Page 90 of The Dragon 1

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I was a predator trying not to pounce.

Instead, my eyes traveled to the slope of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, and then—finally, mercifully—her legs.

Last night, she’d worn jeans in my office so I’d been forced to imagine the sexy possibilities.

But tonight, she gave me a vision I could not unsee.

Those legs will be the death of me.

They were made to be wrapped around my waist.

Made to shudder in surrender as I thrust my cock into her.

I wanted them hooked behind my neck, heels digging into my spine when I claimed every inch of her.

She didn’t know it yet… that and more was written in her future.

I should’ve walked to her then.

Still. . .I waited.

Studied her.

Tried to cage the feral thing inside me that whispered…This one isn’t your usual fling. This one is prophecy.

Because something was happening to me.

Something I didn’t trust.

Love?

The word fluttered to the surface like an ember carried on the wind. Though, I didn’t know if it was possible to fall this fast.

To look at a woman and know;She’ll either save me or burn me to ash.

Maybe that’s what love was.

Not slow.

Not safe.

Something that scorched you alive instead and you saidthank youfor the privilege.

I stepped forward at last, the moment her eyes found mine, I knew I’d never recover. She smiled—nervous, cautious—but it didn’t dim her beauty.

It sharpened it.

Sherosefrom her chair, I almostloweredto my knees.

It was a ridiculous impulse.

A man like me didn’t kneel.

Not for gods.

Not for kings.

But for her?

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