She tapped a finger against her chin. "This is how it is going to work from now. I will give you a command and you follow it. Simple."

He arched his brow in curiosity.

"No speaking," she warned. He surprised her by keeping silent. "There are two rules." She ground down on his lap. "I give you what I want. You love it and accept it without question."

His eyes blazed. From the firm length poking her, she was sure he really liked this situation.

Her eyes ran over his body as though it was her own possession.

"Take off your shirt," she commanded just before releasing his hands.

He leaned forward and paused for a moment. Then, he reached down to his waist and grabbed the hem of his shirt, and raised it above his head, tossing it behind her.

"Good boy," she praised.

"Oh, is that what you want?" The challenge sparked something fear in her.

"It's not possible for you to be a good boy." She ran a finger down his chest, leaving her gaze locked with his. In a flash, she was on her back, looking up at her husband.

"Absolutely not. I might get soft for you sometimes, but I know when to play hard, baby." His face scanned her expression intently.

"So, no cute pet names whispered in my ear while you gently make sweet love to me?" she whispered.

"I would rather spew filthy, demented words in your ear while I violate every inch of your delicious body." His explanation was calm like he was talking about the weather. "I can be as rough as you want. You only need to be willing."

"Is that what the birthday boy wishes for?"

He nodded. "Adoring you has made my animal urges so hard to control." He didn't take time to think his words over.

She pulled herself closer to him so that their faces were inches apart. "That's exactly how it should be." She kissed him, unable to resist his lips.

He kissed her back deeply, nothing like the soft peck she gave him. In return, she wrapped her legs around his waist and was just about to grind against him, when he pulled away.

"But even when I am being filthy and rough, I am making love to you," he swore.

Her eyes widened. "Why do you need to tell me that? To remind me that or yourself?" she eyed him carefully.

"It's to clarify any doubt that we may have." He cleared his throat. He stopped speaking and his eyes zeroed in on her chest.

"My turn to take off clothes?" she teased with a flirty smile.

"If I had my way, you would've been naked the moment everyone left the house." He reached out to unbutton her shirt, but she slapped his hands away.

"So impatient, Mr. Mo." She brought her fingertip to the bottom of the shirt and slowly undid it. She did the same with the next, dragging it out even longer. Watching his enchantment at her every move was incredibly intoxicating.

But she should have known better than to tease the dragon.

Before she got to the third button, he pounced, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and in one fell swoop, pulling it over her head, leaving her lying there in her bra and rumpled skirt bunched at her waist.

Just as he was about to pounce on the next item of clothing, she caught it off guard by grabbing his pants by the waist. She had them unbuttoned and unzipped before he even had a chance to react.

She expected to find boxers. As usual.

"Did you run out of underwear?" she asked, taking in his naked form. She could stare at the man for hours, but this was a pleasant surprise.

"I thought this would be easier for you," he said with a casual shrug.

"Yes, it is easier this way." She flashed him a naughty smile. "Are you going to pounce on me again?" she stretched out her body as an offering. She could see how his eyes darkened as his eyes roved over her body.

"Would you like that?" He licked his bottom lip in anticipation.

"Only one way to find out!" Before she could finish the sentence, his hands were on her, bra and panties were across the room and halfway there, respectively. He casually let the skirt stay.

The man had skills. And a lot of practice with her.

His hands went straight to her bare breasts. "I have missed you," he said to them. Mo Qingchen often spoke to her boobs… almost reverently.

He gripped one firmly and gazed at it longingly. His warm lips scattered all thought from her mind. The man could do some serious damage to her intelligence with that mouth of his.

She hummed as he went to town, caressing and touching as he wished. In the end, the promise of giving and making him only take what she offered flew out of the window. This man never let up a chance to dominate her.

And because she thoroughly enjoyed his ministrations, she didn't stay. It didn't help that she was beyond redemption at this point. His charm worked acutely on her. She could only lay back like a willing pray and let him eat her.

He ran his fingers across her skin long after he was satisfied. The feathery touches left her shuddering. Still in her skirt, she sat up and glared at him.

"You ruined my plans!" she pouted.

"The sex was not part of your plan?" he asked incredulously.

She shook her head. "It was part of the plan. But not in this order. I still have a few more steps until the sex came into play. But you took everything into your own hands!" she scolded him.

He let out a humorless laugh. "You're the one who teased the monster into coming out. You can't complain now. What do you have in store for me, Mrs. Mo? What did I miss?" he asked.