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“We have the house to ourselves.” He asked where the cook had gone. “Something about a big sale on kitchenware. I hope you don’t mind but I gave her one of the credit cards you gave me and told her that if she had any trouble to call. She was about as excited as I’ve ever seen her. What is kitchenware anyway?”

He laughed. “I don’t know, honestly. I’d say pots and pans, but I have a feeling it’s a bit more than that. Dishes perhaps? I don’t know either. But if she’ll cook us better dinners because of it, then I’ll be one fat dragon but sated when it comes to food.” He could tell that she had something on her mind and waited. Talking nonsense while he waited on her. “The ground has been broken for the newwarehouse that Tabby is going to be using. The faeries will go in at night and work on it so that it gets done faster. Fowler said a great many people showed up asking Tabby about the job situation.” She nodded. When she looked at him, she smiled.

“Instead of babbling, why don’t you come here, strip me out of my clothing, and make love to me?” His cock jerked in his pants. All day, he thought of ways he wanted to take his new love and that was when he realized that he had fallen in love with her. “I have this new panties and bra set on that I got yesterday while I was out with the other women. And some other pretties that I want to tease you with.”

“Show me.” He smiled when she started to unbutton her blouse. Then she spread her legs wide enough that he could see a hint of yellow silk between her legs. “I love silk. Especially when it’s on you.” He inhaled deeply. “I love the way you smell when you’re ready for me to make love to you. Also, you might want to know that you’re in heat, or whatever it’s called by dragon lore. We could create a child should you wish.” She nodded, her eyes darkening while she sat on his desk in front of him.

The blouse was opened by two of the tiniest buttons that he’d ever seen. He could see little of the treats beneath it. When she sat up a little, using his shoulders as leverage, she pulled the skirt she had on off and let it drop to the floor. Her legs opened for him, and he could see that she was wet, that she’d stained the silky material with her juices. That was what he could smell on her. Heat and pure sex.

When she slid the blouse down her shoulders, she held it over her breasts. He wanted to see her, all of her, and reached down to stroke his cock through his pants. She moaned when he scooted down in his seat and opened his fly. His cock sprang forward like it knew just where it was going to be. Deeply inside of the woman that he loved.

“I’d like to suck on your cock.” He nodded, not sure he was able to speak around his sudden need to feel her doing just that. “Would you like that? To come down my throat?”

“Yes. Come here.” She moved then, letting the blouse go, and he could see her dark nipples under the sheer material of her bra. “Take it off for me. Let me see all of you.”

When she reached behind her to unhook her bra, Dyson pulled his pants down to his knees and wrapped his hand around his cock. He was painfully hard now; precum was dripped from the tip in a long stream, and he used it to fist himself. But when she took her bra off and dropped it to the floor with the rest of her clothing, he nearly jerked his dick off when she cupped her breast and licked at the tip of her full breast.

“Christ, do that again.” She did it to both her nipples, leaving them wet with her tongue. When she moved toward him, wearing only a pair of panties and her warm flesh, he wanted to beg her to let him eat her, but she was at his knees before he could make his tongue move to form words. When her hands moved to take his cock, he held onto the arms of the chair as she licked him from root to tip. When it broke off in his hand, he laughed a little out of pure desperation. And need.

Starting at the root of his cock, following the thick vein up to the tip, she lapped at his cock, taking all his cum into her mouth. When she leaned back on her knees, he wanted to jerk her up from the floor and slam into her. Christ, his head was buzzing just thinking about what she was doing to him.

“You taste as good as you smell.” Dyson nodded not caring what she was saying so long as she finished him. When she took his crown in her mouth and sucked, he nearly came up out of the chair. “Don’t touch me, Dyson. I want to explore you without you rushing me.”

“I want to come in your mouth. On your body.” Emma nodded at him and smiled. Then she leaned over him and swallowed him down past the tightness of her throat. “Holy Christ, love, I’m there.”

He came. He might have thought that he could hold off, perhaps make it last longer but as soon as she tightened those lovely muscles at the back of her throat around him, Dyson knew it was too much. Curling his hand at the back of her head, he filled her. His cock emptied deep into her and filled again as she fucked him with her mouth.

Christ, he’d never been one to take his enjoyment before a woman, but he had a feeling that it was going to be hard for him not to with her. When he came a second time, his balls tight against his body, he pulled her up off the floor and jerked her down over his cock. The look on her face, the look of pure joy, had him taking them both to the floor and him plowing her hard.

“I want to come.” He told her he wanted her to as well. “Please, fill me, Dyson. I want to feel you come inside of my pussy. Create a child with me so that we can continue our line.”

He held her body to his. Fucked her harder than he had any woman before her and knew that she’d be sore in the morning. But the harder he took her, the more he fucked her, the more she begged him for. And when she dug her nails into his back, feeling the blood as it moved down his back, Dyson felt her body tighten around his, and she screamed out her release.

He watched her face as she came. Dyson knew for as long as he lived, the vision of her coming, her entire being releasing for him would be something that he’d never forget. Something that would keep him warm on nights when she was sleeping beside him. As he threw back his head, his own body letting go, his dragon roared inside of him. Complete. He was, and they were complete with this woman.

Dropping down on her, his body spent, he rolled to his back, holding her over him. His heart was aching it had pounded so hard. His breath was hot, his dragon letting him know that he was pleased as well. As he lay there, holding onto the woman who had come to mean more to him in the last month than any had in all his life, Dyson fell as deeply in love with his other half as he knew he was supposed to.

Waking up, he found himself on the floor alone. Hearing voices down the hall, he was just too spent to get up hurriedly and get dressed. Willing himself to be clothed, he lay there for a few minutes longer, realizing that the voices weren’t getting any closer than they were when he woke. He did, however, sit up and lean against his desk.

“Are you all right?” He laughed, his body hurting just a little when Emma asked him. He told her that he didn’t think he was ever going to be all right again. “Good, at least we have that in common. I’d love to do that again but I think we have to be more careful of being caught. I’d just gotten up when Grandda came home. I shut the door to the office and told him that you were busy with reports. We’re in the kitchen now if you want to join us. If you can, that is.”

“Making fun of a man when he’s down isn’t nice, you know?” He stood up, holding onto the desk until he could get his feet under him. He looked at his chair. “I’m afraid I’m going to need a new chair. This one suffered badly.” She laughed, and it did his heart good to hear it. “All right. I’m on my way, but I could use a large glass of something wet and cold. I think I hurt myself when I came.”

“All I can think about is that we might well have created a child for us. I love you so much, Dyson. I never knew in all my life that something like love, a little four-letter word, could feel so good when you have it for someone, and they have it for you as well.” He was humbled by her words. “Come to the kitchen with me. We’re having subs that my grandda requested. We’re just waiting for you to come join us.”

Dyson only just realized that he was starving. He wanted subs, fries, a milkshake, a pie—not a slice but an entire pie for his meal. Going into the kitchen, he was glad to see that someone had predicted that he was hungry and had two subs on a plate for him. There were also Saratoga fries too. Christ, if he kept burning energy with Emma, he was going to need to eat like this at least a few times a week.

After dinner, he made his way back to the office. He had things that he needed to look into, and Grandda wanted to go. Checking on the houses that were being built for the homeless was coming along much faster than he realized. Not only were three of them about finished up, but the things for the kitchen had been stabilized so that they couldn’t be taken out but with magic. No one would get by with stealing things from the new houses, and he was going to make sure of it. There were sleeping bags, too, until the mattresses and beds came in. Just as they were returning home, having picked up a gallon of ice cream from the grocery store, he saw Darling and David. He told Grandda.

“I seen them. Looking pretty down on their luck, wouldn’t you say?” He had to agree with him. “Oh well, no hope for it, they saw me. Don’t leave me, young man. I need to have you around so that I can hold me a great grandbaby someday.”

“Sooner than you expect, old man.” He just looked at him and Dyson nodded when he told him that they were expecting. It would be about five months for the hatchling to be born then about another six months for it to hatch.

He could see that he wanted answers and Dyson told him that they had to take care of this right now. Looking back at his daughter, there was a smile on the elderly man’s face that looked as if it could light up the world. And all it took for him to look like that was knowing that Emma was going to have a child.

“I need some cash.” Grandda said he was glad to see her, too, and he was having a wonderful day. “Like we care what sort of day you’re having. I need enough money to hire me an attorney that will get me out of this shit. Also, I’m moving into the house with you. You need a keeper, and I’m going to be keeping your shit from getting away from me.”

“I don’t even know why you’d care where my poop was coming from or why you’d want it. But you’re not moving in with us, and I’m not going to give you any money. I’m in a really good mood, Darling, and you’re not going to be taking that away from me either.” Dyson watched as David seemed to be trying to get between him and the other man. Moving in a way that blocked him, David started to fall forward just as he pulled Grandda back.

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