Page 64 of Ditching the Dragon (Fated Dates)

“Not unless you ask.”

Cackling, I twist and make for an escape. “Eh, I’ll go find someone who wants me enough to not make me beg for it.”

A big hand plants over my shoulder and traps me before I can escape.

“Get your legs around me now, or I’m fucking you in whatever position I like... and it will be whatever makes you the most submissive to me.”

The thought of him forcing my ass up, my face in the bed, and sucking in air through the special mattress he bought primarily for that position makes the mate bite on my neck pulse.

It shoots a shock of pleasure straight to my pussy.

But the stylist spent a lot of time straightening my hair this morning, and it’ll already be disheveled enough.

Parsens is announcing my partnership at the end of the day, and I want to look nice for Wick.

Not for the rest; never the rest.

Wick did insist I take the morning off for a spa day. My nails are neatly painted in a sharp french tip, my skin is so soft it should be illegal, and the new wrap dress he bought me is in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Vi and Brynn are meeting us for dinner later, and our lunch grows cold several rooms away.

This man even moved his investment in my employer into a blind trust to avoid grumbling about the unanimous approval of my promotion. That he’d cede control of such a major investment for me is still on my top ten list of aphrodisiacs.

So, I do as he asks and wrap my legs around him. He surges into me so forcefully, it makes me gasp.

No amount of acclimation adjusts to this man.

He doesn’t have the chance to withdraw before an electronic trill fills the air.

On the nightstand, my cell phone buzzes to life.

The Caller ID reads, “Cheating Ex.”

Damn it, Violet!Of all the times her selective use of my phone that night so many weeks ago could have backfired, now is an epically bad time.

Because my mate doesn’t pull out of me when he plucks my phone from the nightstand.

“Don’t—”

“Annie Barrett’s phone,” he answers. I slap my hands over my mouth. I haven’t heard from my ex for weeks, although I did hear from mutual friends he got fired for fraudulent timekeeping and is on the verge of losing his apartment.

Which was not the least bit satisfying.

It was, in actuality,a lotbit satisfying.

“Hello? Is this Annie’s phone?” Trent replies on the other end.

“It is. Is this the cheating ex?”

He harrumphs on the other end of the line. “Is that what she’s telling people? She’s full of—”

“The only thing she’s full of right now is my cock, fucking her good and full of my cum.”

“I—what?”

“You heard me. What do you need? I don’t let others hear my woman come, and she’s about there.”

“Fucking hell, man. Overshare.”

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