He drew her close, kissed her forehead and said, “Hold my beer and just watch me.”
And he made good on his promise.
Real good.
Chapter 10
Cate woke curled up against Draco, his naked body a furnace warming her backside.
Memories of the night before brought a smile to her face. Whatever happened next between them, she’d have those memories to reflect on. To cherish.
He’d talked about many more nights than just the one. She didn’t dare get her hopes up that he would follow through. Then again, he’d absolutely followed through on his promise to give her two incredible orgasms she wouldn’t soon forget.
She lay in his arms, unwilling to wake him, almost afraid the magic of the night before had all been a dream or that they would be awkward around each other, acting like professional colleagues in front of the others when they’d been naked and had sex a few short hours before.
“Don’t make it weird,” Draco’s voice rumbled through his chest into her back. He draped his arm around her stomach and pulled her closer, his morning erection nudging the crease of her butt cheeks.
Heat spontaneously blossomed at her core, making her want to forget about the day and return to the night before. “Why do you think I’d make it weird?”
“I can hear the gears turning in your brain,” he said and nuzzled the back of her neck. “And you stiffened like a flight risk.” He raised his hand from her belly to cup one of her breasts, massaging it between his fingers. “We’re grown adults who find each other incredibly attractive. Making love is the most natural result.”
“But we’re working a case. We’re professional colleagues.”
“Colleagues by day and sex-addicts by night.” He swept his hand low to cover her sex. “And mornings. Definitely mornings.” He scooted fractionally lower and slid his cock between her legs.
“We should get moving,” Cate said as she arched her back, pressing her ass into him, opening her legs wider for him to find her sex. “Besides, we’re out of protection.”
He paused in his quest to make a connection. “You’re correct. What are we going to do about it?”
When he started to pull back, she reached between her legs and guided him into her. “You don’t have to come inside me,” she said, loving the position and eager to feel him inside her, taking her from behind.
“Woman, you’re living life on the edge,” he said.
Cate chuckled. “I have you where I want you. Or almost.”
He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “You turn me inside out, you know that?”
“Good,” she said, tugging gently. “That makes two of us.”
“Just in and out, and we get dressed and go to work,” he said.
She could feel his commonsense eroding with her hand around his cock.
“In and out,” she said, stroking his length. She had him where she wanted him, and it gave her a sense of power. She made him lose control.
But when he gripped her hips and eased into her so slowly and back out, it was she who lost control. It wasn’t enough. She had to have more, even if she had to beg.
“Again,” she said, breathlessly.
Five minutes and an orgasm later, they rose, showered and dressed for work, touching each other every time the other turned around.
Cate ignored all the warning bells going off in her head, telling herself it was just a fling. He wouldn’t stay. She shouldn’t get her hopes up or expect anything more.
They grabbed coffee and a pastry from Frau Bieri on their way out and walked the blocks to the Brotherhood Protectors International headquarters.
A block away from the building, both of their cell phones chirped with incoming texts.
Cate shifted her coffee cup to her other hand and dug her phone out of her pocket and frowned down at the message. “Did you get the same message?”