Page 197 of The Dragon 2
She grinned.
I stabbed a candied yam and took a bite the bourbon butter was thick on my tongue. “What are you going to do to me, Tora?”
“What am I going to do?” She leaned forward. “Whatever I want.”
My cock twitched again.
Fuck yeah.
The clink of glass pulled me from the heat simmering behind my eyes.
The waitresses returned, each holding a tray with narrow-stemmed crystal glasses. The liquid inside shimmered gold.
They placed the drinks in front of us and bowed.
When they left, I picked up my glass.
“This is a black card-only cognac,” she lifted it. “Limited barrel, hand-poured in France. It’s blended with saffron, black fig, and a whisper of tobacco and honeycomb.”
“And how did you remember all of that?”
“This happens to be the only thing that my father and I both like,” She winked.
“Interesting. Now you’re seducing me through liquor also.”
“Is it working?”
“Yes.” I took a sip.
The rich liquid hit my tongue like a silk glove lined with brass knuckles—smooth, warm, then sharp right at the throat. The warmth lingered, spreading heat into my chest.
I nodded. “This may be as dangerous as you.”
She lifted her own glass. “Cheers to danger.”
“Yes. Cheers to danger,” I drank again, watching the way her fingers cradled her glass, the red leather of her corset pushing up her breasts just enough to make every breath look like a power play whether she intended on that or not.
The food between us was still glowing under the ambient lighting.
Between sips, I let her food ruin me bite by bite.
Her cooking was sex—slow, indulgent, and meant to be savored.
I groaned through every bite—tender oxtail, sharp cheddar, pasta dripping with cream. Even the fucking food had the nerve to seduce me. Candied yams. Greens laced with smoked turkey. Bourbon on my tongue. Her scent in the air.
She’d crafted this night like a seduction spell and I was halfway to binding my soul to her with every fucking bite.
She spoke again and this time her voice was soft but firm. “Kenji, I am serious about that safe word.”
My fork paused halfway to my mouth.
I met her gaze. “I would never need one with you.”
“You would.”
“You’re the only person I would trust to rip me apart.”
“That’s beautiful but it’s not about trust. It’s about clarity and communication.”
