Page 50 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

She grins. “Good luck, sweetheart. Ser Rokoth doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

No, he definitely does not.

Khanner is already watchingme when I step into his office.

His golden eyes burn with something unreadable, the heavy air between us charged with expectation.

I close the door.

Place my tablet on his desk.

“Ser Rokoth,” I say smoothly. “You called?”

His gaze narrows.

And then, he moves.

He crosses the distance between us in three slow, measured steps, the scent of dark spice and something purely him wrapping around me.

“I called because I want you,” he murmurs, voice low and deliberate.

Heat flares under my skin.

I shift slightly. “In the office?”

His lips twitch at the corner, but his gaze remains intense.

“With mates, it’s absolutely appropriate.”

I freeze.

“Wait—what?”

Khanner tilts his head, studying me with predatory patience. “Otherkin culture doesn’t have those kinds of issues. HR already knows about us.”

My pulse pounds.

I knew about the relationship disclosure forms.

But…

“Mates?” I whisper.

He watches me closely. “Yes, Sunny.”

I should be processing this.

I should be asking questions.

But the only one that comes out is?—

“Are there… cuffs?”

His golden eyes flicker with amusement.

“No symbols,” he says. “But we can adopt our own.”

I like that.

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