To Catch a Billionaire Dragon

Chapter Seven

Laurel still tasted Logan when he kissed her again, could feel the silky strength of his cock in her mouth. She was hot and wet, and she wanted him to take her, like she had taken him. "Enough of kissing."

She began to pull down her jeans and he was there, pulling them off for her, removing his own jeans too; she hadn't got past opening the buttons earlier. His eyes shot at her damp panties and he smiled, slowly and knowingly, and the look heated her. He leaned over her, propping himself with one arm and pressing the other lightly on her abdomen. Her muscles tightened in anticipation as he glided his fingers down between her legs, rubbing her over-sensitive flesh over the wet panties.

She squirmed against his hand, wanting more, and he obliged with a little laugh. He pushed his hand inside her panties and she spread her legs for him. He found her sweet spot unerringly and rubbed it with his thumb, gliding the rest of his fingers down her wet folds and dipping two of them inside her. She was tight, but he was patient and soon the steady motion of his fingers made her orgasm build. She pushed her hips against his hand, forcing him to move faster, and in a blinding surge she came.

He didn't give her time to recover. In a few economical moves, he had pulled her panties off, put on a condom and placed himself between her legs. As her hips rose in the aftermath of her orgasm, he took a firm hold of them and glided in. He was large and hot, and filled her completely, the sensation exactly what she needed. She came again.

He began to move inside her, the motion strong and sinuous. She had trouble breathing, her orgasm still shaking her, and she clung to his shoulders, letting him set the pace. Leaning down, he claimed her mouth and sharpened his thrusts. They were both out of breath now, but breathing was overrated anyway. All that mattered was his hard flesh moving inside her, pushing her body towards another orgasm.

Abruptly, he pulled out and turned her on her stomach. Taking a hold of her hips again, he pushed back in. Her face pressed to the bed as he pumped furiously, his strong body hitting hers in an impossibly quickening pace. Her insides tightened and she bit the bed cover to keep from crying out in pleasure, and then she couldn't hold it in anymore.

As her body shattered in yet another orgasm, he let out a deep groan and with a couple of thrusts came too. He collapsed on her and they lay there for a long time, breathing heavily. It had been the absolutely best sex of her life, and one thing was sure:

"I need to give Drust a much larger role in my book."

He stiffened and rolled off her. "What?"

"You're so amazing. How could I make him anything less?"

"After all this, you're still thinking of an imaginary man instead of me?"

She turned to him and saw him looking angry. "Why would I think of you? You said yourself that you're one of the most sought after bachelors in town. You're not for the likes of me. But my dragon ... no one can take him from me."

He stared at her coldly for a few, pregnant moments, and she held her breath. Then he got up and walked to the bathroom. "I think it's best you go now."

Holding back her tears, she got up, gathered her clothes and left. Once back in her apartment, she took a long, hot shower, put on her comfiest clothing, and curled up in her bed. She cried the whole night.

Logan was still furious the next morning. He had no idea what had happened with Laurel. The sex had been amazing and she had been fully present. She had known it was him ... yet her dragon was never far from her mind.

He tried to feel flattered that she found him an inspiration, but he was past that. He wanted her to see the real man. So many women saw him only as a walking money machine. Laurel didn't care about his wealth and position, but she was no better than those women. She didn't want him, just her version of him. She wanted the dragon. She wanted Drust, not Logan.

And he didn't want to be Drust anymore.

He should admit defeat and put her out of his mind. If he didn't see her again, it should be easy. He had never wasted a moment pining after women.

But judging by how much he thought about her that day at work, she might be an exception in more than one way. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on running his empire, her face just wouldn't go away from his mind. He remembered her smile, her quirky little habits, even the way her eyes glazed when she thought about her book.

If this continued, he would run his business into the ground. He had to take decisive action, and only one thing would banish her from his world for good. He had to make sure she went back to where she had come from.

Picking up his phone, he made the call that would see it happen.

* * *

Logan had barely returned home that evening when there was a loud banging on his door. He went to open it and a slap hit him directly on his cheek. Staggering back, he stared at Laurel's furious face.

"I hope you're happy, ruining my life." Her eyes shone in anger and barely suppressed tears.

"I did no such thing!"

"Oh, so it wasn't you who called my agent, telling her he wasn't comfortable with me living next to you, using you in my book."

"Yes, but—"

She interrupted him. "Do you really think that a man like you can say something like that and people don't do their utmost best to please you?"

"That's kind of the point."

"So you think it's a proportionate punishment for not falling at your feet in awe like all other women that I've now lost my agent?"

His stomach fell uncomfortably. "No, it's nothing like that."

"Then what is it? It was fun for a while, but now it's back to normal life, and women who aren't the perfect specimen should be cleaned out of sight?"

"Of course not. I just—"

"Save it. I hope you feel happy in your ivory tower with all your money, looking down at us who barely scrape a living, knowing you've managed to make it that much harder for one of us. And don't worry about being in my book, I will remove Drust. He's not worth writing about."

With that, she swirled around and stomped to the elevator she had propped open with a large back bag. She pushed it in with her foot as she entered, and the doors closed behind her.

He felt utterly sick. This wasn't what he had meant to happen. "I'm sorry," he said out loud, but it was too late. She was gone. And he didn't even know where she lived.

How could things have gotten so out of hand? He had simply wanted to put distance between them. Well, he had succeeded there. But not like this. He hadn't wanted to hurt her. How was he supposed to know her agent would terminate her contract?

Now that he had achieved his other objective, being removed from her book, he was disappointed. She had only cut the character because she hated him. And he found he didn't want that. He wanted her to like him, wanted to be her inspiration.

He owed her to make things right. It wouldn't be easy, but he would try his best. He would get back into her life and make her see he was worth writing about. He would make a good dragon after all.