Page 67 of Balthazar's Fire
“Two things.” He leaned back in his seat, his lips twitching as he watched her. “Number one, this is the perfect place to introduce you to my dragon. There’s space up here for him to fly.”
“Wow.” She lifted her hand to her mouth to capture the gasp that escaped. “I would love that!”
“And I’d love to show you.” His smile was warm. “Aside from my family, no one has ever seen him before, but he’s an important part of me.”
“This might sound like a stupid question,” she started, curling her toes in her socks as she considered what she was about to say. “But do you guys breathe fire?”
“That’s not a stupid question.” Balthazar’s grin widened despite his reassurance. “You don’t normally meet many fire-breathing creatures.”
“So, that’s a yes?”
“That’s a yes.” One of his dark, mesmerizing eyebrows arched, momentarily robbing Cherie of her breath.
“Really?” The admission seemed unbelievable.
“Yes,” he insisted with a snigger. “Although it’s perilously difficult to demonstrate without melting vast amounts of the snow outside.”
“I bet.” She smiled in spite of herself.
Everything about Balthazar was unreal, from the way he had swooped in to save her from Oliver, to his model-like looks. It made the fact he could transform into a fire-breathing dragon almost plausible.
“What was number two, sir?” she delved.
“Number two was something else for us both to enjoy.” His tone deepened, the resonance sending splinters of energy racing around her. “An opportunity for me to punish you again.”
Cherie’s heart skipped a beat as his words rebounded in her mind.
Punish you again. Punish.
“Like before?” Her voice rasped.
Fleetingly, she wondered why she wasn’t countering him. Cherie had done nothing to warrant his so-called punishment, but the idea of receiving one was scintillating. She didn’t protest because it was the one thing she yearned for.
“You liked that, huh?”
The trace of arrogance in his tone should have riled her, but her pulse was racing too fast to care.
“Yes, sir.”
There was no point denying it. Cherie had reveled in the spanking and Balthazar was the only man she wanted to give it to her.
“I can include a few hard swats if that’s what you want,” he decided.
“Include?” Her brow furrowed.
What does that mean?
“So, you don’t want to spank me?”
“I’d always love to spank you,” he confirmed. “But I had something else in mind…” Hesitating, he inched closer. “Something we already talked about.”
“Wh-what?” she panted, enthralled at the way he could suspend everything around them and capture her attention so easily. When she was alone with Balthazar, they were the only two people in the whole world.
“Excuse me?” His eyebrow cocked again, that one tiny gesture able to ramp up her desire a hundredfold.
“Sir,” she added, knowing what he wanted without having to think. “What did you have in mind, sir?”
“I want to claim that one place that doesn’t belong to me yet.” His hand slipped around her waist and down to her ass, squeezing her sensitive cheek. “I think you know where I mean.”