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books spread out one side of the desk as her father worked on the other.
    Movement at the corner of her eye made her pause, and turn toward the comfortable couches arranged in front of picture windows that had one of the best views of the city she’d ever seen. Then the world stopped. A man stood in front of them, hands behind his back. Tall and broad, with the sort of build that screamed power. Everything about him got her attention in an instant.
    Well, helllloo honey. Where you been all my life?
    Like most of the men she saw in her day to day life, he wore a suit. An expensive one by the look of it. Longish hair was caught back at the nape of his neck, the only deviation from boardroom-norm she could see. As though he could feel her gaze on him, he turned and looked over his shoulder. Bright blue eyes pierced her, the look assessing, as though he could see all the way through her down to her soul.
    Her body lit up like a Christmas tree, all her feminine instincts demanding that she cross the distance between them and wrap herself around him like a cat. As though he could read her thoughts, the blue of his eyes deepened, his lips parting. Her gaze dropped to them at the slight movement and she fought back a shiver. His lips weren’t overly full, but the sensual quirk did things to her body that should have been illegal.
    He moved, his hands lifting to straighten his tie. A small whimper escaped her when she spotted the dark edge of a tattoo under his cuff. Long hair and tattoos? He was totally rocking the whole ‘bad boy in a suit’ look, how was a girl supposed to resist?
    The sound of Maggie putting her phone down galvanized Honor into action. Tearing her eyes away from the waiting hottie, she turned smartly on her heel and headed into her father’s office.
    *
    Fuck. Me.
    Baron stood motionless in front of the large windows as though he’d been pole-axed. Sure, he’d known from the photo what Honor Croft looked like, but nothing had prepared him for seeing the woman in the flesh. Nothing could have prepared him for seeing the woman in the flesh. He’d been expecting spoiled socialite, so the smart business suit and self-possessed air had taken him by surprise, as had the immediate and overwhelming reaction from both his body and his dragon.
    Need. Lust. Obsession.
    And that had been before she’d shivered and looked like she wanted to eat him whole. In a good way. In a way he wasn’t going to argue about. No siree.
    His cock flared to life in his pants, forcing him to turn rapidly to avoid betraying the state of his body to the PA behind the desk who had watched that little interplay before Honor had swept through the door into her father’s office.
    She’d whimpered. An honest to goodness whimper. Determination straightened his back, despite the weight of Duke wriggling on the skin there. He wanted to hear that whimper again. He had to. Hearing her make that breathy, feminine little sound again, preferably when she was stretched out naked under him, had just become his new life goal.
    What’s going on? Duke demanded, far more garrulous over their mental link than he was aloud. Made Baron kind of glad they were only telepathic when touching, or in their dragon forms. Is she here yet? Fuck, couldn’t you have gotten a bigger jacket? I’m squashed in here, you porker!
    That’s ’cause you’re in there as well, you daft twat. Stop moving and you’ll be fine. Baron replied in a calm voice, more concerned with getting his wayward erection to subside than answering his brother. There was no way he was walking into his new boss’s office with a boner. That would make a cracking first impression. Not.
    He ignored the grumbling and the squirming under his skin. At least it was under the skin and not over it, otherwise his jacket would resemble the hunchback of Notre Dames’ right about now. And since he was pretending to be garden variety human, that wouldn’t do at all.
    “Mr. Croft is ready for you now, Mr.