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Nyomi owned this dinner like a seasoned queen.
I faced my Tiger.
She continued, “yellow means slow down or check in. Something might be off or need adjusting. And red means stop. Immediately. No questions. No arguments.”
I exhaled through my nose. “So even the Dragon needs to learn the color wheel now?”
“Yes. Because even the Dragon needs to be protected when he flies too close to the sun.”
Mmmm.
I wanted her badly. And not just sexually. I wanted her intellect. Her ruthlessness. Her care. Her command. I wanted to be better under her hands.
I nodded once. “Understood.”
The waitresses returned, clearing the plates and bowing as they swept away the last of the dirtied forks and empty crystal glasses.
The scent of smoke and sugar still lingered.
When they were gone, I looked at Nyomi, waiting for the rest of this incredible night.
What will happen next? Will it be the dessert along with a surprise? Or something else entirely? Something I am not prepared for.
Chapter thirty-nine
The Bowl and the Flame
Kenji
The bourbon was warm in my chest and she sat across from me like a goddess who didn’t know—or maybeabsolutelyknew—she had set me on fire.
I loosened my collar and leaned back in my seat. “What’s next?”
She just smiled that slow, dangerous smile and reached for her water glass. “Wait and see.”
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “You may need to take me to the hospital.”
“Why?”
I tapped my thigh under the table trying not to wince. “My cock’s been hard the entire night. Surely that can’t be good for me.”
She tilted her head. “You want release?”
I stared right into her eyes with no shame. “I want my cock deep inside your wet pussy.”
She didn’t blink.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t melt.
She simply set her glass down with care and said, “but we’re taking it slow.”
“Sayslowagain,” I growled. “And I’ll flip this table over.”
She let out a wicked laugh that hit me in the chest and I smirked.
“Why don’t you like the word slow, Kenji?”
