Page 224 of Savage Bosses

He leaned his head back. I hoped I could find these on social media. Dragon swaggered over to me and then kneeled where I pointed. I nearly passed out from the fantasy of it, if not from the flash photography and sounds of delight I would have. It was boiling in the room. I needed to get out of there quickly before it went to my head.

I took his con badge by the lanyard and then pointed forward. Victoria was the type to flirt hard, but I couldn't see her breaking a lover in public. I would not make him crawl. Besides, we could escape faster with him on two legs. “Come.”

“I plan to,” he said.

My knees went weak, but I managed not to stumble down the three-step exit from the dais. Did he just…? Was he flirting for cosplay or for real?

The photographers followed us as we exited a side door a dozen feet from the stage. Once the metal doors shut behind us, I realized that, in my panic, we had left through the service corridor and not into the main area where all the attendees were. I doubted anyone else thought about it, or they were thinking we'd figure it out and come back, giving them another photo op, or just that we'd end up outside.

I reached for the handle on the door. There wasn't one. The side we came through had a push bar. The side facing us did not. It was an exit only.

Nice.

I let go of the lanyard. “Looks like we're going to have to commit to this corridor. Unless you want to face the mob out there.”

“They did make a good point.” He moved closer to me.

I backed up until I met the cool cement wall next to the door. It was then that the privacy of the service corridor hit me. No one was in sight. We werealone. He was hot—at least I imagined that he was. Even if he wasn't, his body was. His voice was low and sexy in a take-charge way that I liked. “What do you mean?”

“I think you know.” He ran the back of his fingers over my jaw.

I found myself leaning into him before I remembered we were strangers. I knew nothing about him. He could be anyone, a serial killer. Who also happened to be a Dani Bond expert. No, I was the expert. “Is it because I beat you?”

He wore a helmet so I couldn't see his facial expression, but his hands never left my skin. He didn't tense or do anything that triggered danger—the wrong kind. However, with the toe-curling, screaming your head off, and walking funny threats, he sent vibes off like smoke signals on a mountain.

“It's not often I meet a woman who knows as much as me.”

“Arrogant much?”

“Of course.” He spun me around.

My visor tilted slightly, and my veil bunched. I could see why Victoria wore both to hide her appearance.

“Don't worry,” he said in my ear. “Secrets make con hookups even more fun.”

He ran his hand down the sides of my waist as he pressed against me. His hardness dug into my butt. “Condoms better not be one of them.”

For an answer, he held a slim, foil-lined package out that he was in the process of opening. I snatched it and pushed away from the wall. Face to face—sort of—I was treated to the image of commander Murphy with his junk out. The red and purple instrument of my destruction stood proudly at attention, ready to serve the moment I put on its raincoat.

Don't think.

I stepped toward him, wrapping my hand around his healthy specimen. “You're almost ready for duty, soldier.”

He grunted as I put the condom on him. “How about now, Ma'am?”

The situation was kinky as hell, and I was here for it.

“Your uniform is ready, but I am not... yet.” I put my leg on his shoulder. “Hold this for a minute.”

I slid my foot out of the boot and then quickly peeled down my leggings enough to free a leg. The moment it was free, he pressed me against the wall, this time facing each other.

Dragon raised my naked leg to his shoulder. “I want to take you like this.”

He ran his hand down my calf to my thigh. I shivered when he brushed my clit through my brand-new silk thong. It was a dark forest green that I thought Victoria would wear. I wanted to play her to the end, except I engaged in a little superior/subordinate play. I was—

Dragon sank into me with a satisfying slowness that threatened to undo me. The man knew how to fill out a woman. “Oh, that's good.”

“Better than Benedict?”

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