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thought I would die. I couldn’t stop myself from doing as he wanted.
    “Good girl.” He brought them to his face, mortifying me further.
    I looked away as he inhaled my scent and then stuffed my panties in his jeans pocket. “Submissive, baby. That’s what I mean.”
    I nodded. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but I was beginning to catch on.
    “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”
    I shook my head. Though obviously he thought I was the bomb.
    “Amazing. Stunning. I’m going to take you places you’ve never known existed.”
    I had no idea where he intended to take me, but I gathered he wasn’t talking about physical locations. He certainly had the money for vacations all over the world, but my instinct was sharp enough to know that wasn’t what we were discussing. Not by a long shot.
    “Are you wet, baby?” His voice remained lower than earlier, soft, gentle, soothing. Addicting.
    I bit my lip.
    “My baby is very wet, aren’t you?”
    That second question, like the first, didn’t require a response.
    “Show me.”
    I straightened my spine. It was one thing to take my panties off. Whatever he wanted me to do to “show” him was not registering.
    “Press your fingers into your pussy, baby. Show me how wet you are for me.”
    I gulped. I was afraid I would faint if I didn’t breathe more often. I stood there, not moving, my hands shaking again at my sides.
    “Look at me, Amelia.”
    I lifted my gaze to meet his.
    “I’m going to be as gentle as I can with you. I know this is all new to you. But you have to trust me, baby, to handle you as I see fit. Okay?”
    I nodded. Fool that I was. Slutty fool with no brain cells left to count.
    “Press two fingers into your pussy and show them to me.”
    I couldn’t stop myself from obeying his command. I lifted my skirt only as much as was needed to get my hand close to my sex, and then I stroked two fingers through my folds and brought them back out.
    Cade leaned forward and grabbed my wrist before I could decide what to do next. Still sitting on the coffee table, he brought my fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips. He moaned around them.
    But more importantly, I moaned also. I’d never seen, experienced, heard, or read about anything that sexy in my life.
    As he continued to lick and suck both fingers together and then each individually, the wetness he’d mentioned increased. I was afraid it would drip down my thighs. I leaned toward him, drawn like a magnet. “Sir…”
    He released my fingers, but not my wrist. “Now you’ve got it. If you want to call me Sir, I want it to sound the way you just said it.”
    I had no idea what I had done differently, but I was ridiculously glad he was pleased. I pulled on my hand, but Cade held it firmly. He hauled me closer to his body until I stood right in front of him, his knees touching mine. It was a wonder I didn’t fall, considering the height of my heels and the way I was wobbling all over the rug.
    Cade finally released my wrist and grabbed both my thighs with his hands. He didn’t set his fingers on top of my skirt, either. No. He smoothed them up from my knees and spread them on my bare skin. “Spread your legs wider, baby.”
    I stepped out, presumably hypnotized by this Dom.
    “Good girl.” His hands trailed up and down my outer thighs. “So obedient.” His thumbs dipped so close to my core, I wobbled. “Set your hands on my shoulders, baby.”
    I grabbed his T-shirt with both hands, glad for anything to keep me balanced. My head swam with lust, and my body had no blood supply to keep upright because all of it was currently gathered between my legs.
    Cade met my gaze, tipping his head back. “Eyes on me, baby. I’m going to make you come, and I want you to stand very still while I do it. Understood?”
    A new surge of arousal rushed from my lower lips, this time leaking onto my thighs unavoidably. I had no voice. There was no way I could tell Mr. Alexander, Cade, that the