Page 228 of Savage Bosses

“Yes,” she moaned as I drilled into her from behind. The jingle of my jester mask and the slapping of flesh was our soundtrack as I moved behind her as though my life depended on it, more like each shove of my hard body inside hers would make us even.

Each thrust inside her slick warm channel was a step closer to her screaming in pleasure and my release after an evening game of cat and mouse.

Jaelle made me work for it, from stripping her gown from her body without unmasking her, to the moment I slid home. The woman was a menace to my senses.

Already, the conflict of figuring out how to keep her weighed in the back of my mind as I gripped her waist to keep her plump ass against me while I moved.

What happens at a Martinicon, stays at a Martinicon.

I knew that.

“Dragon,” she sighed. “I'm about—“

I knew what she was about to do. My balls were tightening as I forced myself—no, as I held myself back. If she was about to come, I wanted to finish strong and leave my mark between her legs for any other that dared to be there. This was mine.

I was doing it again.

Jaelle was a con girl. They weren't real outside of the fandom. Sunday, we would go back to our regular lives, and she'd probably turn out to be a prude. Even if she wasn't, I couldn't afford to keep her past the weekend.

“Oh—“ she called out before muffing herself with a pillow.

That was damn sexy. The last time we were in the hallway. She had to hide. However, we were in private this time, and she was a hellcat. “Don't hide yourself. I want all of you.”

For an answer, she clinched, and pleasure consumed me—a total seizure of my body. I didn't have the strength to stay upright, so I pulled her with me as I fell to the side. The bells of my mask chimed one last time as I reached to remove it when she turned toward me.

That was close.

“You did that, Dragon. I almost broke a tooth on your pillow.”

Her voice came out like a growl.

And I was ready for her again like I was in college again. Did Jaelle have the elixir of life between her thighs? There was only one way to find out.

I pounced, causing her to squeal. “Then you better skip the pillow for round two.”

Then I dipped low and took a drink.

CHAPTER 5

Judy-Lynn

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oday was going to be my hero origin story. It was Monday morning, and I was ready to do business after a weekend of fun, books, dancing, and epic sex. Oh my God, sex with Dragon was beyond phenomenal. It was my favorite fanfiction come to life—I snorted at my dirty joke.

I'd never had a con hookup before, but that was how to do it. If it was always like that, I wanted lots more.

And if I played my cards right, I would get it.

My heart somersaulted in my chest at the thought of the bold move I had made. I put myself out there. It was difficult to tell—no, we had a connection. We both liked a lot of the same books, we were Martinis, and the sex was great.

For that alone, I was willing to give it a shot, even if it was with a younger man. I was in the prime of my life, and the men my age were slowing down. Dragon didn't give off twenty-year-old vibes, so he was probably in his thirties. The way he got it up each time...

He had to be—

What would I do if he was like eighteen?

Stop trying to sabotage your great sex buzz, Jaelle.

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