Jenny Anderson POV
Waiting for Dragon was nothing new, when he finally opened the door, his white shirt was shackled to his forearms expressing his many tattoos. His black hair falling over his face before pushing him back, removed his tie and called on me. Something was going to happen and I was going to leave it.
His thumb pressed on my tongue, and he looked at his blue eyes, which drowned me in the best and worst ways, Dragon was a man with many secrets, secrets that would eventually kill him. He was cocky, but he had a lot of reasons for it. My wrist was tied and secured by one last pull.
"You'll look so good as you lean over my desk."
Nothing good happened when he smiled. He folded his little handkerchief into an elegant roll and pulled my bottom lip down, put it in my mouth, and
