Page 66 of Dragon Detective

He huffed in my ear, the sound pure satisfaction, and pulled his fingers out of me to work on my clit, rubbing it while my eyes rolled back in my head. My clit hardened to a tight nub, and I settled back, anticipating the ride I knew was coming.

I hooked my upper leg over his, giving him full access to my core, whimpering out my need. The dragon shifter detectivebehind me just kept lazily sliding his cock through my wetness, his fingers gliding up inside me.

Reaching down, I grabbed onto his cock, and now when he rocked forward, it met my tight fist. I pumped as he moved, and his groans rasped in my ear.

“Fuck, fuck,” he said, his body tensing, shaking with need.

He rose onto his knees and tugged me up by my hips, turning me to put me on my hands and knees. When he moved around behind me and spread my thighs wide, I pressed back against him.

Holding my hips steady, he teased my entrance with the head of his cock.

My eyelids fluttered, and I fisted the bedding, holding on while I waited for him to seat himself deep inside me.

Leaning over me, he paused, pressing the tip of his cock in a fraction of its length. He growled in my ear, and bit down on my shoulder, though gently. I spread my legs farther apart, and he edged forward, giving me only a bit of his cock before pulling it out once more.

All I could focus on was Reylor. His cock. This perfect moment between us.

When he jerked his hips forward, driving his entire length inside me, we both groaned.

Pulling out, he pushed himself back inside. He set a slow pace that gave my body time to adjust to his but also brought me closer to falling apart. I needed so much more, and I knew this man would deliver.

Moaning, I pressed my face into my pillow, bracing myself with my forearms while he drew back and dove inside me.

He leaned over me and bit my shoulder again, and the sensations that roared through me made me crave him even more. His hand found my breast, and he tugged on the nipple to match the pace of each of his thrusts.

There was something perfectly primal about this. His teeth gently held me in place while he loved as much of my body as he could touch.

Pushing harder into me, he left my breast and moved down to roll my clit before making slow circles with his thumb.

I turned feral, jerking my hips back to meet him while burying my whimpers in the pillow.

He rubbed harder and picked up his pace, smacking his hips against mine with each drive of his cock.

My cries rang out as he went faster. Through it all, he continued to stroke my clit that had turned into a throbbing nub.

Before I could hold it back, an orgasm slammed through me, and I cried out his name. His hiss was followed by a heady groan as his body jerked inside mine.

We collapsed onto the bed together, completely spent.

Like the day before, Reylor went to the office while I remained at my B&B, adding the first coat of paint to the walls I’d primed the day before. By the time I’d finished one circumference of the room, the first layer had dried enough for me to apply a second. I stopped for lunch, eating out on my back patio with Max lounging beneath my chair, before I went to the basement where I’d set up sawhorses and laid one of the doors that needed refinishing. After sanding the wood, I applied a coat of poly. By the time I’d finished coating the fronts of two doors, it was time to think about dinner, though we’d decided to have lasagna and garlic bread again. I always made a lot, and we’d freeze what was left for a future meal.

Reylor adored it as much as me, and while I’d given interviews and had write-ups in the news about the meals I’dprepared at the restaurant where I’d worked, his praise meant much more to me than that of a reporter.

After cleaning my brushes and leaving them to dry for the next day, I went up to my suite, stripped, and showered. It felt great to wash off the sweat of my efforts, and I didn’t get out until the water had started to chill. A large, solar-powered water heater was on my to-buy list, but I’d hold the purchase off until I was closer to opening my business.

I tugged on underwear and a sundress and padded barefoot out of my suite and started down the hall.

That’s when the scent of pipe tobacco reached me.

I didn’t smoke and neither did Reylor but . . .

I couldn’t help remembering the few pictures of Justin I’d found in the library desk. In each, he held a pipe with smoke curling up from the bowl. Someone in town said he kept it lit most of the day, stating that he’d mentioned not smoking it often but loving the scent.

“Justin?” I whispered, moving over to stand close to the wall.

The temperature dropped abruptly, and goosebumps sped across my skin.

When footsteps echoed far overhead, I bit back my yelp.

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