Page 65 of The Dragon's Mate

“We’re good,” she said.

He lingered at the desk next to her. “Allright. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish my conversation with Bianca,maybe ask her if she wants to – did you just hiss at me?”

She glared at him, her dragon growling andhissing and acting like a goddamn fool. “Stay away from the human female.”

“Why?” His infuriating grin made her wantto throw him down on the desk and fuck him until he was begging her to let him cum.

Instead, she said, “Fine. Maybesomeof my enjoyment from kissing you wasn’tentirelybecause of the love potion.”

“How much?”

“What?”

“How much was love potion and how much was youbeing wowed by my stellar kissing abilities?” Bren asked with another grin. “Wetalking eighty/twenty? Sixty/forty? Fifty/fifty?”

“Seventy/thirty,” she said.

“Seventy percent, not bad,” he said.

“The seventy was the love potion.”

“Ouch,” he said.

She laughed and he uncrossed his arms andrested his hands on the desk. “Honestly, I’ll happily take the thirty percent.Although, if you want to kiss again and see if I can move that number up alittle, I’m game.”

“We can’t,” she said.

“Sure, we can,” he said. “Wait, is that yourway of saying I need a mint? Because I have that covered.”

“No, it isn’t…” she watched as he produceda package of mints from his jeans pocket and popped one into his mouth.

He sucked on it and then crunched it down beforegrinning at her. “Minty fresh.”

Fuck it. One kiss wouldn’t hurt.

She stepped toward him and pressed hermouth against his, swallowing his startled sound. He recovered quickly, shehad to give him that. His arms slid around her waist, he spread his feet, andhe pulled her in between his thighs, angling his mouth over hers and licking atthe seam of her mouth.

She opened her lips and he skimmed his tonguealong the edge of her teeth before taking the kiss deeper. She returned hiskiss, cupping his face in her hands and battling for control. He teased her tonguewith his before retreating. She followed, sliding her tongue between his lipsand tasting the cool mint that coated his mouth.

When his big hand cupped her ass and squeezed,she broke the kiss. He stared at her mouth, their breaths mingling. “That wasnice.”

She laughed. “Nice?”

He grimaced. “Sorry. I’m not exactlythinking straight. All the blood in my brain has drained south.”

She could feel his erection hard and heavy againsther belly. She rubbed against it and he groaned, his hand tightening on herass before he dipped his head and kissed her collarbone. “You wanna get out ofhere?”

“I can’t,” she said.

“Are you sure?” He tasted the soft skin ofher neck.

She let her head fall back, moaning when hekissed his way up her throat to her jawline. “I’m mostly sure.”

“What kind of percentage are we talking?”

She laughed and ran her hands across hisshoulders. “You’re obsessed with numbers.”

“I like to know what my chances of seeingyou naked might be,” he said.

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