Page 157 of Irresistible Rogue

You literally just threw yourself at him.

Please chill.

“It’s just a party, Jolie.” He smirked at me a little. “Just relax and be yourself.” Then his eyes roamed over my outfit. Hungrily.

“I’m excited.”

“I see that.” His eyes lingered on my cleavage. “That dress is…”

“Different?”

“Yes. Different.” His eyes moved slowly over me, then met mine. “You look… fucking beautiful.”

Thank you, Aunt Madeleine.

He’d never said that to me before.Beautiful.And coming from him, it felt especially… special.

“I know how much you like me in sweats and an oversized T-shirt,” I teased, actually feeling a bit squirmy when he stared at me like that. I wasn’t so used to being thebeautifulgirl. “I figured I’d give this a whirl.” I did a slow, slightly clumsy turn so he could check me out.

He was studying my thigh area very seriously. “Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes.” Was he kidding? If I wasn’t wearing panties I’d be dripping down my legs already.

He kinda frowned. “Garters are impractical.”

I almost laughed. “What?”

His eyes met mine. “They make it hard to get the panties off.”

“Oh. Well, I guess you’ll just have to work for it, then.”

His eyes darkened, and in that look was a promise that my panties were in no way safe from him tonight, garters in the way or no. “Naughty,” he warned.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” I felt giddy. “I think it’s the garters.”

Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re a “pleasure Dom” and I can’t believe I won this lottery.

He drew open the passenger door for me. “Get your adorable ass in the car before you cause an accident.”

I slid in, and once he was behind the wheel and we were on our way, he kept looking at me, checking me out as I positively glowed. He seemed particularly interested in the hint of bare flesh above my stockings. “How do you feel?” he asked me.

Besides turned on?“Nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know how this works or what I’m supposed to do.”

“I told you, little dove. Stop trying so hard. You don’t need to work at it so much.”

I wondered if Madeleine was right. Did he really just want to pleaseme, sexually? That was all I had to do—receive the pleasure he gave—to please him?

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Hot Daddy Dom,” I said, striving for casual. “You know what you’re doing.” I took a calming breath. “I don’t want to disappoint you. Or embarrass myself.”

“You won’t disappoint me.”

“I’m not sure what’s expected of me at this place, though,” I probed.

“Nothing is expected of you from anyone but me.”

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