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palm. “You, my sweet sub, are my slut. You have beautiful tits. Would you deny me the joy of viewing them?”
    Remembering the wild and sexy woman in the mirror, the woman who screamed and begged then soared as orgasm after orgasm ripped her apart, Jaimie’s mouth was dry as a bowl of dust. She’d never known such incredible satisfaction at the hand of a man—her only satisfying orgasms came at her own hand and that even paled in comparison to what her prince had given her.
    Would it really be awful to show off her breasts? They were nice, and the look in his eyes said he did enjoy them. Besides, there was something incredibly naughty about wearing a dress but having her “beautiful tits” exposed. God, she was turning into a wanton, wicked woman. A slut .
    “No,” she finally said.
    “Good.” He handed her a mask, this one brown with glittering sequins and feathers. “Put this on.”
    Jaimie followed him out of the bedroom. “Are we going somewhere? Oh, my god. I can’t go out like this.”
    He picked up a basket and blanket and turned. “You will and you will not cover yourself.”
    Dropping her arms to her side, Jaimie glanced outside. It wasn’t quite dark. Damn, she was going to have words with Lucy!
    Just think of more mind-blowing sex. She followed her Dom along a gravel path. The cool air brushed her nipples, making them pucker and poke out. She kept watch, hoping no one was nearby. After a few minutes, she had to admit that strolling outside partially naked felt strange and wildly exciting. She’d never thought she would do something like this!
    Nearing what looked like a forest, he veered off, taking a narrow trail that led into the woods. Relieved to be out of the open, Jaimie grinned and told herself to enjoy whatever her Prince Dom had planned. He led her to a small cleared patch of grass, set the basket down, and spread the quilt on the grass.
    “Dinner, my lovely Cinderella.” He drew out her name and indicated that she should sit.
    God, she did indeed feel sin ful. Sitting, Jaimie glanced around. The ground at her back rose in a gentle swell and leveled off. Birds sang and flew overhead, and rays of light pierced through branches. “It’s a lovely spot.”
    She felt a bit awkward, but she was also starved. Who’d have thought sex could make one so hungry? And not just for food, either.
    He removed a bottle of white wine, fried chicken, crackers, sliced cheese, and apples, then handed her a plate. Leaning on one elbow, he grabbed a drumstick and bit in. “So tell me about your job.”
    “Why?” Jaimie frowned. Last thing she wanted was for reality to intrude on her weekend of fantastic sex.
    “Consider this your downtime. You’d be surprised at how much networking goes on at one of these events. Your personal information isn’t revealed to your partner, but there are no rules against not revealing it voluntarily.” He shrugged. “Besides, this is a good way to get to know each other—outside of the bedroom so to speak. I know you’re an accountant. Where?”
    She had forgotten this weekend might be an opportunity to network. She took a sip of the wine he poured. “How come you know something about me, but I never got to see anything about you?”
    He grinned. “I sponsored your weekend. Those who pay get to choose their partners and see the questionnaire they filled out.”
    That made sense. She licked her fingers. “I worked at A & B Accounting.”
    “That’s a pretty large firm. Heard the owner’s a bit of a recluse ever since his wife died. You ever see him?”
    Jaimie laughed. “Me? I was a worker drone.” One who lost her job because she did the right thing. “None of the higher-ups bother to visit the peons. If they did, then maybe…”
    “Maybe what?”
    She shrugged. “Nothing.”
    “Why did you leave?”
    Sighing, Jaimie tossed her chicken bone onto her plate and wiped her fingers on her napkin. “I got fired, which is why I don’t want to talk about