Page 143 of The Dragon 2
I smiled. “How did you get Hiroko to let you rent this club out for the evening?”
“A magician never tells her tricks.”
“You will tell me yours.”
“I won’t.”
“You will.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll take it from your mouth one kiss at a time.”
Her eyes flickered with heat. “And if I bite you?”
“I would like that.”
Nyomi laughed and the sound turned me inside out. When she finished, she gave me a thoughtful look. “Dinner first. After that. . .maybe.”
“Maybe I don’t like waiting.”
“Maybe you’ll learn to like it.”
I gripped the edge of the table, loving her challenge. “And if I won’t be patient with waiting and take you whenever I damn well please?”
Nyomi didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just whispered back. “Then you’ll be punished.”
Lightning rippled down my spine. My hand nearly twitched in my lap. Every instinct inside me screamed to break the table in half and take her right there.
But I held still.
Barely.
Calm down. She’s got your cock in her hand.
I turned toward the trays, forcing myself to breathe, to think. “You really cooked all of this?”
“Yes.”
My voice came out lower than I intended. A growl wrapped in disbelief. “When did you do this?”
“All day today.”
Stunned, I blinked. “Where?”
“In my friend’s apartment.”
“Zo without the e?”
She chuckled. “Yes.”
I frowned. “That makes no sense. How did you do that?”
“Kenji, it makes all the sense. I cooked with ingredients and a stove.”
“No. I know how one cooks, Tora. But how did you slip all of this past my guards? Pastmy Roar?”
A mischievous smile curled on her lips. It was the kind of smile that could start empires and ruin them in the same breath. She lifted a bare shoulder in a wicked shrug. “Maybe. . .I’m just that good at hiding things from your people.”
