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“They’re men. They like it when beautiful women abuse them.”

There was a reason she connected so well with the K&A men. She herself was a sexual Dominant, one who regularly enjoyed playing Mistress to willing submissives at Club Progeny.

“Whenever I tell you to call me Janet, you just nod and say, ‘Yes ma’am. Janet’.”

“You prefer ma’am. You like it when men call you that.”

“You haven’t asked me for them.”

They studied one another. “Max, I want my shoes.”

He cocked his head. “There it is. That female hawk look.”

Matt Kensington trusted her implicitly, and he didn’t do that with anyone, really. Max had seen him check Lucas’ numbers or Ben’s legal work, but Janet could be riding in the limo, put a stack of papers in front of him, and he’d sign them with a cursory glance.

“Thor, remove all your clothes. Take your time with it. Make me notice your ass.”

His feet were far enough apart she saw the heavy weight of his testicles swinging free.

Matt could affect her for reasons far beyond female hormones, and he proved it now, sobering.

Most men, she’d pull away if they held her restrained like this, but not Matt.