Page 26 of Draco's Defiance

“I’m going to hand in my notice. I need a better position.” Although God knows where. She didn’t vocalize the final line, but he heard it nonetheless.

“I’m sure the right offer will come along.” Preferably at the end of my cock.

“How is this going to work?” She caught her lip between her teeth, peering over her shoulder as he joined her by the opening elevator doors.

The tiny tremble in her voice conveyed her excitement at the meeting, as did the sound of her accelerating heart. Naturally, no normal man would have detected those signals, but Draco was no ordinary man. His heightened senses meant he registered even the most minute changes in another person.

“Work before play?” She glanced toward the mirrored cubicle as Draco gestured for her to go inside.

“That’s probably a good strategy.” He met her gaze in the reflection as he walked in behind her.

“Like before?” A small pool of color glowed at her cheek bones.

“Would you like that?” His cock stirred at the memory of her on her knees upstairs.

“Yes...” Hesitation reverberated in her voice, her thoughts confirming her indecision. I’ll never be able to offer decent advice while I’m polishing his cock.

“But?” He interjected, guessing what was coming next. Her internal dialogue raised a good point. Much though he wanted her perfectly painted lips around his dick, he had asked for her expert opinion.

“But I’m here to do a job.” She laughed at his intervention, no doubt wondering how he always managed to know what she was thinking. Draco knew it was an unfair advantage, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Hearing what she had to say about him was an unexpected and fortuitous benefit of this blossoming arrangement. “And I’d do a much better job if I can remain professional throughout.”

Her eyes offered a silent plea. He didn’t need telepathy to realize how much she didn’t want to offend him with the assertion, but needed to be allowed to do her job. He got it. Draco might not have a profession, but he resonated with the idea of doing something to the best of his ability. That sense of pride was the reason that, while he rarely called an ex-lover back, he always ensured they left with a smile on their faces.

“No problem.” The elevator burst into life as he smiled at her in the mirror. He was pleased when she met his stare. “It’s good to see you.”

Is that too much? Nagging paranoia still danced in his head even as she spun slowly to face him. Am I coming on too strongly? Second guessing himself wasn’t something Draco was used to. Especially where women were concerned. The new development was downright disconcerting.

“You too, sir.” Her enticing eyes flashed with desire as she craned her head to meet his gaze again. “Is it still all right to call you that?”

“More than.” Fuck, he wanted her, wanted to bring the elevator to a halt and pin her against the glass.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” She swallowed at the same moment her thoughts exploded in his head. Oh, God. I can’t believe I just told him that! “Too much, really.”

“Too much?” Draco liked the sound of that, his hand rising to skim her cheek. He’d heard her request for professionalism, and yet he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself.

“More than I should.” Her brow rose as her cheeks colored. “And not just about the contract.” She motioned to the case she still gripped in one hand.

“Thinking about the other night?” He permitted his fingers to graze the side of her neck, his balls contracting at the breathy mewl that escaped her lips.

“Too much.” Oh, God. Pulling in a breath, her focus flitted to his fingers. His touch is incredible. “I meant what I said, Draco. I don’t usually do this.”

“Neither do I.”

In some distant facet of his mind, he acknowledged the elevator chiming to indicate that they’d reach the required floor, but he was too lost in the moment to even contemplate breaking the visceral connection they shared. They’d only been alone for a couple of minutes and yet already they’d conjured that same energy again, his sweaty palms and racing pulse a testament to the captivating chemistry. Lust was one thing. Draco knew lust, and sure he desired Moira, but the sensation dispersing in his bloodstream was stronger than that. He was absolutely fascinated by the woman before him, and as much as he wanted to bury his cock inside her, he also wanted to explore and know her.

“I thought you said you enjoy casual sex all the time?” Her attention returned to his face.

“Sex, yes.” He’d made no secret of that. “But not this.” His digits wound gently around her nape, stroking the soft skin behind her collar.

“What?” I can’t think when he does that! Her croaky tone reflected her scattering thoughts.

“This.” He signaled around the cubicle. “I never ask anyone back for a second visit.”

“Never?” A single crease appeared in her brow.

“No.” His throat dried at the realization. “You’re the first.”

What does that mean?