Page 42 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

She swallows. “For… for lying. For sneaking out, for?—”

“No.”

I don’t let her finish.

I cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks.

“You don’t apologize to me,” I say, voice low, firm, absolute.

“But I?—”

“I should be apologizing to you.”

She blinks, startled.

I take a slow, steady breath.

“I only thought about how much I benefitted from you,” I admit. “From your work, your efficiency, your ability to handle everything without complaint. I never stopped to ask what you needed.”

Her lips part slightly, like she wasn’t expecting that.

I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in.

“That was not right,” I murmur. “I didn’t allow for a mutual, open conversation. That changes. Starting now.”

She softens beneath my touch, her hands resting on my chest.

And then I kiss her senseless.

Because she is mine.

Because she deserves to know it.

Because I will never stop wanting her.

Not now.

Not ever.

She softens beneath my touch,her hands resting on my chest.

And then I kiss her senseless.

Because she is mine. Because she deserves to know it. Because I will never stop wanting her. Not now. Not ever.

She melts into me, her warmth a perfect contrast to the hunger clawing at my insides. My hands roam her curves, mapping the places where she shivers, where her breath hitches, where her pulse flutters wildly against my lips.

I lift her effortlessly, carrying her to the hotel suite without breaking contact, without allowing a single moment of hesitation. She is fire and silk, molten heat and soft gasps as I lay her down, my body covering hers completely.

I kiss my way down her body, tasting the salt of her skin, the sweetness of her breathy moans. Her thighs tremble beneath my grip, her hips arching, chasing the pleasure only I can give her. She is bare beneath me, open, vulnerable, and it undoes me.

“You are mine,” I growl against the sensitive dip of her throat, nipping at her pulse. “And I intend to prove it.”

Sunny shudders as I slide lower, my tongue tracing the path of fire down her abdomen, dipping between her thighs. She gasps as I part her folds, my tongue flicking over her swollen bud, lapping at her sweetness until she is writhing beneath me, begging for more.

I give her no reprieve. No mercy.

Only pleasure.

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