Dare to Submit by Carly Phillips

Her eyes held a wealth of passion in their depths, and when she licked her lips, he knew what she intended.
    He covered her small hand with his and stilled all motion. “No more.”
    She blinked at his dominant tone.
    Good. Because it was time for him to take charge.

SEVEN
    A manda had operated on autopilot tonight, letting her desire take her where she needed to go. And she wasn’t just talking sexual desire. She’d boarded the plane to New York, better judgment be damned, landed, and headed straight for the club. One look at Decklan and she knew why she’d come. To experience the way she felt when he was near. The stomach-churning excitement, the heightened sense of awareness he inspired. All her senses were engaged.
    Sight . She couldn’t stop staring at him, his tanned, handsome face, white teeth when he deigned to smile, strong jaw, and the integrity she felt he possessed deep inside. Hearing . His deep voice caused ripples of awareness throughout her body, drawing her into his orbit, making her wet with his husky commands. Smell . Every inhale made her more aware of him as a potent male, and his musky scent that was pure Decklan turned her insides to mush. Taste . The memory of his kiss kept her tossing and turning in her bed at night, her nipples hard and begging for his touch and her pussy so wet she’d have to make herself come with her own hands before she could find any respite in sleep.
    And touch . Oh God, when he touched her, cupped her neck in his strong hand, she melted, willing to be at his beck and call, even if it meant divulging personal secrets. She shivered at how much she’d revealed to him about her insecurities, but he wasn’t using them against her. No, he seemed to embrace the things about her she’d been taught to hate.
    The way he waited patiently for her to respond to his command, knowing with certainty she would, allowed her to give over. Although she wanted to touch him further, to outline that hard, thick cock with her hands, gauge his length, and ultimately taste him, she stopped all motion and lifted her hand.
    “Good girl,” he said in a panty-melting voice. “Now hand me your underwear.”
    She blinked, certain she hadn’t heard him correctly.
    “Give me your panties.” He held out his hand.
    She swallowed hard, her sex swelling at the command. “I’m not wearing any.”
    He let out a shuddering groan. At least she wasn’t alone in this whirlpool of need.
    “Spread your legs.”
    She did as he commanded, sliding her thighs apart. At least she’d worn a flirty skirt that hit above the knee, protecting her rear end from the carriage seat.
    “More,” he ordered.
    She spread her legs even wider.
    He placed the blanket over the top of her skirt, covering her from prying eyes that didn’t exist. At least if the driver turned around, he wouldn’t see Decklan’s hand beneath the blanket, under her skirt, his fingers skating along her damp outer folds. The roughened pads of his fingertips glided along her sensitized flesh.
    “Oh God.” She moaned aloud.
    “Shh. I don’t want to have to gag you.”
    Gag her ? Here?
    “You’ll be quiet?” he asked in that dark voice that gave her a rush.
    She nodded quickly.
    He kissed her jaw, licked her pulse point, and continued to tease her slick sex. “You’re beautiful.”
    She shook her head—out of habit—and he pinched her clit. Pain radiated through her core.
    “Are you calling me a liar?” he asked.
    She shook her head. Tears threatened. Not because he’d hurt her physically. No, that pain had almost immediately grown into something hot and sweet. Something good. She wasn’t really sure why the emotional tears were ready to come.
    “Then believe what I’m saying. You’re gorgeous. Do you want to know the first thing I noticed about you? Your breasts,” he continued without waiting for her to reply.
    He shifted in his seat. One hand covered her mound, and as he ground his palm against her sex, waves of wonderful