Page 56 of Surge of Fire

Every muscle in my body tightens. “No. I was scared of him. I kind of hated him.”

“So this isn’t just a dragon thing,” he says triumphantly.

No. Thisisa dragon thing. I don’t even like this guy as a person. Hell, I don’t even know if I can trust this guy. There’s nothing real going on between us.

“You’re just the guy who wants me to be a pin-cushion to a bunch of scientists,” I tell him, stepping back and continuing to put my pants on.

There’s a moment of silence between us. “Look, I know we didn’t get off on the best foot, but I was honest when I said the scientists I work with could help you. When we get out of this, I’m going to go to them myself. They have answers, and I have lots of questions. I’ve seen them conduct a number of experiments, and they’ve never been unethical about it. They’re going to provide us with the help we need right now.”

I study him beneath my lashes as I pull my shirt on. He seems sincere. I might have to rethink the whole Specter Inc. thing because he’s right about one thing: we need help.

“Are you going to get dressed?”

He glances down at himself, then back at me. “You want me to?”

My cheeks heat. The man looks good naked, and he knows it. “Yes.”

Then I watch him while he bends down and picks up his clothes. His ass… it’s magnificent, and he’s got the kind of thighs that could crack a watermelon open. Thighs I remember gripping me quite clearly during a certain upside down doggy position.

He catches my gaze as I blatantly stare, and his eyes darken again. “Round… what? Fifteen?”

I turn away. “Nope. We areneverhaving sex again.”

It takes a lot of willpower, like,a lotof willpower to keep my eyes locked on the setting sun while he finishes dressing, but then I sense him behind me. Trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I can sense him even before he reaches me, I hold still, and his delicious scent wraps around me again.

“Why in the hell wouldn’t we have sex again?”

I glance back at him, trying to decide the best way to handle this delicate situation. “I have someone I… care about?”

Anger transforms his face. “Who?” And the word is almost a threat.

“It doesn’t matter. All I know is that what we did just now can’t happen again.”

He doesn’t seem to hear me. His features grow even harsher with his anger. “Boyfriend?”

“No–”

“Fiancé?”

“No–”

“Husband?” He looks enraged.

“No.” And before he can cut me off again, I press on, “Nothing like that. He’s just important to me.”

“So important that he hasn’t even put a label to what you are?”

I glare, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “This is none of your business.”

He doesn’t react. “I would say it became my business just around the tenth time I filled you with my cum.”

My jaw drops open. “You can’t say that.”

He pulls me against him, then leans down so his lips are inches from my ear. “You’re dripping with it right now. Try to tell me I’m wrong.”

I squirm, and he groans.

“D-don’t.”

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