"What do you have to say?"
Grace whispered as she leaned closer to his face, meeting his gaze with seething desires of her own.
'Crap! I fucked up. I thought she was strong and disciplined.'
Realizing the fact he had underestimated a woman who considered herself his—having no reservations like she would have before she chose to be his—Miles inwardly panicked for the first time. Feeling his dick, which would have normally already bobbed and awakened in its true dragon form, remain a shrimp in his pants, he was lost on how to respond but instantly figured out another way.
'Although my brother is out of commission, there are still parts of me I can use.'
"I'm sorry. I had a lot on my hands," he whispered, their lips just half an inch away from locking together—
Smooch! Smooch! Smooch!
