Draco (Coded for Love 2)

He folded his hands, his long strong fingers drawing her attention. Those hands had touched all her intimate places, had caused her to cry out with need and pleasure. Reaching out, she touched his thigh. “You’re turning me on.”

Moving, one hand disappeared under the desk.

Even through the fabric of her skirt she could feel his touch, then his hand was under the skirt and his fingers stroked on the bare skin of her thigh. Staring ahead and over the edge of the panel surrounding her desk, she name checked everybody in the area, reassuring herself they all had their heads down working.

Draco moved his hand, stroking her thigh beneath her skirt.

She bit back a moan, but not soon enough, a tiny sound escaped her.

Risking a side glance, she caught the mischief in his eyes.

He squeezed his strong hand around her thigh, smiling as he did so.

The nerves in her legs tingled, her arousal levels soaring. One foot was half out of her shoe, and she kicked it off under the desk, her body wired by Draco’s touch and the promise in his eyes.

Rubbing one calf with the toe of the other foot, she moved her legs, shifting anxiously. Somehow, it gave him the chance to move his hand between her legs.

“Oh yes,” he murmured, “you really do need some help, don’t you?”

Lara was mortified.

“Move your chair back a bit,” he instructed.

Apparently the heat welling from inside her panties was all he needed to know to take charge of her completely. And she couldn’t ever shy away from his instructions because they sent her into some crazy horny place where she had no self control. “We can’t do this, not here.”

“No one’s watching. My lady’s horny and I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t say that,” she begged, light headed from his words.

“What? My lady, or horny?”

“Stop it!”

“You’re tempted, aren’t you?”

She was tempted, sorely tempted. Everything her mind put forward as an objection was overruled by the pulsating need for his touch on her body.

He stroked his hand over her panties again.

“Draco!”

“Don’t resist.”

She could say no, she could deny him, but it was too good following his instructions—too naughty, too arousing. Her skirt was already bunched up by his hands. Taking a deep breath, she lifted one stacked heel and pivoted it against the footrest under the desk, flashing her thigh at him.

“Is that okay for you?”

He gave a hoarse laugh. “Yes, I can admire the view now, but I intend to do more than just admire you, you know that don’t you?”

“Perhaps you’ve done enough already,” she whispered, in a feeble attempt to resist. She could hear voices in the distance outside the cube, but they were fading in and out, her attention fully harnessed to Draco and his instructions.

Stroking her panties with his fingers, he moved slowly over it, then under the fabric. He stroked one finger down the surface of her panties, pushing it into the groove of her pussy. Her groin tingled expectantly and she had to hold tight to stop from squirming in her seat. Gripping the desk with her fingertips, she tried not to slump. It was pure sensuality, a secret sensation that was only made real by the look that passed between their eyes.

“You like danger, you want to explore.”

“I don’t know. Christ, Draco, I don’t know.” He was driving her to distraction.

“Tell me what you like.”