Page 25 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

What was wrong with me?

I’d—

“Miranda?” Jasper knocked on the door.

His voice was tight.

“Just a minute.”

There was a pause. “Are you okay?” he finally asked. “Did I… did you…”

He didn’t know how to finish the question.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I was a monster.

A moment passed.

I didn’t hear him walk away.

“Your scent tells me you’re upset. Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong? My instincts are going to hell in a handbasket right now, and I can’t fucking stop them if you don’t talk to me.” He sounded… worried.

“Of course you didn’t do anything wrong. You saw the way I climaxed. I’ve never come twice like that in my life.”

I heard a long breath.

A long, relieved breath.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I took advantage of you.”

More silence followed.

Longer silence.

“How do you figure that?” he finally asked.

“You weren’t even sane, Jas. And I just… used you. I feel sick about it. Do you even remember what happens when you’re crazy like that? I didn’t make sure you were on board, or?—”

He cut me off. “Open the door, Miranda.”

It wasn’t a question, or a request.

It was a command.

I shook my head, though I knew full well he couldn’t see me.

“Open it, or I’ll break it down.” His voice was lower.

I didn’t think he was kidding.

“I want space, okay? Just give me a few minutes to?—”

A loud cracking noise made me jump.

The door broke open, and Jasper came striding in.

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