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As if he was reading her mind, he lowered his face to her breasts and scraped his fangs across them as well. He pricked one hard nipple with the tip of a fang and held her down as she almost came off the bed. “No, little one,” he growled, “You’re not the only one who gets to be bitey.” He began to roll her nipple in his mouth, nibbling and sucking until she realized her body was going to overheat again. He generously paid tribute to the other side while her hands flexed in the shackles of his, still locked over her head. He finally let go as he slid down her body, and she gripped the sheets instead. “Watch me,” he commanded as he pushed her legs apart.

She tried to resist, not wanting those fangs anywhere near her tender parts, but he overpowered her and held her thighs wide.

He ran a finger down her center, parting her lips and saw the moisture already there for him. He leaned down and gave a small lick, then a feral smile as her hips bucked. He locked eyes with her, then turned his face to her thigh and scraped his fangs down the tender flesh there.

She squirmed again, and he laughed his rumbly dragon laugh. More moisture flooded her in response, and he stabbed at it with his tongue. He lapped at her and circled her clit, his tongue warm and impossibly soft. She clenched and unclenched her hands in the silky sheets, unsure if she could take much more. She looked down and saw him watching her with those flaming eyes. She froze as prey does when a large predator gets them in sight. She shivered, and that earned her another rumble, and he blew warm air onto her. Her back arched, and her legs began to shake. She was so close, and he was doing amazing things that she almost couldn’t stand. Suddenly, the tip of his fang scraped across her sensitive bud, and she exploded.

He greedily latched his mouth to her, sucking it all in as she had taken him.

She screamed, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure. She finally stilled, gasping for air. He lay there, draped over her legs, his head on her thigh, nuzzling her skin and making purring sounds. This was a satisfied dragon, and he was all hers.

Chapter 26

After a while, Vaughnsprang from the bed and picked her up over his shoulder again, walking into the bathroom. She gave a feeble protest, but her legs were still too weak to get there under her own power. She heard him turn on the shower, and he walked into the steamy stall and plopped her down under the spray.

“Hey!” she shouted as the water hit her full in the face, waking her from her stupor.

“Sorry,” he grinned, not looking the least bit apologetic. “But you were such a dirty girl, I knew I needed to get you clean.”

She looked up at him, black hair slick and wet, water coursing down his chest. How many fantasies had she had about him looking like this in the office? She’d lost count, but the reality was so much better than her imagination.

“Glasses!” she suddenly said.

He looked at her in confusion.

“Where are your glasses? You were wearing glasses at Chesapeake and when you came to my office, but I haven’t seen you wear them since.”

Vaughn looked down at his toes, he seemed a little embarrassed.

Her big, strong dragon, bashful about glasses? She smiled.

“They weren’t real,” he admitted, “I only wore them to try to look more professional. I’ve learned that people don’t take you as seriously as they should when they think you’re just a male cover model. Having a little issue like needing glasses made me seem more approachable.”

She’d had fantasies about those glasses on him. Those and nothing else.

He grinned, picking up on what she was thinking. “Bridget,” he chided as he picked up a shower poof and squirted her creamy summer-scented body wash on it. “Having some naughty librarian fantasies, were we? I think one night we are just going to have to list all of your dirty thoughts about me so we can act them out.”

Bridget’s mouth went dry despite being surrounded by water.

Vaughn stepped closer and began to run the soap over her body in light circles.

She relaxed into the warm steam and almost hypnotic motion of the puff as he turned her around and began scrubbing her back. She was ready to purr herself.

He wrapped his arms around her, placing her slippery skin against his own slick chest.

She leaned into him and enjoyed the warmth of his body, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. She was going to offer to wash him when she felt him hard and ready against her backside. She looked up at him, over her shoulder. “Already?” she asked.

“Quick healing,” he reminded her.

Oh crap, she thought,makes so much more sense. She arched her back into him as he slid a finger between her legs and stroked her.

“Still wet for me, my love?” he purred in her ear.

She nodded breathlessly and wiggled against him, begging for more.

He obliged by bending her over the bench at the back of the shower and worked the tip of his shaft into her warmth. With one hand on her back and the other on her bottom, he pulled back slightly and, just when she started to squirm for him, slammed himself to the hilt.

She screamed in pleasure, and he pulled back again. “Please, please,” she cried out, wanting him to fill her again.

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