Page 1 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
Chapter One
Sarah
The last place I expected to see a ghost from my past was when it walked in with the next White House tour group.
But there he was, standing near the back, that same smug, self-centered half-grin on his face, the one he didn't know he wore. The same one that transformed into a toe-curling stare when he saw something he liked. I could still remember how I’d shivered the first time it landed on me, burning through my outer defenses and igniting every pleasurable nerve ending along the way.
He was like that. A predator among chaff. At first, it had irked me that I’d fallen so easily before his aura. I’d prided myself on being tougher than that. All my years of training in the Secret Service should have left me hardened against his good looks. Instead, all I’d wanted was to makehimhard.
For several months at least, I had.
I stiffened in alarm as his eyes swung toward me, doing my best to pretend I was a part of the wall. It had been nearly six years. He wouldn’t remember me. Not when I was in uniform.Hair put up and out of the way. Minimal makeup. And besides, I’d changed in the years since we’d last seen each other. I was different. I was still myself, but our dalliance had changed me internally and externally in ways I would never lose.
One of the other agents stationed around the room noticed the change in my demeanor as I struggled to do nothing and everything to try to avoid being noticed. Unfortunately, subtlety wasn’t one of my strengths.
Especially not when it came tohim.
My earpiece came to life almost immediately.
"Detfield, report. What is it?"That wasHendricks, my team leader, standing on the far side of the room, watching everything and everyone. He wasn't alarmed. But I would have to find my voice. To tell him it was nothing, just a familiar face.
But at that moment, those eyes, the ones that burned like embers of fire in the dark of night, landed on me, and recognition flooded his face.
Fuck. There was no avoiding a confrontation now. Levi wasn’t the type who ever backed down. Nor was he up to date on typical social mores, particularly the ones that would preclude him from bothering me while I was working.
I worked feverishly to pull myself together as he detached himself from the crowd and made a beeline for me, ignoring the signs telling him to keep back. There were a handful of written ones, but there was also the big giantFuck OffIknewI had stamped across my face.
All he did was smile more broadly and ignore it all. Typical Levi. Used to getting what he wanted. Not that I had a history of denying him what he wanted, either.
Dressed in a deep, rich blue suit with rust-red tie, he was a cut above anyone else in the room, and he knew it, as evidenced bythe utterly wicked promise contained in the upward curve of his smile directed my way.
As he neared, I clamped down on every sexual organ, urge, feeling, and need within me. All manner of memories flooded my brain now with a reminder of justwhyhe was so confident.
Unfortunately for Levi’s ego, however, the last five and a half years had taught me a very,veryvaluable lesson.
How to be wise to his bullshit.
My pussy might still be on fire, riding the echoes of his delicious cock. But that was theoldSarah Detfield. The new one wasn’t like her. It was hardened. Battle scarred.
And absolutely fuckingfuriouswith him.
“Stayback!” I barked as he neared, raising my voice so that any agent in the room or monitoring the radio who hadn’t realized what was going on would be well aware of it now.
Levi didn’t slow. He didn’t even hesitate. Waltzing forward as if he hadn’t walked out on me without looking back, as if he hadn’t left me with a totally unexpectedgiftto open nine months after his departure, he opened his mouth.
“Hello, Sarah,” he purred, the words like liquid sex dripping from his mouth, flowing over me.
My nipples hardened against my willpower, though in my formal suit at least I didn’t have to worry about him noticing and thinking it was because I wanted him.
I didn’t.
Not really. I no longer needed a good cock to hop on after a long shift. I had something way better waiting for me at home. Something with needy eyes and chubby cheeks and a smile that made me absolutely melt.
“Return to your group, sir,” I growled. I’d like to say I did so with every ounce of fierceness I possessed. But that would be a lie.
My heart wasn't in it. Not really. Truthfully, Iwantedhim to cross the barrier between us. I wanted to watch him slide his leg over the velvet rope with a smooth precision to his movement, thinking he had me right where he wanted me.
It would give me great satisfaction to prove him wrong by dropping him to the floor with 50,000 volts coursing through his body.
