Page 13 of The Dragon in the Corner Office (Monstrous New York #1)

Chapter 13

F renetic electricity explodes in every nerve ending in my body when our lips seal together. To my surprise, Antoinette doesn’t fight me, like she knew this explosion between us was coming before I did.

She’s soft and warm, lush curves melting against me when my hands come to rest on the cushion of her hips.

Antoinette returns the kiss tenfold, teeth gnashing against my lower lip and pulling until a grunt tumbles from my throat. Ever the opportunist, she snakes that damn forked tongue into my mouth. And it’s everything and more than I expected .

The texture is rough, almost like a cat’s tongue. As she explores my mouth, a shiver rushes through me and every hair on my body rises to attention. Her attention. I want every last drop she’ll give me. Each stroke of our tongues fills the hole in my heart.

She curls the thick, forked muscles of her tongue around the width of mine and begins to stroke up and down… like she would with my cock. “Holy shit!” I blurt, pulling back until I’m met by scorching metallic eyes, my hands resting on her slender shoulders. “Your tongue! I knew it was forked, but it’s—”

“Prehensile,” she purrs, skating the pointed tips of her tongue across her bottom lip until it’s coated with a sheen of saliva. “Imagine what else I could do with it.”

I shudder, heart practically beating out of my chest. Even the thought of the rough texture against my throbbing shaft has me nearly unloading into my slacks, like a fucking teenaged boy.

Squeezing her shoulders in my grasp, I assess her expression, eyebrows arched in question as she waits. “Antoinette, are you sure you want to do this? I know things are tense between us, but once we cross this line,” I say, releasing her shoulder to draw an imaginary line between us, “it’ll change everything.”

What I don’t say is that one time with her won’t be enough .

Once I sink into her sweet heat and get a taste of her pleasure, I’ll be addicted. Of that, I’m one hundred percent certain.

She may hate me, but I’ve started to doubt just how much I really hate her. The past week or so, I’ve been putting on a show because it seemed like what she needed to function in our working relationship.

But I’m not so sure anymore.

Almost like she’s patronizing me, she pats my chest with her manicured hand, black nails gleaming in the dim fluorescent light. “It doesn’t have to change anything, Cyrus. This is merely… a release. A purging of bad energy, if you will.”

I nod, but I’m not sure I agree with her.

“Now, fuck me like you hate me.” Her voice is demanding and harsh, chin tilted up.

Domineering and commanding.

She thinks she’s the one in charge. Not today, Antoinette. “Oh, but princess, I do hate you,” I retort, goading her.

“Good, then it shouldn’t be a problem.” Delicate fingers grip the sides of my shirt and tug until the buttons give way and ping somewhere to the ground. But I don’t have an ounce of care in my body as I clamp my hands around her wide, plush hips and hoist her onto the table.

Long forgotten are the blueprints and our dinner.

“You’re fucking infuriating, princess,” I growl, my lips trailing down her neck to the swell of her breasts, where they peek out of her dress. “So feisty and hard-headed. But so damn sexy.”

My hands shove at the hem of her dress, pushing the soft fabric up her thighs and hips until it bunches around her waist.

A flash of vibrant fuchsia catches my eyes when I dip my head. The vivid lace covering her mound is drenched, a wet spot prominent on the front of the pinkish-purple material. “Are you dripping for me , princess? Your self-proclaimed rival?”

Throwing her head back, she groans, long and low, as my fingers press into the sopping lace and strum her clit. Hips rocking ever-so-subtly, she whines, “Yes, sir.”

Sir. This time, the word has a feral possessiveness flaring through me, and my hands shake when I grip the sides of her panties and tear them from her body.

I nearly swallow my own tongue at the first glimpse of her cunt. Arousal wets her plump flesh, and I catch sight of her throbbing clit when she tips her hips and spreads her legs unabashedly. The need to touch her wins out, and I run my thumb through her slit until it’s coated in her . “What am I going to do with you, Antoinette? You fucking hate me, but this—”

Squelching fills the air as my fingers pump in and out of her channel. She’s soaked. The warmth on my fingers has the anticipation of shoving my cock into her growing in my body. “This sopping cunt says otherwise, princess. It says you want me. You need me. You can’t fucking resist me.” I continue, lips carving into a smug grin while I hover over her mouth.

“You’re so arrogant, Wilcox. Just fuck me before I change my mind.”

I doubt she would. And as much as I’m enjoying our little power struggle, I do want to fuck her. Pre-cum drips down my shaft from how much I want to fuck her.

The generous curves she puts on display in her fitted dresses and skirts. The scarlet red lipstick she paints on her lips every day. The sleek retro curls of her shiny black hair. All these things combined make her my dream woman.

Even her feisty attitude adds to the allure. She’s not afraid to be herself and go after what she wants.

Right now, apparently that’s me.

Not waiting for my response, her skilled hands work my belt buckle open, followed by the button and fly of my pants. With a forceful shove, she has my pants and boxers falling from around my hips and pooling at my ankles, caught by my brown leather loafers.

Her throaty groan surrounds us as she wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes. My knees buckle, and I have to catch myself with my hands on the edge of the table.

“You’re bigger than I expected. I thought for sure you were compensating for something with your insufferable personality.”

Surrounding her hand with mine, I force her fingers tighter around my aching length and glide our hands up and down my cock. My hips buck softly, chasing pleasure as I moan. “Joke’s on you, princess. I’m not compensating for anything.”

“You’re so irritating,” she groans, head falling back as she rubs the leaking head of my cock against her swollen clit. “Just shut up and make me come already. Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”

Not on my watch. Knocking her hand to the side, I line myself up with her opening and shove inside. “Oh, fuck.” The whispered words fall from my lips when the head of my cock slips inside her warm opening. “You’re wet and tight. I knew you’d be fucking perfect.”

Her strong thighs squeeze around my hips while her feet press against my ass, welcoming me into her sweet body with an urgency flowing between us.

Bottoming out, I give her a second to adjust to my girth. Did her earlier compliment have me preening internally? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Once her muscles relax around my shaft, I ease out of her heat. But as I’m shoving back inside, I’m met by a ribbed texture that has my breath catching. Wide-eyed, I weave my fingers into the back of her hair and tug her head up until I meet her glowing eyes.

“Are you ribbed?” The question is choked and hoarse. Each drive of my hips has my body overcome with pleasure, the beginnings of my orgasm taking root at the base of my spine.

“Female dragons have lots of unique sexual qualities,” she purrs, hands braced on the table behind her while her hips rock, taking my cock deeper into her slick channel.

I think I’ve finally died and gone to heaven. Every drag of her ribbed pussy walls on my shaft has me ready to blow my damn load.

But I can’t let her think I’m some selfish chump who doesn’t know how to get a woman off. No, that won’t do, so I dig my fingers into the fat of her hips and pick up my pace, pounding into her while I fixate on the expression of ecstasy on her face.

Mouth split open on a chorus of moans; her eyes are liquid with lust. Her walls tighten around me.

Yes, she’s almost there!

Except, her hands come up and shove against my chest. My cock is dislodged from her warmth, feet caught in my pants around my ankles as I topple into the office chair behind me.

“For one.” Her silken voice coats my sweat-slicked skin when she stands from the table. I can’t pull my eyes away from her hand as it reaches behind her and lowers the zipper of her dress. “Female dragons like to be in charge during sex.” The black-and-white fabric falls to the ground, revealing a matching fuchsia bra.

Vibrant lace hugs her tits, pushing them together to create a valley I want to run my tongue through.

Under my intense stare, her nipples pucker against the thin lace until they’re on full display.

I let my eyes travel the length of her body. Her curves are luscious and thick. An ample chest gives way to a narrow waist, only to flare into wide hips.

Bringing my fist to my mouth, I bite my knuckle to stifle a groan. I bet if I was behind her, her ass would jiggle with every step.

Dark curls draw my eyes to her glistening cunt. Damn, I need my dick back inside her before I explode.

“Holy shit.” As she glides closer, I follow the subtle bounce of her olive-toned breasts. Finally coming to stand between my spread thighs, my hands automatically latch onto the excess flesh rounding her hips. My poor, ignored cock jumps against my abs, eager to be hugged in her perfect heat. “You’re stunning.”

She chuckles, but doesn’t remove my hands. “Now, be a good boy,” she coos, fingers stroking through my hair as she straddles my lap. “And make me come.”

I nearly swallow my tongue when the ridges of her pussy engulf my cock again. She slams herself down until her pillowy ass meets my tensed quad muscles .

Finding purchase on her hips, I’m held captive beneath her lush body as she finds her rhythm, rocketing both our bodies toward their peaks.

The soft swell of her breasts bounces in my face, and I want nothing more than to rip the lacy cups down and expose her flesh.

So I do.

Letting go of her hips, I peel the cups down, setting her glorious tits free. Beaded nipples tempt my tongue while she continues to bounce on my cock, moaning like a banshee.

“Damn, princess, you sure know how to ride a cock,” I murmur as I chase one dark-pink nipple with my mouth, trying my damndest to get my lips around it.

Without faltering, she slams a hand over my mouth, tilting my head back in the process. “Shut up, Wilcox. You’re ruining it.”

I gulp at the sheer unhinged need beaming from her molten eyes.

Her sharp claws dig into my cheeks, quieting me. But her hips never stop.

The dragon in her breaks free, tendrils of smoke wafting from each nostril and iridescent black scales climbing up her forearms.

Her face is the picture of a woman possessed, one on a mission. More shimmering scales rip through the skin of her high cheekbones. Hypnotic golden eyes glowing brighter than the sun. “When I remove my hand, the only words I want to hear from these pretty lips are ‘yes, ma’am.’ Do you understand?”

I nod. She looks every inch the predator that lurks under her flesh. And, for some reason, my cock is harder than it’s ever been.

She removes her hand. “Say. Them.”

Meeting her fiery gaze with my icy stare, I grit out, “Yes, ma’am.”

Those words have her pussy clenching around me until I groan. A wicked smile paints her face. “Good boy. Now, put your mouth where it belongs.” She shoves my face between her breasts, and I’m all too happy to lick and suck at the scorching flesh. It’s so hot, I’m surprised I don’t get burned. Her dragon must be right there, ready to break free.

One hard suck of her nipple has her cunt locking around me as she comes. Clamped in her vise grip, I can’t hold back any longer. Pleasure sling-shots down my spine and into my balls until I’m unloading every drop of cum into her tight pussy.

“Holy shit,” I groan, nuzzling her chest.

Her fingers are still threaded through my hair, holding me to her heaving bosom. The tight muscles of her cunt haven’t loosened at all since our combined orgasms. Tugging on her hips, I try to lift her off my lap, but I’m… stuck. “Pr incess, ummm. We seem to have a problem. My cock is stuck in you.”

The harsh laugh from her throat has me smiling. Maybe this is the start of something between us. I can do that—work side by side during the day and fuck like animals after business hours.

“You’re locked inside me, Wilcox. It’s a breeding thing. But don’t worry. A human man can’t get a female dragon pregnant, anyway. Just give it a moment.”

The disdain in her words has my stomach sinking. Was this a one-and-done thing for her? Am I merely a novelty?

“Antoinette,” I grunt. Pulling away from her chest, I run a hand up the side of her neck in an attempt to guide her face toward me. But she won’t budge, gaze fixed on the starry night outside the windows.

Once her cunt releases me, she doesn’t waste a second to extricate herself from my arms. Standing before me, she adjusts her bra to cover her amazing breasts, and my stomach drops. With a curt tone and snapped words, she says, “This cannot happen again, Mr. Wilcox.”

“What?”

Grabbing her clothes and bag, she bolts from the office before my brain can comprehend what’s happening.

Finally catching up, I wrangle my pants up and chase after her. “Antoinette, wait!”

A flash of dark hair guides me to the stairs leading to the roof. I sprint up the steps as fast as I can but, fuck, her shifter speed gives her an advantage. Colliding with the roof access door, I stumble through the opening right as Antoinette’s body bursts into flames.

In her place stands a black and gold dragon the size of a small car. With an exhale of fire, she roars and flaps her wings, shooting into the midnight sky.

My mouth gapes, eyes fixed on her shrinking form until she disappears into the darkness.

Not only is she radiant in human form, but she’s majestic in dragon form, too.

And I’m screwed because that was the best sex I’ve ever had. Already, the need for more is growing in my veins.

Running a hand through my rumpled hair, I clutch the ends and blow out a breath. “Tomorrow is gonna be interesting.” Antoinette ran out of here like she was literally on fire, so I have no idea what I’m in for tomorrow morning.

Will she bite my head off and go back to hating me?

Will she give me the cold shoulder? My breath catches, an invisible fist tightening around my lungs. Somehow, her silence is worse than our verbal sparring.

Or will she see reason and give in to this inferno of lust blazing between us? Something tells me the sex is going to be even better the second time.

T he next morning, at six on the dot, I walk into our office to find Antoinette already at her desk, clacking away on her keyboard. I can’t help the smile that lights up my face. She’s not avoiding me after what we did last night. That has to be a good sign, right?

Coming to stand in front of her desk, I wait for her piercing gaze to meet mine, but she doesn’t look away from her computer screen. “Good morning, Mr. Wilcox,” she says without giving me a morsel of her attention, fingers still typing on her keyboard.

A fire lights in my veins, but I tamp it down for now. Flying off into a fit of anger won’t do any good. And it will certainly send Antoinette into her own rage spiral.

Smile still plastered on my face, I greet her. “Good morning, Ms. Bauer. How was your evening?” Frigid woman. Is she really going to ignore me after last night?

Her golden gaze finally lifts from the computer screen, emotionless and cold. “Fine, thank you. How was your evening, Mr. Wilcox?” Her dainty hands stack one on top of the other as she waits for my response.

Sighing, I lean down and brace my hands on her desk, invading her space. “Antoinette, are we really not going to address what happened?”

Perfectly sculpted black eyebrows climb on her forehead. “Address what? It was a momentary lapse in judgment. I can assure you, it will not happen again.”

The fuck? My blood boils and my chest heaves. Is she fucking kidding right now? “Are you—”

Turning back to her computer, she cuts me off. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do this morning.” Flicking her wrist, she shoos me away like a naughty schoolboy.

Since sharing a space with her, I’ve learned that once Antoinette Bauer dismisses you, there’s no reasoning with her. So I trudge to my desk and sort through her words in my head.

Momentary lapse in judgment.

What the actual fuck?

Am I the only one who felt the fire between us blazing out of control?

How do I get this infuriating woman to dismantle her castle walls and let me in?