Page 204 of The Dragon 2

I could hear the tiny pops and hisses as the crust formed.

My cock throbbed against my zipper.

I hadn’t even moved.

When the last corner was torched to a golden crisp, she clicked off the flame. The scents she’d unleashed curled into my lungs—burnt sugar, ripe peach, golden lust. It all rode the air.

Then finally, she looked up at me. “Try it.”

I reached for my spoon but her next words stopped me.

“I’ll be right back,” she smiled. “Excuse me for just a moment.”

My brow lifted. “You’re not staying to enjoy your comfort dish with me?”

That wicked smile came again. “Try it.”

I watched her turn away. “Where are you going?”

Ignoring me, she left the table. Even more crazy, she didn’t head toward the kitchen. She went for a different door—one tucked discreetly along the side wall closer to the band.

I didn’t realize that it was there.

I narrowed my eyes.

Where is she going and why?

I looked in the other direction hoping I could get some clues from Hiroko.

What?

My breath hitched.

Hiroko is gone too? When did she leave?

A ripple of anticipation rolled through my body. The band seemed to shift on cue, playing a melody that sent shivers down my spine. The bluesy notes echoed through the room.

The surprise is coming, and they are setting the stage.

It took everything in me to not rush off after them. I was not the sort of man to sit around and wait while others plotted.

But here I was. . .being a good little Dragon for my Tiger.

At least she left this with me.

I glanced down at the dish in front of me—steam still curling from the caramelized crust, the scent beckoning like perfume at the edge of a dark fantasy.

Mmmm.

I picked up my silver spoon and then dipped it in.

The top gave with a soft, sexual crack.

Oh yes.

That perfect brûléed crust shattered like ice under a flame.

I already know this will be my new favorite dessert.