Page 52 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

His brows lift. “Forget what?”

I lift my gaze to his.

“This,” I murmur. “This can be our symbol.”

His eyes darken.

And then?—

His hands slide to my waist, his touch possessive.

He lifts the chain over my head, the cool weight of the jewel settling above my heart.

His voice is a husky rasp.

“Then it’s settled.”

Khanner doesn’t wait.

The moment the jewel is in place, his mouth crashes against mine, claiming, consuming.

I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He lifts me onto the desk, scattering my tablet and reports without care.

“You are mine,” he growls against my skin, dragging his lips down the column of my throat.

I shudder.

He undoes the first button of my blouse. Then the next.

His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher?—

“I want to hear you say it,” he demands.

My pulse pounds, heat pooling low in my stomach.

I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in him.

“I’m yours, Khanner.”

His low growl vibrates against my skin.

Then, with a possessive, searing kiss, he claims me completely.

Chapter Seventeen

THE FUTURE WE BUILD

Khanner Rokoth

Sunny is soadept at her job that I no longer need an assistant.

Or at least, I no longer rely on one.

She still insisted on hiring and training her replacement, even though she owns my calendar, my time, my entire damn world.

I let her.

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