Page 42 of Always Say Yes to a Dragon

When I opened the door, Az’zael gaped, then crowded me back inside my apartment, glancing around the hallway as he moved.

“Are those my diamonds?” His gaze fastened on the string around my neck.

I swallowed and nodded.

His slit-pupiled eyes followed the motion, and he licked his lips. From his pocket, he pulled out another jewelry box. “I brought you this. For the dress.” His words came out thick and slow. His eyes ran up and down my body, catching on my breasts, but also my earrings, necklace, and bracelet.

The jewelry box hung slack in his hand for a second before he pushed it toward me. “Keep the earrings and bracelet on. But this necklace will…” He trailed off, his eyes fixed on my neck.

I opened the box, then snapped it shut.It’s too muchstuck in my throat, but I’d told him that a dozen times over, and every time he responded by giving me something more extravagant.

“You don’t like it. Of course.” He deflated.

“No, it’s lovely. Will you help me put it on?” The light purple would set off the rich emerald of the dress without overwhelming or clashing. It was perfect, and I’d promised myself to enjoy this while it lasted.

He came farther into my apartment, crouching in the cramped space, eyes fixed on me. Only now did I register the sharply tailored black suit with splashes of gold embroidery on the shoulders, emphasizing their breadth. Matching embroidery adorned the cuffs, drawing attention to his large hands and red scales.

I turned around and pressed my body against his, his erections growing against my butt. He unhooked the string of diamonds and placed them in their jewelry case, which I’d left on the counter. Then he settled the large amethyst pendant against the hollow of my throat.

He groaned softly when the clasp clicked into place. An artful twist of wires encased and supported the pendant, then curled up around my throat. It looked almost like a collar.

“Just like I imagined,” he whispered into my ear.

I shivered and pulled away as heat tightened low in my belly. We had to go to an important work event for him, and I didn’t want to muss either of us up with a repeat of what happened in that dressing room yesterday.

“I have something for you, too.” Since I was the one who had freaked out when Az was acting exactly like a normal sugar daddy, I hoped getting him a small gift would smooth things over.

Az’zael froze. Then his entire being focused on me, eyes narrowed and almost glowing. “You do?”

Unable to break eye contact, I fumbled behind me until my hand met squishy cotton. I held up the red and gold dragon-shaped amigurumi.

Az’zael snatched it out of my hand. He turned it over, bringing it closer to his face. “Is this handmade?”

My stomach lurched. “I worked on it the last couple days.” It was nothing compared to what he’d gotten me, but I enjoyed crochet, and making something for him felt right somehow. Something about the way he always talked about time made me think he would appreciate the gesture more than buying him a gift with the money he’d given me in the first place.

All of Az’zael’s teeth gleamed in a predatory grin. “For me?”

My skin grew hot. “Yes.”

“I accept,Arum.” He caressed the plushie with one red claw.

My pussy grew damp, and I began to understand why Az’zael enjoyed giving me things so much.

“Weshould go.” Otherwise, I might grab those wide shoulders and kiss him.

“I should thank you.” He backed me against the wall, wings coming up to surround us, trapping me against him in the most delightful way.

“You don’t want to show off a sex-rumpled mess at your fancy party.”

He dipped down for a hard, fast kiss. “I would love nothing more than to show everyone how well I please you.”

My pussy clenched on nothing, and I squeaked. “Iwould be, um—” I groped for words while his hand blazed a trail up my side. “Embarrassed?”

Show up to a fancy party looking like I’d just been thoroughly fucked? Oh god, it wassowhite trash, and they werealreadygoing to judge me for being a “companion.” I didn’t want to give them more reasons.

“Fine.” He huffed as he pulled away. “I don’t understand why humans are so prudish about sex.”

He ushered me out to the waiting town car. As soon as we settled inside, he glanced around, then placed the plushie in a cup holder, adjusting it to his satisfaction.

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