Page 49 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

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JASPER

I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. Twice.

If I wasn’t so fucking attracted to my female, I would’ve been embarrassed.

But I was attracted to her.

Painfully so.

And I had to fight like hell to resist wrapping my fist around my cock and jerking off to the memory of the way she’d felt around my fingers.

My hands dug into the counter as I leaned against it, gritting my teeth against the need.

I wanted her.

Needed her.

But she was determined not to be mine.

She’d asked me to call August, so when I’d steadied myself enough, I went looking for the device. It took a few minutes, but I finally found it in a drawer. Ignoring the missed calls and messages from everyone else, I called him back.

“Hello?” He sounded much calmer than I felt, for once in our damn lives.

I wanted to get back to the time when I was the laid-back one.

“Hey.” I gritted my teeth against a surge of need to check on my mate.

She wanted space, clearly.

“You okay?”

“Peachy,” I ground out. “Miranda wants to know if your sense of smell went back to normal after your bond broke.”

There was a beat of silence. “No. Elodie’s scent was still everything to me. I could smell her emotions on my clothes when I was in prison.”

“Great.”

August gave me another moment of quiet.

I closed my eyes and let out a long breath before opening them again.

“How’s it going over there?” he finally asked.

“Badly.”

He waited.

I didn’t offer more information.

“Care to elaborate?” he finally asked.

“She’s hiding from me in the bathroom right now, if that tells you anything.”

August chuckled. “Yeah, that happens on day one.”

“It’s not day one.”

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