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Hmm... She wants me to remove my pants? I can arrange that, but it will be more fun if I can get her to do it for me—preferably with her teeth.

‘What are you thinking about, Severus?’ She wiggled her arse in his lap, eliciting a deep groan from him.

Breathing deeply, he said, ‘I’m not thinking about much because you’re intent on getting a rise out of me.’

‘Oh, I’ll get much more than that out of you, if you’ll let me.’

‘Let, my dear? I don’t think it has anything to do with let.’ He grinned wickedly and gripped her hips, shoving her firmly down onto him.

He certainly has risen to the occasion—amazingly so. If this is any indication, I’m in for one hell of a ride, she thought as she once more ground against his rapidly rising erection.

Her thoughts are such a turn on; gods, does she realise what she’s doing to me?

‘How about we adjourn to the bedroom, Severus? I want to take your mind off your bad day, and I think a romp will do nicely, don’t you?’

‘Then you’re going to have to get off of my lap so that I may stand. And believe me, my mind is anywhere but on the day I’ve had. It’s right here.’ He nipped her neck and unzipped her skirt, causing it to slide ever so slightly down her hips. ‘Well, are you going to move, or do I have to carry you to my bed?’

Severus, you have no idea how much I want you to take me right here on your couch, she mused and removed herself from his lap.

As she stood, her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a thin scrap of black lace that looked entirely too skimpy to be knickers. Severus let his gaze drop to the material and the patch of skin barely visible beneath it.

‘Are you coming?’ She traced her tongue along her bottom lip before slowly drawing it between her teeth.

‘No, but we both will be shortly.’ He rose from the couch and followed her into his bedroom.

I hope so.

There is no need to hope, love. I’ll deliver on that promise and you’ll not be disappointed, I assure you.

Hermione sat on the bed and gazed at him beneath her eyelashes. The image she drank in was appealing: his shiny, black hair barely grazed his strong shoulders, which were covered by a crisp, white shirt. His wool trousers were hanging loosely about his hips and appeared to be held up only by his erection.

Gods, look at him! He looks edible just standing there and looking at me intensely. I’d like nothing more than to rip his clothes off of him, lick him until he begs for me to stop, and then ride him until he comes.

Severus moved forward until his waist was at her eye-level. ‘I want you to undress me, Hermione. Will you?’

Licking her lips, she stood and began to unfasten each of the tiny buttons on his shirt, pausing occasionally to kiss his chest. Once his shirt was open, she pushed it past his shoulders and down his arms. She gasped when she saw the faded Dark Mark on his forearm and then kissed it lightly before moving on to his trousers. She kneeled in front of him and kissed his erection through the woollen material.

Hissing, he said, ‘You tease. If you want it so badly, why don’t you finish undressing me?’

She unfastened the buttons along the front of his trousers with her teeth, taking extra care as not to bite him.

Sliding his trousers down, his cock sprang free and bobbed in her face. ‘What, no pants?’

‘I didn’t feel like wearing any today.’

No wonder he keeps so buttoned up. I can see why...

Severus flew into panic mode. Good lord, what if she doesn’t like it?

If he dressed in more revealing clothes, women would be all over him. I mean, damn. He’s fit and has one hell of a tight arse, not to mention he’s better hung than most men. Focus, girl. You can think later, for now he’s right in front of you and ready for you to explore.

She dragged her tongue along his shaft and then took his head into her mouth, suckling it.

He lightly pushed her away. ‘There will be time for that later, minx. Right now, I want you on your back with your legs spread for me.’

He’s every bit as commanding and sexy as I thought he would be in bed.

Complying, she quickly lifted her shirt, which caused her breasts to bounce free. Once she was on the bed, she spread her legs and waited for him.

‘Very good.’ He kneeled and pushed the fabric of her knickers aside, revealing her closely-trimmed chestnut curls. He then licked her until she was moaning and begging him to enter her.

Sliding into her wet heat, he moaned loudly. ‘Damn, you feel good.’

Oh, shite. Where did he learn to move and swivel his hips like that? Maybe I don’t want to know, but damn, whoever taught him to do this deserves a prize. He’s got me coming already.

Just as Hermione was about to come, he nipped at her breasts, which sent her over the edge.

‘Yes, Severus. Come for me.’

Face contorting, he let out a long, low growl as he came deep within her. He cuddled her sweat-dampened body to him, and they soon dozed off into a peaceful, sated slumber.

***

When they awoke sometime later, Hermione tried to get out of bed, but Severus wouldn’t let her.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’

‘I was going to order some breakfast for us. I thought we could use the nourishment after the night we had.’

‘Oh, I’m hungry all right, just not for food.’