Page 19 of Draco's Defiance

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Page 19 of Draco's Defiance

She couldn’t resist her smile at the praise. No one had ever described her that way before, and staring at his handsome face, she still couldn’t believe it was a man like Draco who’d done so.

“What about these?” Motioning to her heels, she glanced back to the man who in the space of a couple of hours had become the center of her entire world. “Should I take them off?”

“Definitely not.” He arched one delicious brow at her as he offered her his hand. “I’ve wanted to fuck you in those heels since I first saw you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Steadying herself against him, she lowered slowly to her knees, aware only of how fast her heart was beating as she settled on the rug. Was it possible to pass out just from a racing heart alone? She certainly hoped not. She didn’t want to miss a moment of what was to come.

“Knees apart, please.” The command came from above her head, and obeying, she risked a glance in his direction.

“Like this?”

“Just like that.” His smile was so freaking sexy she wondered what she wouldn’t do to feel the rays of his approval shining down on her. After so many years of doing ‘the right thing’, doing as she was told probably shouldn’t have been such a turn on, but Draco had a way of making every command captivating.

“You are fabulous.” His tone oozed admiration for what he saw. Moira had never known what it was to be desired until that moment. “Now...” Taking a seat on the couch in front of her. “Let me take you through my problem.”

Draco

WAS ANYTHING HOTTER than a willing and sexy woman on her knees for him? If there was, Draco certainly couldn’t think what it could be as he recounted his familial tale of contractual woe to Moira.

Her expression changed at his story, caught somewhere between shock at his tale and horny at the circumstance. Draco could sympathize. His cock was fit to burst at the sight of her, but still—he’d brought her there for her professional opinion—it was only his incredible, good fortune that had seen it entwine with his sexual desire.

“So, you signed the contract?” Her breathing was ragged as she took stock of his situation.

“Sir,” he corrected her. “I like ‘sir,’ little girl.”

“Sorry.” She smiled, in spite of her position, settling back on her haunches. He adored how comfortable she seemed to be with her body. A woman confident in her own skin was alluring by nature. “I’ll remember, sir.”

“Thank you.” Throwing her a wink, he considered sliding from his seat and taking one of her tempting nipples into his mouth. He wondered how long he could suckle the teat before he inspired a cry of either agony or ecstasy? He didn’t mind which. He enjoyed both. “And yes, I signed because I wanted an easy life. But I was a fool, and now I want out. Is there a way?”

“There can be.” Her shrug sent a delicious wave of motion passing down her naked body. His balls ached in response. “I have an eye for detail, but I’d have to see the contract, sir. Do you have a copy?”

“I do.” He liked the way this was going. Not only was she fricking gorgeous, but perhaps she could help him? “But I don’t think even I have the patience to sit here and watch you paw over it while you look like that.”

“Another time then, sir?” Her gaze widened as he rose from his seat.

“Definitely.” He nodded. “I’ll pay you, of course. But I’d like to hire you privately. I don’t do business with Jeffries and his cronies.”

“No problem.” She smiled. “Although I’m not sure I should act on your behalf professionally if we’re doing this...” Her tone was coy as she looked down at her scintillating body.

“Let’s just not tell anyone.” His brow rose at the suggestion. “It’s nobody else’s business anyway.”

“That’s not really how ethics work, sir.” Her tone was wry as she lifted her chin to see him towering over her. “I have a responsibility to all my clients.”

“Just as well I don’t mind about ethics, then.” His hand lowered to the side of her face, skimming over her skin before burying his fingers into her hair.

“I don’t have that privilege, sir.” Her eyes fluttered closed as his grip tightened. “This is my career.”

You need a new career, then.

The thought flitted through his mind as he eased her head backward to reveal her long, slender neck, and he was fleetingly thankful that although he could sometimes hear her thoughts, she couldn’t hear his.

Musing on the unfair benefit he’d gained, he devoured the look of every detail. From her cute little nose to the swell of her breasts and the curve of her thighs. Gods, she was fine. As magnificent as anyone he’d brought home from clubs like Indigo, except this time there was one major advantage in having Moira there at his feet. Not only was she exquisite, but she was intelligent, too. They could talk as well as fuck. It was a revelation.

“Let’s not dwell on that now.” His voice had taken on that more commanding tone he employed when he played with partners, and as her gaze opened, he noticed she attempted to lean into his hand.

She’s not scared, then.




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