Page 5 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“To tell you that whatever it is, it’ll be okay,” I said with a shrug. “Sometimes hearing that from an outside perspective can make the difference. And to get shot down in whatever spectacular way makes you feel a little bit better.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You want to get turned down?”

“Of course not,” I growled, leaning forward slightly, inhaling the faintest trace of her scent. “I would much rather sit across from you and do my best to make you smile all night … And morning.”

I’d timed the pause perfectly. She had just opened her mouth to reply when the implication of my words hit home.

“Bold,” she said.

But there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips when she said it.

Smiling, I slid into the seat opposite her.

“I’m Damon,” I rumbled, not pausing to question my good fortune. There was a time to be thorough and a time to be daring.

It was time to be daring.

“Elanya,” she replied after a moment, sticking her hand out.

I reached over and took it, but instead of shaking it, I brought the back of her palm to my mouth, brushing my lips over her skin.

“The pleasure,” I promised with a grin, “will not be all mine.”

Elanya giggled.

That wasn’t how I’d planned it, but so far, everything was going perfectly to plan.

Chapter Four

Elanya

I left the bar on his arm. But that wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wanted to be on something else of his.

He swung me around, pinning me to the brick wall under the overhang out front of the Twelfth Caesar’s Bar while rain hammered down.

“I’ve waited all night for this,” he growled in that deep, throaty bass voice of his.

I arched up into him, knowing full well what was coming. He’d been hinting at it for the past two hours with his eyes roaming over my body, his hands searing my skin whenever he’d run his fingers up my arm.

Our lips met.

This is insane, a small voice tried to say before it was washed away in the fiery embrace of our mouths as they moved against one another. Tongues danced and darted, teasing and tasting.

His hands were on my waist. Fingers strong and smooth, gripping me tight. I gasped as he slid them up over my hipbone. And ribs. One hand caressed my breast, the other continued up, cupping my cheek as I wrapped both hands around his neck. We were like teenagers in heat, and neither of us cared.

“How far is your place?” I whispered into his ear.

Rob would kill me if he knew what I was doing, but I didn’t care. I needed this. Random, meaningless but hot connection. If asked, I couldn’t have said why, but at that moment, it was all I could think about. Damon was all I could think about.

Perhaps it was his charm and the way he’d casually and arrogantly managed to slip past my defenses without offending me in the process. He’d never once hidden his reason for coming over, and despite knowing he wanted me, I’d let him in anyway.

“Ten-minute cab,” he rumbled, his deep blue eyes almost brown in the yellow overhead light.

Or maybe it was because I wanted him, too. Staring up-up-up into his face, with its strong cheekbones and a chin covered in jet-black facial hair that only served to emphasize the sharpness of his gaze. His suit, far too fancy for Caesar’s, was immaculately tailored to his impressive body. Biceps the size of my neck pulled the soft wool tight, and his powerful chest had stretched the shirt on multiple occasions.

“Too far,” I said, running my hands over those pecs now, feeling their tautness under the fabric.

“Are you saying yours is closer?” he asked, nuzzling in tight to my neck, kissing, biting, sucking. “Or that you want to find an alley?”

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