Page 17 of The Dragon in the Corner Office (Monstrous New York #1)

Chapter 17

G roaning, I blink my eyes open and come face to face with a smirking Antoinette. Still in her pajamas, face bare and silken strands of black hair brushing her shoulders, she reclines against a mountain of pillows.

In her hand is a purple mug that says My Boss is Hotter Than Yours . Must be a gag gift from Pen. Raising the mug to her lips, she takes a sip.

“You know, you’re actually pretty adorable when you’re asleep. Probably because you’re quiet.” The gold flecks in her eyes dance with humor above the rim of her mug, a smile playing at the corners of her full lips when she takes another sip.

Rubbing my eyes, I force myself awake. Clearing my throat, I roll to the side and prop onto one elbow. “Ha. Ha. Very funny. Is that coffee?” Sitting up, I snatch the mug from her hands and take a big gulp.

Bitter, warm liquid fills my mouth, and I immediately regret my decision to steal her mug. “Blech.” The disgusting liquid dribbles back into the mug. “What the hell is that? It’s foul!”

Stifling a laugh, she takes the mug and sets it on the nightstand. “That was my lavender chamomile tea. Until you spit your backwash into it. Thank you very much, Wilcox.”

“ That’s what I’ve been bringing you the past few weeks. Tastes like flowery dirt. What’s wrong with coffee?”

Trying, and failing, to get rid of the putrid taste, I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.

“I don’t like coffee. It makes my dragon jittery, like a million ants are crawling under my scales.”

The mention of her dragon has my brain conjuring up images of the majestic creature with stunning black and gold scales. “Your dragon. So is it still you when you transform?”

She nods and I scoot closer, an invisible thread pulling me into her orbit. “Yes. It’s still me. Does that scare you?” Her voice is soft, quiet, maybe even a little hesitant .

I shake my head because it doesn’t scare me, even though it probably should. “No. I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t kill me.”

Her eyes flash beneath thick dark lashes. “I suppose I won’t end you. Not yet, anyway. You have proven to be quite good at giving orgasms.” That breathtaking smile tugs at her lips again, until she must give in, and her mouth splits with laughter.

“Who knew Antoinette Bauer had a sense of humor?” I lean in closer, tucking a flyaway strand of black silk behind her ear. Blood pumps to my groin, and I start thinking with my other head.

I want to kiss her.

Touch her.

Taste her.

The pointed tips of her tongue skate across her lower lip, adding to the need flowing through my veins.

“Speaking of orgasms,” I breathe, dipping closer until I’m hovering over her, our faces mere inches apart. “I can’t stop thinking about the other night. At the office. How fucking amazing your pussy was. I think I might be addicted already.”

A flame of lust flickers across her eyes, heating my skin when she searches my face.

“I’ve been thinking about this tongue, too.” Using my thumb, I pull down her bottom lip until her jaw falls slack. The forks of her tongue peek out, running along either side of my thumb.

All I can think is how much I wish that was my cock.

Up and down, she strokes, putting me under her spell. “You know, now would be a perfect time to demonstrate what else you can do with this tongue.”

Her tongue slips back into her mouth and she says, “You’re forgetting something, Wilcox.”

Eyebrows scrunching together, I’m not prepared for her brute strength when she flips us. Knocking all the air from my lungs, she lands on top of me. A gusted “W-Wha—” is all I manage before she’s straddling my hips.

Do I feel a little bit exposed as I lie against the pillows in only my boxer briefs?

Damn right, I do.

But my cock has other thoughts, pressing against the thin confines of the fabric, seeking the warm wetness it knows is between Antoinette’s beautiful thick thighs.

Claw-tipped fingers wrapping around my throat snap my attention back to Antoinette’s face, her eyes blazing even brighter. “You forget that I’m in charge, Mr. Wilcox.”

“Yes, ma’am.” My words cut off on a groan as she grinds her silk-covered core down on my lap. The friction against my cock is perfect.

If she keeps going like this, I’m sure to come in my damn boxers .

There’s a wicked glint in her eyes, telling me that just might be her plan.

Two can play that game, princess.

Scooting up against the pillows until I’m sitting, I grip her hips and pull her closer. “You might be in charge, princess. But I’m not coming until you do.” I wink, snaking one hand down the back of her pajama bottoms until I grip the supple flesh of her ass.

She’s so soft and smooth.

And so damn warm.

Iridescent scales on her cheekbones and arms glint in the early morning light. Her dragon is right under the surface, and she’s never looked sexier.

Her sultry moan hits my ears when I slip my hand lower, down the cleft of her ass, past her puckered hole, until I’m met by her warm cunt. Is she into ass play? I’m dying to find out, but her wet pussy calls to my wandering fingers. “Damn, princess. You’re already leaking for me.”

“Yes, all for you, Cyrus,” she moans.

Cyrus . Not Wilcox, or asshole, or any of the other creative names she’s called me. My name on her lips shoots a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my balls.

She doesn’t cower under my filthy words. No, this woman throws them right back at me and takes control in her own hands.

Using the grip on my throat, she pulls my lips to hers for a heated kiss. Teeth clash and tongues duel. I fucking love this push and pull between us. Neither one of us wants to give up control until we explode together.

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

When she pulls back, I’m panting. From the torturous roll of her hips against my aching cock. Or from the scorching kiss. I’m not really sure, but… “You better not stop, princess. That feels fucking incredible.”

Focusing on my fingers, I slip two inside her tight opening. Pre-cum leaks from my cock as her ribbed channel stretches to accommodate a third finger, and she moans in my ear. “Fuck, Cyrus. Keep doing that. You’re so good with your fingers.”

Goosebumps rise on my skin when her sharp claws scrape along my scalp. She buries them in the back of my hair and tugs. Hard . The pinch of pain zips straight down my spine to my balls, another surge of pre-cum spilling from the tip of my cock.

I groan, head tipping back on the pillows. “Antoinette, I need you to come. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Fingers thrusting faster, I use my other hand to grip her hip. The silk of her pajamas glides along my skin as I rock her against me.

Panted breaths puff against the shell of my ear when she commands, “Then be a good boy and make me come.”

The sultry rasp to her voice has me doubling down, and she lets out a long, low groan in my ear as her cunt locks around my fingers. Her honeyed juices drip down into the palm of my hand.

I can’t wait to taste her.

Since the night in our office, I’ve been salivating for a drop of her sweet nectar.

The thought alone—along with a whispered “Good boy”—has me unloading in my boxer briefs. Eyes pinching shut, I blindly reach for the back of Antoinette’s neck and capture her mouth with mine. My pleasured groans are swallowed by our kiss as wave after wave of orgasm rushes over me.

Her hips slow, eventually coming to a stop and her pussy muscles soften enough for me to remove my fingers.

Pulling back, I maintain eye contact when I bring my glistening fingers between us. “Look at that, princess. You must like me a little bit.” A drop of her release slides down my finger, and I chase it with my tongue, moaning when the sweet flavor hits my tastebuds. There’s a hint of a smoky undertone, like a toasted marshmallow. “I knew you’d taste perfect. Next time, maybe you’ll let me eat straight from the source.”

Raising an eyebrow, I grip her hips and pull her close.

Her lips hover over mine, spreading into a sultry smirk. “Only if you’re a good boy.”

If any other woman called me a good boy, especially during sex, my dick would be limp. But when Antoinette Bauer says it—no, purrs it—I nearly come on command.

A shrill ringtone bursts our bubble. Antoinette places a peck on my lips before climbing off my lap. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she silences it. “Come on, Prince Charming. We need to get ready for work.”

Running a hand over my face, I sigh, sinking into the fluffy mound of pillows and blankets. It’s tempting to just stay in her bed all day. “What time is it?” The sun is peeking out from behind a row of clouds outside.

She exits the bathroom, toothbrush in one hand, makeup brush in the other. Always multitasking, even at home. “Just after seven. Pen is holding down the fort until we get to the office. Better hurry, Wilcox. You wouldn’t want to show up in yesterday’s rumpled suit and bedhead.” She winks before retreating into the bathroom again.

Shit . I need to swing home for a shower and new clothes.

Springing from the bed, I wince as my boxer briefs stick to my skin. The now cooled cum slides down my leg. Gross .

I grab my clothes and find the guest bathroom down the hall. After cleaning up the best I can and dressing in my clothes from yesterday, sans underwear, I meet Antoinette in the kitchen.

Her back is to me while she stirs another mug of tea. Guess I’ll get my coffee on the way to the office.

She’s dressed in a figure-hugging deep-plum pencil skirt, paired with a cream sleeveless silk blouse. Raven hair falls in a pin straight sheet to her shoulders. It ruffles when she spins to face me, a soft smile on her lips. Today, they’re painted the same shade as her skirt, and all I can think is what that color would look like smeared on my—

Clearing my throat, I step in front of her. “Hey. Can I take you somewhere this weekend?”

Her eyebrows furrow.

I run my thumb between them, smoothing them back into place. “You shared some difficult things with me last night, and I believe I promised to do the same. I’d like to introduce you to the people I care about most. My family.”

“Are you sure?”

I smile. “Yeah, princess. I’m sure.”

Her smile matches my own when she says, “I’d really like that.” But her face falls a second later.

“What’s wrong?” I stroke my fingers down her cheek before cupping the side of her neck.

Like always, she’s hot to the touch. And I crave the familiar warmth on my fingertips almost as much as I need air in my lungs.

“How do we handle this”—she points a finger from her to me—“at the office? I don’t want people to know.”

My gut drops, and it must show on my face because she clarifies. “Yet. I don’t want people to know yet. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, Cyrus. I don’t want the board to think less of me because the two of us are dating. Is that even what we’re doing? This is all so new and it could fizzle out.”

Cupping her cheeks, I direct her gaze to me. “Hey, breathe.”

She sucks in a breath at the same time I do, then blows it out with me.

“This is new. You’re right, but I’m committed, okay? I want you, and I’ll go at whatever pace you need. So we’ll keep things quiet at work. We both know Penelope won’t say anything. I’ll be good and keep my hands to myself at the office. Okay?”

One fang sinks into her plump lower lip, and she nods. “Thank you.” Another shrill ringtone sounds from behind her.

Spinning, she grabs the phone and swipes her finger across the screen before saying, “We’re really behind now. Go home and shower. I’ll meet you at work.”

Since I know I won’t be able to touch her for the next eight to ten hours, I wrap a hand around her throat and tug her mouth to mine for one more drugging kiss. Then I speed home for the world’s fastest shower so I can spend the rest of the day cataloging each expression that crosses her beautiful face.

Yeah, I’ve got it bad.