Page 29 of The Dragon in the Corner Office (Monstrous New York #1)

A Few Months Later

T he keys jingle as Mr. O’Malley places them in my palm. He curls my fingers around the cool metal and cups my hand between both of his. “This place is finally gettin’ the attention it deserves. All thanks ta you, lassie.” One thick white eyebrow dips as he winks.

After his conversation with Cyrus, Mr. O’Malley never signed the contract with Big York. Something about his gut telling him it wasn’t the right fit. He gladly signed the abandoned warehouse over to me when we told him what happened. Now I get to build the property of my dreams—on my own terms.

As far as Big York? We didn’t exactly part on good terms. They didn’t press charges for the destruction caused by the fire and water from the sprinkler system. Although, I did have to shell out a pretty penny for repairs.

It was a small price to pay to finally be my own boss and have the partner of my dreams by my side.

They did fire Penelope for being an “accomplice” to my vandalism. But she’s tagging along on this new adventure with Cyrus and me.

This warehouse will be the birthplace of Bauer Enterprises. My company.

The old man gives my hand a gentle squeeze before releasing me and taking a step back. “And I see ye whipped this one into shape?”

A warm hand sliding around my back, and landing on my hip, has my mouth splitting into a smile.

“She sure did.” Cyrus’s deep voice vibrates through me. I close my eyes, soaking up every drop like a spring rain on parched earth.

“I’ll get outta yer hair then. I can’t wait to see what ye do with this old girl.” With a final wink, Mr. O’Malley shuffles outside, the heavy metal door slamming behind him, and leaving Cyrus and me in silence.

I turn in a circle, stilettos crunching on some loose concrete, and images of this place in a year or two flashing in my head. The exposed beams paying homage to the original structure. Large banks of windows letting in every beam of daylight possible.

“You know…” Cyrus’s voice interrupts my daydreams, and I spin toward the door. The lock clicks into place, and I can guarantee he has something naughty in mind. “I’ve had a little fantasy in mind since our night at the orchard.”

“Oh? Another one?”

His shiny leather loafers click against the cement floor as he prowls around me in a slow circle. Stalking me like an apex predator.

At a torturous pace, he makes his way to my back, hard chest brushing against me when he heaves a breath. “Yes, princess. We have eternity to explore our fantasies. So why don’t we get started?”

I shiver at the promise in his dark tone.

“Now, be a good little dragon… and run.”

Behind my ribcage, my heart kicks into high gear, anticipation and lust overtaking my body. Peering over my shoulder, Cyrus’s pale eyes burn with the same cocktail of emotions thrumming through my veins.

Dipping my chin, my gaze snags on the silver crescent scars on his neck. My mark.

Every time I see it, my body ignites with an inferno. The need to claim him in my half-dragon form roaring to life.

“You’re not making this a very interesting chase, Bauer.” His plush lips curl into a cocky grin.

“Fuck you, Wilcox,” I spit, but there’s no venom behind my words. In truth, I love this game of cat and mouse just as much as he does.

Would I prefer to be the one doing the chasing? Yes.

But beggars can’t be choosers.

Either way, I’m sure an orgasm or two is in my near future.

“Oh, I plan on it, princess.” An open palm connects with my ass cheek. Pain jolts me forward as the sting of his slap soaks through my pencil skirt. “Now get your fine ass moving.”

So I kick my red-bottom heels off, giving him a significant height advantage over me. Although, I have something he doesn’t—my scales ripple across my skin as my dragon makes her presence in this game known.

I take off at a full sprint into the empty warehouse, bare feet slapping against the cold concrete floor as I dodge old palettes and fallen chunks of the roof. “Catch me if you can, Wilcox!” Lost to the expansive space, my voice echoes into the darkness.

Most of the overhead lights are broken, bathing the warehouse in shadows. Perfect for evading my mate and hiding.

Slipping behind an old stack of shipping crates, I lean against the rough wood to catch my breath. Even as an immortal, Cyrus doesn’t have the same supernatural senses I do, so I doubt his ears can detect my hoarse panted breaths.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” His baritone voice rings with the promise of what’s to come.

Much like me, Cyrus’s sexual appetite requires both rough, hard fucking and slow, sensual lovemaking.

We really are made for each other.

“Little dragon,” he calls again. This time his voice is closer, on the other side of the boxes I’m hidden behind.

Heart hammering, I take off again.

“Found you!” His shoes echo behind me as he gives chase.

Shit!

Just as I think I’ve evaded him, a hand snags in the back of my hair, pain shooting through my scalp and stopping me dead in my tracks with a strangled cry.

Using his grip, he slams me back into his hard chest. Warmth seeps through my thin silk blouse. He must have taken off his shirt. I try to turn and catch a glimpse of his toned pecs, dusted with a thatch of golden hair that calls to my fingers. They twitch at my sides with the need to touch him. My mate.

But Cyrus has other plans. Holding my head tight, he restricts my movement and marches me toward the outer wall of the warehouse, the smooth concrete towering in front of us. “Eyes forward, hands on the wall.”

I squeak at the gritted command in his voice, helpless to do anything but obey.

Over time, it’s gotten easier for me to slip into a more submissive role with Cyrus. He’s shown me I can trust him wholeheartedly, especially with my vulnerability.

Hands smacking against the cool wall, I shiver when his fingers slip to the zipper at the back of my skirt. This possessive side of Cyrus is just as much my favorite as when he obeys my every command like a good boy.

Uncurling his fingers from my hair, two rough palms slip under the waist of my skirt, pushing it down until it pools at my feet, leaving me in my sleeveless blouse and lace thong. “So fucking beautiful,” he growls, hands running up my outer thighs to cup each mound of my ass.

His touch brushes under the loose silk of my shirt, coasting over the extra fat of my stomach.

I’ve never felt more beautiful than when his hands are running over every inch of my body and his eyes are memorizing each dip and curve. “What did I do in a past life to deserve to spend forever with you, my beautiful dragon queen?” Forehead resting on my shoulder, his hands tease higher, dipping into the cups of my bra to tweak my nipples.

Lost to the sensation of his breath on my neck and his hands on my breasts, I moan, pushing my hips back to rub against the erection tenting his pants. “Please, Cyrus. I need you inside me. ”

He growls, rolling his forehead against my shoulder. “Fuck, I love when you beg. Do it again.”

He trails kisses up the side of my neck, and I tip my head back, giving him more room. “Please, mate. I need your cock inside me, filling me until I don’t know where I end and you start. Fuck me so deep and so hard that I can taste every drop of your cum.” As I give in and beg, Cyrus works the buttons loose on my shirt. Lowering my arms, the silky fabric slips from my shoulders to join my discarded skirt on the ground.

Wasting no time, he unhooks the clasp of my bra. My breasts spring free when he peels the lacy garment from my body.

Once my chest is bare to him, I immediately slap my hands where they belong: against the cool concrete in front of me.

“Good girl. You beg so prettily for your mate.” Goosebumps spread across my skin at his praise. My nipples harden to painful peaks when he cups my breasts, squeezing them together with a groan.

I might love to be in charge, but Cyrus’s words of adoration nearly bring me to my knees.

Standing in front of him in nothing but my thong, he towers over me, sliding his hands over every inch of my body with the promise of every wicked thing he has planned. “If I dip my fingers into your panties, will you be dripping for me, princess? ”

I whimper, nodding like a damn bobble-head doll. My cunt pulses when his fingers run down my stomach, dipping into my belly button before toying with the waistband of my panties. Pressing my hips forward, I chase his touch, needing those thick fingers stretching me where it aches most.

His dark chuckle wafts against the shell of my ear. “Are you needy, Antoinette?”

“Yes!” The word turns into a cry of ecstasy as his fingers finally snake into my panties, plunging deep into my soaked core.

God, he feels so good.

His thumb circles my clit. Taunting. Teasing. While his fingers stretch and curl.

The force of each thrust causes me to rise onto my toes, hands skating further up the wall. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait to get my cock in you, princess.”

Pleasure coils low in my belly. “Please, Cyrus. Make me come.”

And he does. Thumb pressing against my sensitive clit, he curls his fingers one last time against my G-spot, and I detonate. Legs shaking, chest heaving, I collapse forward, but Cyrus wraps an arm around my waist to support me.

“Good girl. Now you’re ready for my cock.” In the haze of my orgasm, the clink of his belt buckle and the snick of his zipper being lowered are almost drowned out by my harsh breaths. Canting my hips back with his hands, he pulls my thong to the side and nudges the fat tip of his cock against my entrance.

Cyrus might still be human—although an immortal one—but the man’s cock is pure magic. I’m never left unsatisfied. Usually orgasming twice before he fills me with his release.

I press back, my pussy swallowing the tip of his cock, and we both groan. “That’s it, princess. Wish you could see the way your pretty cunt stretches to take my cock. I’ve never seen anything quite so perfect.”

Fingers digging into my hips, there’s a bite of pain from his nails, but it has me sighing and meeting his thrusts as he fills me to the limit. “So good, Cyrus. Don’t stop.”

“I know, princess. I feel it, too.” Hands never leaving my hips, he pounds into me, hot breaths fanning across the base of my neck.

One hand leaves my hip, and I whimper at the loss of his touch, the skin growing cold. But Cyrus runs that hand up my spine until it’s fisted in the back of my hair. Tangling into the dark waves, he tilts my head until I’m met by his glacial-blue stare.

Mouth falling slack, I drown in the liquid ocean of his eyes while he continues to work me closer to another orgasm. Lips hovering over mine, he whispers, “I love you, Antoinette.”

I smile, then nip my teeth into his lower lip before plunging my tongue into the wet heat of his mouth. Breaking the kiss, I murmur, “I love you, Cyrus. Thank you for breaking down my walls.” Then my lips are back on his, both of us rocketing into euphoria as his hips stutter, filling me with his cum.

Untangling my fingers from her messy hair, I wrap both arms around Antoinette. She sags forward, letting me support her weight.

Over the last few months, she’s gotten better at asking for help and telling me when she’s overwhelmed. It doesn’t mean she’s weak, which is something I have to remind her of constantly.

On the contrary, this beautiful creature clutched in my arms is one of the strongest women I’ve ever met .

She took being fired as a motivator, and I predict Bauer Enterprises will be one of the top earning property brokers in the city. Give her time, and Antoinette will blow them all out of the water. I’ll happily stand by her side as she builds her empire.

The ribbed walls of her pussy flutter, unlocking from my cock, but I’m still rock hard. One of the lovely side effects of our mate bond is my insatiable appetite for Antoinette. So it’s a good thing we work for ourselves now and can sneak off for a midday quickie… or two.

“Don’t move,” I command, slipping from her heat to kneel behind her.

As I descend, I tug her thong down her legs, letting the ruined lace pool at her feet.

My hands glide over the soft, dimpled flesh of her ass—one of my favorite parts of her.

Not to be outshined by her beautiful heart, obviously.

Thumbs running the crease of her ass, I spread her cheeks until her glistening pussy is exposed. It’s pink and puffy, filled to the brim.

“What are you doing back there?” She tilts her head, probably trying to get a good look behind her.

The slap echoes through the empty warehouse when my hand collides with the side of her ass cheek. “Eyes forward, hands on the wall. Let a man admire his handiwork in peace.”

She widens her stance, tipping her hips up until a trail of milky white cream drips from her stuffed pussy. Still coated in our releases, my cock jerks between my legs, ready for round two.

I growl, running my fingers through the mess between her legs before plunging two inside her entrance. “So warm and wet for me.”

“Always you. Only you, Cyrus.”

Fuck, I need her again.

Straightening to my full height, I bring my lips to her ear, voice a husky whisper. “Shift for me, princess. Show me your dragon.”

Eyes blazing, she spins to face me, but scales scatter across her skin, gleaming in the low light spilling through the holes in the ceiling.

Wings sprout from her shoulder blades as I back her against the wall, using my height to my advantage.

“You’re already hard again?” A single black eyebrow rises on her face, but her lips curve into a smirk that showcases her sharp teeth.

Hooking my arms under her legs, I scoop her up. She’s forced to wrap her strong, luscious thighs around my waist. “I’m always hard for you, princess. Now and for eternity. You’re my queen.”

Not wasting another second, I plunge my cock back into her heat, fucking her hard and fast until she’s screaming my name. It’s music to my ears as it echoes through the expansive space, filling my heart to the brim.

Balls drawing up tight, I take her mouth with mine and let her swallow my moans, emptying my load into her womb.

My chest heaves and my legs wobble, so I slide down to the floor with my spent cock still sheathed inside Antoinette. She nuzzles against the side of my neck, and I stroke my fingers through the soft strands of her hair while I catch my breath.

“I think we’ve sufficiently christened the place. What do you think?”

I can’t stop the chuckle that rumbles out of my mouth, joined by Antoinette’s melodic laughter. “Yeah, princess, I think so, too. We’ll have to come back for another round once the remodel is done.”

Twinkling golden eyes meet mine when she lifts her head. Flushed cheeks and tousled hair making her even more beautiful. Her tail tightens around my waist, holding us closer together. “You’re on, Wilcox.”

I thought I lost my chance at a happily-ever-after when my husband died, but maybe I was wrong.

Curious about Cyrus’s sister-in-law, Maggie Wilcox? Stay tuned for a steamy opposites attract monster romance featuring a single mom and the vampire nanny Cyrus hires for the summer.

The Vampire in the Orchard is next in the Monstrous New York universe!