a small lock. Another chain runs between my legs, snug enough to make a delicious friction as I walk. My engine’s been on a low rumble ever since Vegas. Watching him, that rumble becomes a thundering roar.

Dropping to my knees gracefully, I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his lap. His cock twitches against my cheek, rock hard and eager for attention.

His fingers sink into my hair. “I’m supposed to be worshiping you.”

“You are.” I rub my cheek along his length, enjoying his heat, the involuntary, subtle rock of his hips. “The FBI—”

“Later,” he breaks in, twining a length of my hair around his finger. He gently tugs my head up so I look into his face. “Tell me what they want later.”

My eyes flare and I laugh. “You know them so well.”

“I knowyouso well, and I know that if I don’t make you accept it, you’ll try to service me instead of letting me please you first. So up you go, kitten. Stand up for me.”

My knees are already trembling and he hasn’t done anything but order me. But I love his orders. I love that he found a way to worship me, yet still command me as the Master. I stand up, grateful for his steadying hand on my hip. He slips a finger beneath the chain around my waist and gives a playful tug.

I can’t hold back the moan. The metal grinds up against my clit.

“Pleasure, pain, or both?”

“Both,” I reply without hesitation.

Keeping the middle chain pulled up against me, he leans in and pressed a soft, nibbling kiss to my pussy. “So soft. So pettable. So gorgeous.”

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