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“Erm… okay,” Ethan husked out, “suddenly I have more pressing things on my mind. Maybe we can continue this discussion later.”
Her hand snuck down between them and massaged his big, ribbed member, then the vibrating groc nestled in front, nudging it with her little finger, feeling it wet and ready to pleasure her again. To prep her for that beautiful, gigantic cock of his.
His tail flicked around her thigh, tugging her against him. “So many parts of you give me pleasure,” she sighed, and stroked the tail moving up and down her seam.
“Which part would you like to be pleasured by first, Miss Westwind? My tail, my tongue, or my double-headed cock?”
“I’ll take all of them,” Min laughed.
Quite some while later, seated at breakfast in their dressing gowns, Min was surprised when Ethan said, “I want to visit the Westerly with you, Min.”
Her brows raised. “You mean today?”
He nodded. “I need to see the place that shaped you. You’ve shared my home, spent time with my family, but I don’t have a real sense of your life, of where you grew up.” He reached across the table and stroked her hand. “It’s just not enough to pretend I know about your life any more. I need to know about your life, Min. I want to know everything about you.”
Min was touched, but she couldn’t help wondering what he’d make of the shop, of her home. “It's just a musty old bookshop.” Why was she trying to put him off, when she’d love him to visit the Westerly more than anything? Was she scared that if Ethan saw how simple her life was, she’d no longer hold the same appeal?
But his next words appeased her worries as he said softly, “But it’s your musty old bookshop. It’s where you grew up, it’s what made you who you are.” He smiled, and she melted into the blue of his eyes. “I’ve taken the morning off of work so I can be with you, so why not today?”
“We could go back to bed instead,” she said hopefully. Gods, she was insatiable for his touch.
“After we’ve visited the bookshop,” Ethan said with a quirk to his lips but a firmness on his handsome face.
“Very well. To the Westerly we will go,” Min said, wondering how Gingerbread would respond to a big green dragon invading his space. And what would Bonnie say when her fake date proved to be anything but?
“I’ll just make a call, tell Bonnie to expect us,” she said.
When the hover cab touched down an hour later, Bonnie was waiting at the open door, bouncing on her heels with excitement.
“Hi,” Ethan said, giving her his best smile.
“Oh hi, let me make you both a cuppa.” A cup of tea was Bonnie’s answer for everything. She dashed into the office and put the kettle on, her snakes going every which way in her excitement. While Ethan looked around the shop, Min followed Bonnie into the office and told her an abbreviated version of the facts.
Min’s eyes rounded. “Oh goodness me, so now you’re telling me it is real between you? I can’t keep up! I can see why, though, he’s even more handsome than in the photos.”
Min laughed, blushing. She looked around. “Where’s Gingerbread? I didn’t see him in the snug.”
“No idea—mousing maybe? You go be with Ethan, I’ll bring the tea out shortly.”
Ethan was already wandering along the bookshelves, casting his eye over the volumes. And there at his feet, doing figure eights around his legs, was Gingerbread.
Min laughed. “Oh, he’s found you.”
“Yes, so it would seem.”
“Are you okay with cats?”
“To be honest, I haven’t met many. We never had cats at home; dragons aren’t really into domesticated pets.” He looked down at Gingerbread and smiled, and the cat looked up at him and let out a plaintive mewl.
“Well, he does seem to like you,” Min observed.
Gingerbread ambled over and nudged her leg, almost as an afterthought.
Ethan’s gaze returned to the shelves. “What a treasure trove. How long did it take your dad to collect all these books?”
“Years and years. So many of them had been hidden away in attics and basements in Motham.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.”
