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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“Good girl,” he murmurs in his huskiest voice and then hangs up the phone.

Oh Lord. I’m terrified and exhilarated, happy, and full of trepidation. This could be the best experience of my life; the part that has been missing for as long as I’ve had sexual urges. Or it could be terrible. A flop. Nothing like the fantasies I’ve built up in my head. There’s the element of danger, too—something I’m willing to accept even though it’s stupid.

I have to take the risk because never knowing what it would be like is so much worse.

Imagining what could have been is a curse.

I don’t want to be filled with regret on cold, lonely nights in the future. So, I do what any lust-filled woman would do. I get in my car and drive out to the dark, mysterious mansion in the deep and sinister woods, desperate for a taste of the man who sends shivers down my spine and slickness between my thighs.

9

GOLDIE

It’s dark at the Bjorn house, just like it was the night I arrived with only work on my mind. Now I’m whirring with thoughts of all that I saw and all that I'm going to experience. It’s a miracle I haven’t soaked through my overalls.

Yes, I put them on over my satin PJs again. It’s easier than deciding on something impressive to wear. I want Robert to imagine what’s underneath my shapeless workwear. I want him salivating to find out.

My heart is beating triple time as I wait at the door for him to answer. At least, I hope he opens up. What if Hunter comes to the door?

But it’s Robert who greets me, dressed in a soft dark brown sweater and jeans, his hair still damp from showering and the scruff on his face looking sexy as hell.

“That was quick,” he says, ushering me in and closing the big heavy door in a rush, locking it with a clunk that punctuates my arrival. Either he’s eager or on edge. I’m not sure which. A flush spreads across my body, heat radiating from my core. “Would you like a drink?” he asks, ever the gracious host.

“Sure,” I reply. “You got anything hard?” I mean liquor, but under the circumstances, I blush furiously at the double meaning.

He meets my eyes, and his lips twitch. I suspect he’d like to make a crude joke in reply, but he’s too much of a gentleman. “Whiskey,” he says. “Or red wine, if that’s too hard.”

I like it hard, I want to whisper. I’d like to drop to my knees and show him just how much I like it.

“Whiskey will be good. Neat.”

Robert sets about pouring two shots of whiskey into two antique-looking crystal tumblers. I wait for him to hand me mine, then knock it back in one hit. Damn, it burns all the way down my throat, but it feels good. “Another?” I ask, and Robert nods.

There’s still a stoic calmness about this man, even though he must be buzzing at the thought that he’ll get to play tonight. I knock back the second shot, the alcohol already beginning to soften my mind. I might have gotten this far, but I need a little courage to go the last nine yards.

“Where are your brothers?” I ask. “Are they here?”

“No. Evan had to run an errand. He’s taken Hunter with him.”

“So, we’re alone.”

“Yes.”

We gaze at each other, my eyes holding his for as long as I can handle the intensity.

“You wanna go upstairs?”

My throat tightens as he licks his lips. I’m so close. So, so close, I feel like I might collapse in on myself with the weight of emotion inside. I can’t speak to tell him yes, and his eyes search my face for signs that I’m having second thoughts. He’s worried that it’s too much. He’s afraid I’ve just been playing along, and now that we’re close, I won’t be able to go through with it. Could he handle the disappointment? I know I couldn’t.

I’m hit with a wave of tenderness for this man who is so out on a limb for me. I reach out and take his hand, shocked at its warmth. He’s practically burning up. His eyes go to where we’re linked as he wraps his fingers around mine.

“I’m ready.”

A flicker of a smile and the exhale of a deep breath show me exactly how he feels. Then he leads me upstairs.

The room is lit by dim lamps placed on two side tables in opposing corners. It’s warm, from a real fire lit in a magnificent ornate fireplace topped by elegant candles in tall bronze holders. As I gaze around, taking it all in, Robert closes the door behind us and locks it.

Oh, that sound. The twist of a key. The clank of metal against metal.

I shiver despite the heat of the room.



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