Page 91 of Drawn By Dragonblood
He stepped into the office, cutting me off from telling Dakota he was outside the door.
Damn spidey senses. What was it about him that drew me into harmony with his every move when he was nearby?
His smile caused all my unrest to skitter away like cockroaches with the flip of a light switch. My stomach filled with goddamned butterflies, and Dakota’s wiggle on my lap made my dick think about a fuck fest right there in my boss’s office.
“You two are going to be the death of me,” I groaned, staring as Elijah leaned down to kiss my wife.
“I missed you,” he murmured against her mouth, resting his hand against the back of the chair beside my neck to kiss her again.
She sighed and relaxed against me but whimpered when he pulled away.
“Missed you too,” he said, his pale eyes peering deep into my soul and making everything about the city and his secretary just peachy in my mind. He brushed his lips across mine, the soft pillow and gentle caress like fucking kerosene to the flames licking at my skin thanks to his energy.
He made me want to burn with the same intensity as that jealousy from seconds earlier over his secretary.
Ashley.
Lingering insecurities of his tiring of us flitted through my brain again, scattering the breezy thoughts of happiness into the wind. My stomach clenched, and good old fear slithered along my spine, slamming walls back up into place that I hadn’t realized Elijah had turned to rubble.
I could trust Dakota with my heart, but him? Could I believe the emotions in his eyes, the window into his soul he seemed to leave wide open as he pulled back and smiled down at me when he had women like that violet-eyed secretary nearby and at his disposal?
Self-preservation said hell no even though I longed to say yes.
I would give him access to my body, hell, even my wife, but I had to be careful in sharing my heart—no matter how much the emotions he stirred in me felt like the kind of love that lasted a lifetime.
Chapter 33
Elijah
Like a veil of mourning falling over his face, Jon shut me out.
No!
My smile faded, and I stood, clearing my throat. Powerless to read his mind, I considered asking what bothered him but couldn’t begin a conversation that would erase the beautiful smile off his wife’s face as she gazed up at me.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said, my body tensed up tight along with the dragon inside me.
“It’s okay,” Dakota all but cooed, her eyes full of every emotion I felt deep inside my soul radiating back and forth between us.
Tchaikovsky’s “Waltz of the Flowers” filled the room as I rounded my desk, and my smile returned while considering which of the two had asked Sybil to play music.
For some reason, I didn’t believe it had been our sweet female.
“How’d it go?” Jon asked as I settled in my chair. He obviously wished to focus on things other than his apparent unrest, so I wasn’t going to push against his boundaries.
“Quite well.” Not finding what I needed after a quick scan of my desk, I hit the intercom button on my office phone. “Ashley?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Did you print out the files for R5872 like I asked for earlier?”
Her muttered curse came through loud and clear. “I’ll have them shortly, sir.”
I didn’t respond but turned my focus on my lovers, giving them my full attention.
Dakota still lounged on Jon’s lap, relaxed, her happiness reaching across my desk to soothe my annoyance over Ashley’s forgetfulness.
Jon, however, frowned and emanated a swarm of emotions, of which distrust hurt the most. What had transpired in our short separation? If a simple conversation, Dakota seemed unaffected by it. Perhaps a wayward thought had sent him spiraling in some way? A reminder of past trauma? Some wound from before we’d met that demanded he put those walls between us back into place?
