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discover,” he said.
    And she laughed. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she told him.
    He grinned, suddenly realizing that he was happy. And Michael Devlin couldn’t remember the last time he had been really happy.

CHAPTER FOUR

    E mily hurried downstairs. Devlin was waiting for her in Gran’s old-fashioned parlor, which was across from the more modern living room. It was filled with the furniture that had been in the house when Gran was a girl. “How do I look?” she asked as she came into the parlor. She was wearing a violet-sprigged cream-colored dress with a fitted bodice, and a flirty, floaty skirt with a scalloped hemline. She twirled to give him the full effect. He had made love to her a second time this afternoon, and then they had napped together in his bed. It had been even better the second time, and Emily was feeling more relaxed than she had ever felt in her life. Making love was quite a revelation, yet she couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been different with another man. Better, or worse?
    The green eyes looked her over admiringly. Then he said, “Are you wearing panties and a bra, Emily?”
    “Of course. We’re going out,” she replied.
    “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought I made myself clear this morning. When you are with me you do not wear undergarments. Take them off.”
    “We’re going to be in a public place, Devlin,” she protested.
    “What if I want to pull over on our way home to make love to you in the car?” he asked. “If you want to question me, Emily, then perhaps you should find another lover.”
    “Damn it, Devlin, I don’t want another lover! Where would I find one in this town? And I most certainly don’t want people gossiping about me and some local. You’re the perfect lover. You live in the city. Besides, you understand my dilemma and the reason I’ve taken you for a lover. You’re not going to go all postal on me when I say I’ve learned enough from you and tell you to go away,” Emily said.
    “Then trust me enough to do what I say,” he told her. “If you want me for your teacher then you have to obey me. I will never harm you, angel face. In fact, I’m going to teach you something right now about passion. Take off the panties and bra, Emily.”
    Reaching up, she unhooked the bra through her dress, sliding one strap off under the fabric, then the other, and drawing it out through the short sleeve, laying it aside on a balloon-backed burgundy-colored velvet chair.
    “You do that like you’ve done it before,” he told her with a grin.
    “Shut up,” she said. “It’s the quickest way to take a bra off when you get home, and every woman in the world knows that.” She reached beneath her skirt and pulled her panties off, flipping them onto the chair next to the bra. “Satisfied? God, I hope no one can see through this dress,” Emily muttered nervously. “Can you?”
    “No,” he said, but he lied. The faint shadow of her slender legs was very visible.
    “Can we go now?” she asked him.
    “Nope,” he replied. “Pull up your skirt and let me see your pussy.”
    “Devlin!” Her tone was shocked.
    “Pull up your skirt,” he ordered her in a hard tone.
    “It’s vulgar,” Emily said, and then she squealed as, gripping her wrist, he pulled her facedown over the high rolled arm of the settee, yanked up her dress, and began to spank her, his other hand now on the small of her back to hold her down.
    “You are a very, very, very bad girl, Emily Shanski,” he said, each word punctuated by his hand on her bared bottom.
    She was more surprised than harmed by his actions, and if the truth were known it was rather exciting too. She felt a distinct tingle in her clitoris.
    “Now tell me you’re sorry, and you won’t be such a bad girl again,” Devlin said.
    “Won’t!” Emily replied, getting into the spirit of the game, and wanting him to spank her some more. “And you can’t make me either!”
    He grinned, delighted that