dressed to the nines and looking dapper. It was absolute torture. She loved a man in a suit.
Now, one of those same men who she pined after almost every night was standing in front of her with a look of pure, animalistic lust in his eyes. She knew she should have said no and refused him. This was her boss and it was so ethically wrong to let herself get tangled up with him, but god knows she could not say no.
“I don’t think I’d be able to help myself either.” She whispered, looking up at him, her gaze and parted lips giving him all the permission he needed.
He didn’t waste any time and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and holding her tight. He was so damn solid. She knew he was strong but she didn’t count on him being built like a damn ox. It only turned her on even more. A gasping moan escaped her lips as he pushed her back up against her makeup counter and gripped her hips, picking her up and setting her down on it.
Her arms were still around his neck, tangling in his hair as he dropped his head to nip and kiss her neck wetly. It felt exactly like she thought it would. His tongue was hot and his teeth were sharp, tasting the skin with the sort of desperateness that she had never felt before in any man.
His fingers ran across her bare thighs, leaving trails of fire behind. She would never know how accurate than comparison would be. His nails dug into her legs and she yanked at his head, pulling him back enough so that their lips could crash together. She was sure that the sheer force of that kiss was going to leave the most delicious bruise come morning.
Her back was pressed up against the mirror as he began to kiss at her chest, undoing the lacing of the corset easily. She’d put it back on hastily after her performance and was thrilled that it fell away from her body with such ease.
More of her fantasy came true as he started sucking on her nipples, drawing the hardened nubs into his mouth eagerly. His fingers were exploring her thighs, traveling north and pressing on when there was a loud knock at the door.
A familiar voice called into the room “Kate! Can I come in? I just wanted to congratulate you on a wonderful performance!” Jean called through the door.
Marcus cursed and pulled away just in time for her to cover her exposed breasts before Jean walked in the door. The smell of passion was obvious throughout the entire room and dragons had a very keen sense of smell. He paused at the door and sniffed the air a little before his eyes finally settled and Marcus and Kate.
It was the first time she would see his eyes narrow and shine a bright golden yellow, but it wouldn’t be the last time. Marcus took a step back and put his hand in his pockets. There was a moment of tension and Kate felt guilty, though she wasn’t sure why. What she was doing wasn’t wise, but it certainly didn’t warrant guilt.
Jean cleared his throat “I did not mean to intrude.” He said, pushing his hair out of his face to busy his hands “You did very well tonight, Kate.” He offered her a small tilt of his head and then left the room.
Marcus turned and gave her an apologetic look before walking out of the dressing room, following Jean and calling his name. Kate was left in her dressing room, alone, confused and horny. These guys were going to be the death of her.
Chapter 6
Kate was feeling nervous about the night before. She hadn't gotten a call or a text from Marcus or Jean and she was starting to think that she really messed up one of the best opportunities she ever had. She was wringing her hands as she sat in her breakfast nook, watching the clock across from the table. Time felt like it was moving slower.
With a grunt she pushed away from the table and stood up,
John Steinbeck, Richard Astro