Page 121 of Screwged for Christmas

“Have a little faith.” He dropped our towels and led me back into his bedroom. I was surprised how natural it was to walk around naked with him.

He pulled several shopping bags out of his wardrobe. “See what you think of these.”

I peered inside, then I raised my head. “I’m not wearing a corset and garter belt to breakfast.”

Malcolm already had on his briefs and was pulling his tee-shirt over his head. He grinned when his head popped through the neck hole. “Try the other bag.”

I pulled out a lavender cowl neck sweater and slim black pants. “The sweater is so soft!” I hugged it to me.

“It should be, it’s made from our own wool.”

“It’s cashmere?”

“Of course.” He sounded surprised.

And why not. He was a duke. I didn’t buy cashmere sweaters. I was still paying off my student loans and mom’s constant nursing home bills.

Still clutching it to my bare chest, I pulled out a lacey bra and panty set precisely the same color.

“You like this color, huh?” I set the sweater down to slip on the bra.

He came around to hook my bra. “I love this color. It goes well with your eyes.” He brushed my hair away from my neck, pressing his lips to my bare skin there. Honest to God, I swooned. “If I don’t leave now, I’ll have you bent over the couch, taking my cock. Meet me in the dining room when you’re ready.” He released me, but his lips brushed my ear. “And skip the panties.”

I closed my eyes, hoping to God that he opted for bending me over the couch. Then my stomach gurgled. Well damn, I guess food it was.

When I was alone in the room, I gulped a few breaths. I had to get a grip.

I was a professional woman. I had the same fucking degrees that Malcolm had. And I’d obtained them much earlier and under levels of stress he could never imagine.

Mom’s work as a nurse provided the only income for us and as her health started failing, she continued working. Luckily, I discovered early on that I was good at taking tests.

Ok, that’s not entirely true. I was great at test-taking. Good test-taking lead to IQ testing, which lead to me skipping multiple grades. I skipped high school altogether and entered a combined college and medical school program on a scholarship.

My chosen work would allow me to cover Mom’s medical expenses. That was how I was a physician at twenty-two.

And a virgin till last May.

All I was comfortable with was learning, and there was so much to learn.

This thing with Malcolm was something else entirely. I wasn’t sure how to even categorize it. I don’t know why I craved his commands when he was buried deep inside me, but I had to get control of it.

I slipped the panties on, then the pants along with cashmere socks and knee-high black leather boots. Surprisingly, everything fit perfectly. Was there anything that man didn’t do well?

I studied my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I had some color in my cheeks. I left my hair loose instead of pulling it back like I usually did. There was something different about me, more than the wardrobe change.

Peering closer in the mirror, I was surprised at the woman I saw there. She beamed back to me and it hit. I looked happy.

Downstairs in the dining room, a full hot breakfast and Malcolm waited for me. He sat at the head of the twelve-person table, reading a newspaper and sipping his coffee.

“You found the dining room. I was hoping the smell of bacon would help.”

My stomach rumbled again.

“You collect coats of arms, I see.”

Malcolm led me to the place setting at his right. “Family history.”

“Some family.” I couldn’t imagine passing knights armor from the crusades every time I needed a snack.

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