Page 36 of Always Say Yes to a Dragon

“Isn’t there something more exciting?” Something more befitting her? What had happened to the demanding woman from coffee? I liked the flirtatiousness, but the demure dress, the failure to negotiate…it was throwing me off.

She frowned. “Okay. I’ll find something more suitable.”

“If they don’t have anything you like, we’ll try somewhere else.” Maybe I’d chosen the wrong store?

She ducked back inside the dressing room, and I tracked the sway of her slim hips encased in black fabric as she disappeared, then returned wearing another dress.

A shimmering green one with a modest neckline. She twirled around, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Though the back was open, a few thin, crisscrossed straps kept everything in place.

In one bite, I could snap those straps and have her naked from the waist up, all her creamy, delicate skin at my mercy.

I wanted to show her off in that dress, my blood heating at the thought. “Perfect.”

9

Elle

Ibreathed a small sigh of relief. Dress approved.

“Get anything else you want from here.” Az’s voice rumbled through me.

Anythingelse? I’d realized, outside, that this was foreplay for Az, that he wanted a little kinky fun. The realization had sent a bolt of lust through me. I’d been dripping with anticipation ever since our date. The decision to meet him early was an easy one, marred only by the fact that I had to give myself enough time to get ready after clocking out of my lunch shift.

But he’d frozen up sometime between getting inside the store and trying on dresses.

If I’d done something wrong, why was he extending our little shopping venture? With another peek at Az, who leaned forward in his chair, eyes growing hot, I perused the offerings under Marissa’s critical eye.

Jeans, tops, skirts, dresses, shoes. With each item I touched, I checked over my shoulder. Every time I selected something new, he seemed to relax. So I kept selecting.

Fully relaxed now, Az lounged back in his chair, looking like an ancient warlord, legs spread, wings flared out behind him. Except thathis eyes bored holes into me, getting sharper and more intent every time I added something to the pile, until it felt almost like a caress.

It was hot.

The rational part of my brain knew that was fucked-up, but the part of me that had scrimped and saved and agonized over every rip and tear, the part that had worn clothes with “just one or two holes” and assured myself no one would notice, grew hot and liquid under his gaze.

So I grabbed a few more things, no longer looking at the tag but inspecting the cut, the color, the soft, silky fabric. Knowing what would look best on my body. Thinking about how I’d like to thank him for this shopping spree and feeling my heartbeat ratchet up with each new idea.

The bulge in Az’zael’s pants grew. When I glanced over and realized how large my pile had grown, I figured I should try something else on.

The dressing room was spacious. Biting my lip in a mix of anticipation and nerves, I motioned for Az’zael to join me, and he practically teleported himself inside, wearing the toothy grin I recognized as delight.

The shop assistant shut the door behind us, no expression on her face. I couldn’t help but wonder if things like this happened often, or if fancy boutiques just let rich people get away with murder.

Inside, Az leaned forward in the chair. “Show me.”

I obliged, stripping slowly out of my clothes, revealing the lacy red matching set I’d bought while imagining undressing for him.

His eyes blazed a fiery trail over every inch of newly exposed flesh. I pulled on the first dress my fingers found, my eyes locked with his.

A sundress. I turned around so he could zip it up, his scales rasping against my back and sending shivers up my spine. His hands wandered,lingering over the playful cutouts under the breasts before returning to his seat.

I twirled around. “You like this one?” I asked, already confident in the answer.

He swallowed audibly. “Very much.”

I stripped out of it and pulled on a second one, watching the way his hands flexed at his sides. “What about this one?” Its skirt hit mid-thigh. The bulge in his pants bordered on obscene.

“Take all of them.” His eyes fastened on my face, as if he could will me closer by sheer force of desire. His dicks strained against the front of his pants.

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