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  “Too bad,” he said. “It’s a good story.”

  We walked over to his house and around the back. I began my way down the sloping driveway to get to his car in the garage when he stopped me. “Keep going.”

  “Your car, though,” I said.

  “We are going to have dinner by the lake,” Malcolm said, holding up the basket. “I’ve got it all in here, blanket to sit on and everything.”

  “Mosquito repellant?”

  “And bug spray,” he said. “No one’s going to eat you except me, and I’ll stay in human form for that.” He winked, and I blushed, remember the last time he’d eaten me.

  “You’re a hard guy to date,” I joked.

  “Just wait,” he said. “I get harder.”

  I had hiked down to the lake belonging to Malcolm’s mansion before it ever went up for sale. The previous owners had been elderly and didn’t go down there much. Sometimes they had grandkids over who would visit and go down, but otherwise, the lake was left to its own devices.

  It had been a few weeks since the fight, and Malcolm, true to his word, had healed just fine. I had found that I couldn’t stay away from him. He went back to work a few days after, and I had a hard time not constantly checking on him. I didn’t have any high-profile cases again yet, but Don had promised me more. And Janet got me a fake police badge and framed it to put on my desk. She was the only one I had told about Malcolm and I dating.

  “Good for you, girl!” she’d said when I told her, throwing her arms around me. “Man, you are long over-due for a man in your life.”

  “I don’t need a man in my life,” I said. “But I want this guy in my life.”

  “I don’t blame you. I do too. Does he have any brothers?”

  I laughed, though wondered whether it was a good idea to introduce her to one of Malcolm’s friends. Malcolm wasn’t the only good looking one in that house, after all.

  I kept my thoughts to myself, and I, for the most part, kept Malcolm to myself. Between my place and his, we spent every night together. I still wasn’t sure about the mate thing he had told me about, but I knew that I couldn’t stand the idea of being without him. I was intoxicated by him and felt alive around him in the same way that being a part of the police force had once made me feel alive.

  I followed him down the trail, through the tall trees with moss drooping from the branches. It was a beautiful walk and the perfect evening for it on the brink of the first day of summer.

  The trail led us down to the lake that was alive with fish and insects. There were birds and squirrels in the branches that hung over the water, dropping goodies in for the fish below. The trees were that perfect shade of orange on green with the sun setting on the tops. Malcolm was right. This was the perfect spot for our date.

  “Did I do alright?” he asked as he put the basket down.

  “You did alright,” I said, kissing him.

  He pulled out the blanket from the top of the basket, laid it out on a mossy spot on the bank of the lake, and pulled out a bottle of champagne.

  “Ooo,” I said. ‘We’re getting fancy.”

  “Well, it’s a special occasion,” he said. He pulled out a plastic flute with a pink heart on the stem.

  “Oh my god,” I said. “Did you get those from the Dollar Tree?” I laughed.

  “You bet your bottom dollar I did,” he said, pouring the bubbly into the glasses. “Only the best for my girl.”

  “What’s the occasion?” I asked.

  “Well,” he said, gesturing for me to sit beside him on the blanket. “This is, technically, our first date.”

  “That’s not true,” I said. “We’ve had lots of meals together.”

  “But none of those has been an official date,” he said. Malcolm held up his pink glass. “So, to our first date.”

  I clicked my own cup against his. “To our first date.”

  “And, um,” he said, sipping his drink briefly before he twisted and rummaged in his pocket. “I, um, also thought that maybe we should toast to our future.”

  “Oh yeah?” I asked.

  He pulled out a red velvet box and presented it to me, flipping the lid open with his thumb.

  I gasped. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I hadn’t expected this.

  “You know how my kind does things, and you are open enough to accept me as I am. I know that marriage is something that your kind does, and I want to do right by you and yours. So, Miss Detective Violet Hill, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  “You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked, trying to blink back the tears before they came.

  “You’re my mate,” he said. “Of course I’m serious. You’re the one who was made for me, just as I was made for you.”

  “Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” I said, my mouth working faster than my mouth. I couldn’t contain myself. In an instant, I was throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissing him. “Oh my god, Malcolm, yes. Yes, I will marry you.”

  I couldn’t believe the words I was using, that this man, this amazingly handsome, funny, witty, and hot-as-fuck man had asked me to marry him. How had this happened?

  “You’re sure?” he asked.

  “Damn right, I’m sure,” I said. I kissed him again, gentler this time, feeling his lips on mine, indulging in the warmth of his skin, the sweetness of his smell. I was going to marry this man.

  Malcolm put his glass down and took my hand. He kissed each finger before he pulled the ring from its box and put it on the right one, the one that I had dreamed would some day be host to just such a piece of jewelry.

  He kissed me again, and this time, I felt electricity go all through me.

  “Baby,” I said, taking his hand, “let’s celebrate.”

  I guided his hand to my chest as I bit his bottom lip playfully, my eyes meeting his. At that moment, I wanted him more than I knew that I could want anyone.

  He smiled, crooking an eyebrow at me. “Let’s celebrate, indeed.” He laid me back, kissing my cheek and traveling down my neck. His lips on my skin sent tendrils of excitement coursing through me, down to my fingertips, making my lips and knees quiver, and drawing up deep heat within me.

  I suddenly became aware that we were outside, in the woods, exposed to whoever came by. The thought excited me, and I felt freedom, the true freedom that Malcolm had spoken to me about before. I realized that this was what he meant, and I wanted to experience it in its fullest.

  His lips traveled to my chest, nibbling at the tops of my breasts as his hand moved between my legs, wasting no time in finding their way to bare region.

  “A treat for me, too,” he said, giving a playful growl. “No panties.”

  “I have an even better treat,” I breathed as he ran his fingers along the inside of my vulva. “I’ve been taking birth control pills.”

  Malcolm licked my earlobe. “So you really did want me to ravage you right here and now,” he whispered.

  “Yes, please,” I said, spreading my thighs as his finger plunged into me, deep into my wet spot, knowing exactly where to go, how to please me. “Oh god,” I whispered.

  His finger moved in and out of me as a slight breeze blew over us, hardening my nipples in my dress. It was the only piece of clothing I was wearing for this date. I had wanted it to be perfect for him.

  Malcolm ran his tongue down my neck and to the front of my dress, directly to where my erect nipple was, and bit it through the fabric. I arched my back at the sensation as he inserted a second finger into me.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. I didn’t realize how sensitive I was out here in the open. Everything he did felt like I was experiencing it for the first time in my life. And oh god, how I wanted to experience it all.

  He moved down, kissing my stomach through my dress, my side, my thigh, until he got to my skirt. He winked at me before he let the flowing cloth go over the top of his head, so I couldn’t see him, and released that magical tongue of his on my unsuspecting, but desp
erately wanting clit.

  “Malcolm,” I moaned quietly, aware that I wasn’t inside, aware that my voice could travel to any number of ears. I lay back, looking up at the colorful sky between the tree branches, and simply let myself be as he flicked his tongue over my clit, teasing me as I got close to orgasming. He ran that beautiful wet mouthpiece down between my lips before dipping it into my pussy and running it back. I writhed under the sensation of him, his hands wandering up and down my body while he savored my most private and tender area.

  Then he got close, so close to my sweet spot. He began gumming just below my clit, stimulating me in a new and unique way. “Oh god, baby,” I breathed. “Oh fuck, what are you doing?”

  Malcolm didn’t answer but, instead, put a sneaky finger back into my pussy, pushing me over the edge. My hips began to buck against him, riding his hand as the sensation grew, intensifying until—

  I stuffed my wrist into my mouth, trying to muffle my orgasm, biting down on my skin so that I didn’t let the entire neighborhood know how good Malcolm Parker was at foreplay.

  I propped myself up on my elbows as Malcolm came out from under my dress, his chin gleaming with my wetness. I sat up and pulled him forward by his shirt, running my tongue from the bottom of his chin up and into his mouth, tasting myself as I kissed him deeply.

  My fingers fumbled with his belt as I tried to undo it, desperately wanting in, wanting him to know how good he felt to me.

  “You get your shirt,” I said, “And I’ll get your pants.”

  “Deal.”

  He pulled off his shirt as I finally managed to work the damn belt buckle and undo the button. That beautiful rock hard cock did the rest of my job for me, bulging out of his trousers so readily that it pushed the zipper down.

  “Now that’s what I call ready,” I said, giving my fiancé a naughty look before I pulled his underwear and trousers down, freeing him.

  As Malcolm kneeled in front of me, I drew him into my mouth, pushing him in as deep as my little mouth would allow. He was hot and hard, and I salivated, knowing what was in store for me. I bobbed my head up and down, running my tongue along the contours of his shaft. His head felt like it was growing with each sweep of my tongue.

  He gently put his hand on the back of my head, which only encouraged me. I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis, sucking on it while my tongue flicked the under edge of it. Arousal didn’t begin to cover the sensation I felt when he twitched with pleasure as I swirled my tongue around his helmet.

  “Please, stop,” he groaned. “Otherwise this is going to end sooner than you want it to.”

  I gripped the base of his cock, my fingers unable to connect around his girth, and ran my hand along his shaft as I licked the tip, looking up at Malcolm as he looked down at me. It turned me on to know he was watching what I was doing with him.

  I sat back and pulled off my dress, feeling the fresh air completely envelop me as goosebumps dotted my skin and my nipples solidified once more.

  I reached up to Malcolm, bringing his face down to meet mine before I maneuvered him onto his back on the blanket. I straddled him, looking down at this delicious man, the details of his perfectly formed, muscular body, his devilishly dark eyes, running up and down my naked form, and the monster that I was about to insert between my legs.

  I took his hand in mine and raised his fingers to my lips, kissing them as I maneuvered on top of him. I looked in front of me at the view before me, the lake that was full of life, surrounded by budding trees, and I smiled.

  This was truly freedom.

  I sucked on the tip of Malcolm’s finger as I pushed down, his mass expanding me as I slowly lowered myself onto him. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” I cried, trying to keep my voice down as Malcolm’s massive cock filled me.

  I moved my hips against him, only slightly, feeling his bare skin inside my pussy, feeling his heat directly inside of me. It was too much. I was going to come even before I started fucking him. All it took was just slight movements of my hips, little twinges, to feel Malcolm caressing me from the inside, exploring new spots.

  I drew Malcolm’s full finger into my mouth, using it to muffle my orgasm.

  But I didn’t have time to get over it. Malcolm took his hand back and put both of them on my hips, taking control. He pushed himself deeper into me, while slamming me down on him, his strong hands lifting me up his dick and back down, over and over.

  “Oh god, Malcolm,” I said, not caring any more if anyone heard me. “Fuck me, Malcolm.”

  Harder he pounded into me, holding me steady as he did so, stretching me open, driving inside of me in a way I had never felt anyone do before. The warmth, the heat of him was drawing within me again. This was going to be the big one. I wasn’t going to be able to keep this one quiet.

  “I’m going to come, baby,” I said. “Come with me, come with me.”

  I began rubbing my clit, bucking against his own motions as my body took control of me, moving and writhing against him, my hand on his stomach as I braced myself, feeling his own body tense as he got close. I dug my nails into him.

  “Fuck, Violet,” he breathed as he curled up and wrapped his arms around my body, burying his face in my neck as he came inside of me just as my pulses reached their height and I bit down onto his shoulder.

  We clung to each other, feeling our bodies experience the intensity of one another, our pulses beating together, as we always would.

  As Malcolm relaxed, he lay back down, and with him still in me, I lay on top of him, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

  I looked at my hand with the sparkling diamond on it and looked up to kiss Malcolm.

  “I can’t believe this is real,” I said. “So many magical things have shown themselves to me, and I think this is the most magical.”

  Malcolm kissed me deeply, wrapping his arms around me and holding me closer to him as he did so. “You are the most magical part of my life, and I can’t wait to spend our lives together.”

  THE END

  The “Dragon Mansion” Series continues!

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  Bad Dragon

  Dragon Mansion Book 2

  (Coming July 15th, 2020)

  I’m loaded, and I’m always a hit with the ladies.

  I know what I want, and I’m always in control.

  Until she walks into the dragon mansion.

  I’m a goner from the moment she spills her coffee all over me.

  She’s my mate; I’m willing to bet my scales on it.

  So I do the only thing I know how to: I flirt with her hard.

  I know I’m coming on strong, but I can’t help myself.

  My usual cocky self is dominating my rational side.

  But despite my confidence, she’s not letting me near her.

  Her innocence is keeping her away from my experience.

  She wants to forget about our kiss, keep things professional.

  But I want only more. I want all of her.

  She may not know it yet, but I’m hers, entirely and completely.

  I need to make her feel like she’s in control of this. Which I will.

  But underneath, let’s not forget who’s really in control here.

  My Dragon is waiting in the shadows.

  To finally make her mine.

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  About Jada Cox

  Jada Cox is completely in love with three things: her adorable little son, her handsome bear shifter of a husband, and writing shifter romance stories. For some reason, she's lucky enough to have all three of those in her life! Jada's books are full of strong women, hot-as-hell shifters, and furiously fast action scenes. Check out her books to taste a part of her addictive reality.

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  "Dragon Mansion" Series

  Dragon Mansion is filled with six smoking hot, insanely muscled Dragons who make women drool and men jealous. Once you walk through the doors of this testosterone-laden house, you’re a goner. So, here’s one piece of advice: don’t ever go in there. Especially not alone

  Billionaire Dragon

  Bad Dragon

  “Elemental Dragons” Series

  “Elemental Dragons” is a paranormal romance series featuring six very hot, very protective Dragon brothers who will destroy anything to protect their mates.

  The Dragon’s Nanny

  The Dragon’s Baby

  The Dragon’s Surrogate

  The Dragon’s Pretend Girlfriend

  The Dragon's Three Mates