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the rest of your treasures.”
    I’d hesitated for just a moment when he said, “You should know, there might come a time when you unwisely balk at one of my orders. I can be harsh, but I reward obedience lavishly. Remember that.”
    With a nod, I began unfastening my buttons. My breasts were a decent size, just above a C-cup, tipped with peach-colored nipples that had never been this swollen. But my areolas were puffy and plumper than most women’s I’d seen. What would he think of my breasts?
    After the last button, I shrugged from my blouse, revealing my transparent pink bra. My first impulse was to cover myself or slump, but his heated expression had me squaring my shoulders again.
    That expression was as addictive as his scent.
    Was I some kind of closet wanton? I felt like I was starving for this man’s looks of appreciation.
    “On your feet.”
    After a heartbeat’s hesitation, I kicked off my remaining heel and stood.
    “Remove your skirt, and acknowledge my order.”
    “Yes, sir.” That one came a little easier. I drew down the zipper in the back of my skirt, suddenly very relieved I’d forgone Spanx.
    When I laid the garment on his desk, h e assessed me in my simple pink underwear. He had to be able to tell how damp they were—but now he’d think my reaction was due to the aphrodisiac! Secure in that knowledge, I relaxed some. Instead of being embarrassed by his hungry gaze, I let his look seduce me further.
    “ Remove your bra.”
    “Yes, sir.” I reached back and unclasped my bra. Artificially fortified, I pulled it off me to set it atop my skirt.
    His gaze darkened on my breasts. “You are a vision, Juliet.”
    He liked the way I looked, liked my puffy nipples? Yes, it was apparent in the tense lines of his body. His shaft was now straining against the front of his slacks.
    I was experimenting sexually with Nico Cesan , and he liked me. Boring Juliet.
    I bit my lip. Suddenly I wanted to show him that he’d been right to choose me above all others.
    To provide me five million dollars. To be my rescuing knight.
    In a hoarse voice, he said, “My mouth waters for those impertinent nipples. But we’ll get to that.”
    I was topless , and his gaze had just dipped to my last article of clothing.
    Could I do this?
    “Panties. Off. But as you remove them, I want to know what you were thinking when you bit your lip just a moment ago.”
    I hooked my thumbs on the sides of my panties, and began to tug them down. “I was thinking that I want to be worth it for you.” I stepped out of them and laid them over my bra.
    His wolf’s gaze was back , locked on my pubic hair. “Riverleigh red,” he breathed. “Oh, believe me, Juliet. I will make you worth my while.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

— C H A P T E R  3 —
     
    Still fully dressed, Cesan steepled his fingers, sitting back in his chair. He was so leisurely appraising my naked body that I itched to cover myself. Yet something told me I shouldn’t dare to interrupt his ... appraisal.
    At length, he said, “Look at all that pale white flesh. It will show my marks so prettily.”
    Marks?
    “Lie back on the desk.”
    I swallowed, but did as he said , wondering where my shame had gone. Oh, yeah, the drug. It was incredible, making me feel like my blood was piping hot, scorching through every vein.
    That was why baring myself to him aroused me so deeply. That was why I lay back, naked on his desk blotter.
    Would he draw back in shock at how wet I was? Should I warn him?
    He grabbed my waist and moved me farther back, until my calves hit the edge of his desk. “Reach your arms over your head and grab your elbows.”
    “Yes, sir .”
    When I complied, he leaned over me, his rigid shaft pressing against my shins. He dipped his head down to nuzzle my breasts, his dark head bent over the pale mounds.
    He licked one nipple hard with the tip of his tongue, making the little nub bobble back and forth. Just like I imagined that satyr had. Never had