Traitor

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, kinky sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy Holidays, y'all! This is probably the last of my uploads (for anyone who reads these who is waiting on another fic to update) before Christmas, because I'll be visiting family, etc, but expect something before the New Year! :) Thanks! Review?

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Lily spent a careful hour in the bathroom getting ready, trying not to read into the fact she wanted to look her best. Not just because it was because she was meeting people she didn't know, which always rattled her, but because she was technically the enemy, and she wanted to blend in. And, although she tried to ignore it, part of her also just wanted to look good for Lorcan. After all, if she was his witch, obviously her appearance was open to critique, and she wanted there to be none. She'd look good, smell good, and make a damn good impression.

She felt the blue gaze of her new undercover lover on her in the mirror, after forty minutes or so, as she curled her hair tediously around her wand so it would look sleek and styled, not just a mess like usual, after dosing her mane of deep crimson hair with a liberal amount of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. "What?" she asked, pausing, looking round at the tall, broad shouldered blond wizard who stood in the bathroom doorway, filling it, arms folded.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, as if trying to make sense of her actions.

"Curling my hair," she replied, rolling her eyes in a silent, 'Duh!' at him for even asking.

"Isn't that redundant?" he drawled, and Lily scowled.

"No," she snapped. "I'm making it look nice," she added, "not all over the place with curls and waves and mostly tangles, looking like-"

"Like I just shagged you fucking rotten, Princess," Lorcan said, smirking. "I fucking love it. Now your hair looks all…" He trailed off, smirking wider, his eyes turning devious in his reflection.

"All what?" Lily demanded, furious he was smirking at her like he was going to do something bad, and wanting to know just what bloody adjective he was going to apply to what had been some damn hard work thus far!

"All ready to get messed up while I shag you rotten, Princess," Lorcan rumbled, and she leaned back into him as he moved close behind her, his mouth skimming down her neck, hands going around her hips, and she hissed as he brushed the still smarting tattoo she'd gotten only a week and a half ago.

"Stop touching it!" she snapped, slapping his hand away, because it was bloody sensitive, damn it! It tingled still, and sometimes pulsed, and she felt distinctly aware of it. Lorcan only grinned smugly.

"I can't help it," he rumbled. "It's like my hands just know where it is," he murmured, and kissed her neck. "Mmm, and just thinking about it is making me horny, Princess." He rubbed the proof of it between her buttocks, and Lily tried not to react, tried to resist him, because damn it, she had taken time with her hair for Merlin's fucking sake.

"Stop," she said with absolutely no conviction, tilting her head to afford him better access to kiss and nibble her neck teasingly. She halfheartedly curled a few more sections of hair, then gasped sharply as Lorcan bit her roughly.

"No. I don't want to stop," he said in that rough sexy voice that had her libido ramping up and her nipples hardening under the bathrobe she still wore. She groaned when she felt his fingers undoing the knot on the belt of her garment, but made no move to stop him, and when his hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her already hard nipples teasingly, Lily arched into the sensation, unable to resist him. "I'd much rather watch you come all over me, Princess," he rumbled, and she moaned, loud, when he tugged her nipples.

"Lorcan," she panted, trying to tamp down on her arousal, biting her lip and swallowing thickly. "We'll be late," she murmured. Lorcan merely grinned.

"And I can promise you, not a one of my employees or comrades would begrudge me, especially knowing I've shagged you." Lorcan grinned down at her then turned her in his embrace and Lily's hands instinctively braced on his chest. She felt a thrum of soft, familiar magic under her palm and gasped. She was staring up at Lorcan already, and he must have understood her surprise. "It's a magical signature, a mark you've left upon me, and when you touch it, it feels familiar because you wrote it."

She shivered when he touched hers, even though the fabric of her robe, again. It wasn't precisely painful, nor quite pleasurable, but there was a definite...zing, of sorts. And it was like an overstimulated nerve ending, making her wriggle with the definite discomfort of such an unknown, unsettling feeling. "Does yours do that?" she finally asked after a beat.

Experimentally, Lily rubbed over the spot where she'd felt it, her apparent magical signature, and watched Lorcan closely, but his brilliant blue gaze gave nothing away and his handsome face didn't alter. The only indication he felt anything was the vague tightening of his pectoral muscle beneath her fingertips. "Apparently not, or at least not as much." He teased hers again, briefly, and she frowned after she bit back a gasp, eyelids fluttering a little at the jolt of sensation.

"That's not fair," Lily declared, because his touch made her feel all mixed up and weird and somehow also a tiny bit turned on, and because she couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel if she licked his tattoo instead, or maybe even bit it.

"Mmm, unfortunately," he agreed, then smirked and buried his hands in her carefully constructed curls, surely only a few seconds away from ruining her hard work, and yet she couldn't help but moan a little as his fingertips drew over her scalp, soft, gentle, but also firm enough she felt them, and he bent to snog her.

Several minutes later, Lorcan at last pulled back from the redheaded witch, her hair only minorly tousled, her bathrobe half off though, and dipping heavily off both shoulders, and she was panting and moaning, wanting nothing more than to come all over him. "Lorcan," she moaned, one leg slung around his hips as she clutched his shoulders and her pelvis ground against the bulge in his jeans. "Fucking Godric, don't stop."

But the blond wizard pulled back, and grinned. "We'll be late if I keep going, and you're the one who was worried about it, Princess." He hauled her closer, close enough she could practically feel his arousal almost buried to the hilt in her dripping sheath, and she whimpered. "I'll finish you when we get back," he promised against her ear in that rough, sexy voice that told her she would thoroughly enjoy that.

So Lily pulled away from her undercover lover and finished getting ready before they Apparated to the location where Lorcan conducted his business dealings. Even if she took a little longer than strictly necessary in an attempt to curb her desire.

It was an old warehouse, looking like it might sag in on itself at any moment from the outside, and she cast the structure a dubious look as Lorcan rapped a metal door, the only entrance, with his wand, and a knob appeared. Lorcan muttered a few choice words to bypass his own security wards, then opened the door and waved Lily in, smirking a little as the redhead gingerly stepped into the warehouse.

The redheaded witch was surprised, a little, to find the interior looked a helluva lot like a shipping department, with large quantities of goods around the room, some still in wooden travelling crates, and roughly a dozen wizards milled about, doing work, from the guy cleaning up what appeared to be a large, tipped over crate of dried Mandrake leaves, to the four man team piling a large group of crates into what looked like the back of a Muggle lorry that had been magically expanded to fit it all.

Lily felt Lorcan's warm, comforting presence behind her as she looked around with interest, and then tried to be less obvious. "Am I supposed to be impressed?" she murmured, glancing up over her shoulder at Lorcan, heels clicking on the polished concrete floor as she wandered around aimlessly.

"Not yet, Princess." He lifted his gaze from hers and smirked at someone who came forward with soft footfalls. "Zeke, is Dugan still finishing that order?"

Lily turned round and almost choked. Because before her, shadowing her almost entirely and making her crane her neck embarrassingly, despite the fact she was wearing heels that boosted her height significantly, was possibly the second largest man she'd ever seen, after Hagrid, who was half giant. The wizard, Zeke, grunted, and Lily felt herself instinctively shrinking back into Lorcan. "Yessuh, Cap."

"Tell that lazy fucker to work faster," Lorcan said dismissively. And then smirked at Lily, even as his arm moved across her waist, holding her to him. "Stop cowering, Princess. Even if he didn't owe me a life debt, Zeke isn't going to crush you."

Lily gulped, glancing back up at the huge wizard, with dark skin and black eyes and hair, a slow smile spreading across his not-quite handsome face. "Unless you deserve it," he agreed, then held out his massive hand. "You mus' be Red." His voice was deep, and lilting, and distinctly American.

Lily could only nod, feeling intimidated, but bravely stuck her hand out and shook Zeke's. And then she almost laughed, because his grasp was so soft, as if he actually feared he might hurt her by accident, she realized this giant wizard was probably just like Hagrid. Intimidatingly huge, and undoubtedly terrifying when angered, but otherwise a gentle giant. "I am," she finally said, and looked at Lorcan before she elbowed him roughly. "And you're a dick," she snapped.

Lorcan chuckled. "Worth it, Princess." She blushed a tiny bit when his hand smoothed around her hip, because even through her dress, she could feel the ripple of him touching the part of magic he'd left on her body. "I'll be in my office," he said to Zeke, and with a casual arm around her waist, steered Lily toward what looked like a tiny closed off room built off the main area.

Lily couldn't help but glance around as they strolled across the vast space, past the wizards of all size, shape, and appearance, some friendly looking, most scary, doing various tasks Lily assumed were required for running an illegal trading operation. Deals had to be negotiated, usually by Lorcan himself Lily presumed, and then the desired product would be acquired. The redhead was almost certain, too, that sometimes that included theft, larceny, and undoubtedly blackmail. And this, she presumed, was the literal middle ground. The stop for the various illegal, or expensive, and often times from, or for, the black market, goods to await their final destination. Which, while Lily was by no means actually impressed by, was awfully impressive in sheer size, for a man who'd claimed he'd only started fresh a couple years ago.

"This is kind of impressive," Lily said after a moment where they walked, her looking around at the goings on, Lorcan taking stock of everything going on in his little business hub with one eye, and watching Lily with the other. He wondered if she was trying to ferret out knowledge from him, still, and if she was really just playing him, going for the long con against him. And, like a typical bastard who thought mostly with his dick, whether he would regret taking Lily in, bringing her into his sometimes Dark underworld, just for the pleasure of being able to fuck her into screaming ecstasy every night and wake up with her delicious little form all to himself every morning. His dick was definitely voting to keep her and take her at face value, even if his brain disagreed. His heart was still deciding.

"You didn't think I was merely some little underling, did you?" he teased. Lily smiled a little.

"Somehow I doubted you being any sort of 'little', Lor," she said softly, and the blond wizard had to rein in the urge to snog her silly and muss up her lovely, sleek curls that cascaded down her back and around her shoulders.

Lorcan didn't get the chance to reply before he heard someone say, from his left, "What ye bringin' a piece o' pussy t'work for, then, Cap?"

Lily felt Lorcan stop, his arm around her waist halting her own forward momentum. "O'Leary," the blond wizard said, looking at the young wizard who'd spoken, a burly, barrel chested young man with bright green eyes, myriad freckles, and a gap toothed smile. "Beg pardon?"

A slow smile spread over the younger wizard's face, and Lily frowned as she watched him eyeball her blatantly, pausing to admire her assets in her sundress. "Thought ye always told us not t'bring a whore home, Cap? Looks like ye may've done it yerself there."

Lily made to reach for her wand, which was strapped to her thigh, hidden in the swirling skirt of her dress, but then she felt Lorcan stiffen, his hand moving to halt her movement. "Sorry," the blond said, still sounding utterly polite, and yet radiating the type of aura, magically, that made the hairs on Lily's arms stand up, senses on alert, because it was powerful and decidedly angry. "For a second, O'Leary, it sounded like you were suggesting this witch was a whore."

To Lily's shock, the young lad guffawed brightly, looking amused, and she wondered how he didn't notice the powerful magic that poured from Lorcan's aura, that he couldn't feel how displeased the blond was, simply by being there. Lily felt like she was going to burst it was so obvious to her, that sudden surge of pulsing energy that thickened and electrified the very air making her heat rate kick up.

"C'mon, then, Cap," O'Leary said, smiling, and looked around, not noticing that although a couple of the younger looking wizards smirked back, the two older men, who obvious realized this wizard's folly, said nothing, faces blank. "Look at 'er." Lily's lip curled as the young man looked his fill again, pausing to ogle her cleavage blatantly. "A nice lass, to be sure, of course, Captain," O'Leary said, green eyes flicking to Lorcan as he smiled sheepishly. "But not the sort ye bring home t'yer Mam. Y'know?"

Lily shook off Lorcan's grip, reaching for her wand, because that was just rude, and she would hex the bastard for it. She looked fucking presentable as shit! Maybe the red lipstick was too bold. Or maybe it was the little sundress with almost too much cleavage showing. Either way, Lily didn't think she looked like a bloody whore, for Merlin's sake! But even as she made to grasp her weapon, Lorcan was lifting her dress, higher than she anticipated, and she blushed as four pairs of eyes roved up the exposed line of her thigh, to her hip, where she knew they would see the tattoo he'd put on her, along with the lacy blue side of her knickers.

"What does that say?" Lorcan demanded.

One of the wizards immediately looked away, but mumbled, "She's your witch, Cap."

Lorcan forced her dress back down. "You fucking bet, Richie. So tell me again what you were saying then, O'Leary," Lorcan rumbled. Lily couldn't help but but feel the need to intervene, and reached out to put a gentle hand on the wrist of Lorcan's wand arm. He shot her a dark look, as if he neither wanted nor appreciated the gesture from her, and Lily swallowed, but left her hand on his arm She turned away from the men, slowly sliding her palm up the appendage, over the thick, corded muscle and tendons, over the tattoos, to the seam of his elbow, and curled into his other side closer.

"But, Cap..." O'Leary said, looking unsure for the first time as Lorcan glared openly at last.

"What?" Lorcan said, voice deadly. Lily knew he would accept only one response, and if the poor bastard didn't give it, she couldn't help him. The redhead steeled herself against the fact Lorcan might even curse the boy for insulting her. And while that made Lily want to rage against the injustice and the obvious cruelty that would indicate, she knew she couldn't react if she wanted to maintain her charade. And that would only happen if she didn't see it happen, because ignorance could be bliss.

"Why in the name of Merlin's bollocks would ye bother brandin' yer name on a whore, C-?"

Before O'Leary even finished the question, Lorcan had shaken off Lily's hand, pulled his wand and slashed it brutally through the air before him, watching the young wizard fall dumb mid speaking, blue eyes glaring hatefully, and watched O'Leary's own green eyes bulge. He pulled Lily closer, feeling her burying her face in his chest, knowing she would probably tear two strips off of him afterward for it, even as O'Leary's mouth opened and blood spilled out between his lips, the dead, pink muscle of his tongue falling out onto the floor at his feet. With the skill of the best magical surgeon, the appendage was effectively and silently cut from his mouth with minimal blood loss during the procedure. He made a strangled noise of horror, then looked at Lorcan as if he were a monster. The blond eyed the rest of his employees, one of whom looked like he might be sick as he stared in shock at O'Leary. The older guys, and Richie, however, all pointedly looked away and moved back to working. Everyone knew Lorcan had a temper, and didn't hesitate to act upon it and would never apologize, which meant, he knew already and long since, he was considered a cold, ruthless bastard.

"Ooh uh aye ung ow!" O'Leary sobbed.

Lorcan felt his temper blaze again. "You'll live," he spat. "But let that serve as a reminder to you," Lorcan snarled, knowing of course, if the bastard went to the wizarding hospital nearby, he'd get his tongue regrown with no problem, but not bothering to mention it, "that my witch isn't a whore." His voice was deadly, his blue eyes burning with white hot fire that such an impudent little boy had dared to speak out against his witch, and O'Leary finally looked away, still bawling. "And the next unlucky bastard to suggest it will find himself floating out with the tide."

After that menacing statement, they finally moved on, and although Lily wanted to look, wanted to know what could make a man scream as if he'd been mortally wounded, she was afraid she'd lose it if she did. So she averted her gaze from the wizard who bawled and sobbed and made incoherent noises that sounded like ambiguous words, and followed as Lorcan lead her away, not looking back and wondering if she was making a mistake. Obviously her undercover lover had just cursed that poor wizard, for the simple act of being an idiot, and while Lily was all for a good hex, or maybe even a strong Stinging Jinx, to have wrung a sound like a trapped animal being tortured from that wizard… The thought was bone chilling. But she simply had to play her part, and told herself she'd find out if the poor sod really would be alright later.

As soon as the door closed behind them, however, and they were sequestered in his office, Lily couldn't help but round on Lorcan. "Don't you ever do that again!" she snarled.

Lorcan scowled. "He deserved it."

The redhead narrowed her eyes. "I'm not talking about that," she said with disdain, as if she had merely been bothered with the disruption of her leisurely stroll instead of horrified at whatever Lorcan had done. "I meant when you just yanked my dress up!" she snapped, and the blond wizard's brows lifted before he chuckled. "It's not funny!" she insisted. "And if you want your underlings to respect me, you'd better make sure you do the damn same, which includes not flashing my underwear to your lackeys! I'm serious, if you do that again, I… I'll…" Lily faltered and Lorcan smirked a tiny bit, then saved her.

"There's no need to put your considerable talents to work on deciding precisely what sort of punishment could be worst for me, Princess. I won't do it again. But I had to, just this once, to prove the point."

Lily gulped and then her courage faltered, and she looked away from him. "What did you do to that other guy, the one who said-?"

"He won't be saying anything rude for a long while, I suspect." And although Lily fixed him with a sharp look, he didn't say anything more, instead sitting down behind his desk, Lily moving instinctively to the chair across, and the blond pulled out three very large, thick books, opening the first just before halfway. "You took Arithmancy, yeah?" the blond wizard asked, and Lily nodded, still unsettled by the distinct topic change and feeling bad the poor wizard, O'Leary, had been cursed simply for thinking her a one night stand, or even a paid bimbo of his boss's. "So you know numbers." Lily shrugged. She'd gone to a local Muggle primary school until she was eight, and she supposed that rudimentary knowledge of basic mathematics might also count.

"I suppose," Lily finally replied, brow furrowed. "Why?"

"I need an accountant of sorts. Someone who watches my bottom line, makes sure everything adds up and knows if one of those ruthless fuckers," he jerked his chin toward the office door and beyond, "is skimming off the top." Lorcan slid the book across the desk toward her. "If you want, Princess, I'm offering you a job."

The redheaded witch looked up at him, the tall, broad shouldered and very well built blond wizard with the tattoos and the awful reputation, and the rap sheet to go with his illegal lifestyle. And while she wanted to tell him, in the moment, that she was lying to him, using him, going to turn him in, she found her mouth couldn't work. She didn't even know what to say thus far. I only fucked you because I thought it would help my chances in gaining your trust, but I actually kind of really like you? Yeah right.

"And if I make a mistake?" she asked slowly, wondering if she'd be treated like any other employee by Lorcan, even as she conceded she wasn't sure which she'd prefer, personally.

Lorcan smirked, then sat back. "Come sit, Princess," he said, and patted his lap. Lily lifted a disdainful eyebrow. "I won't bite you. Not just yet, any rate." Despite the teasing tone, and the promise that he would bite her later, and she'd probably enjoy it, glittering in his blue eyes, Lily got up and moved around the desk, and made to sit in Lorcan's lap sideways, crossing her legs primly.

The blond wizard was having none of that, and promptly turned her, throwing her legs over his thighs, her back pressed to his front and straddling him, the skirt of her dress barely allowing her enough room to sit comfortably without it riding too far up. "Lorcan," she murmured, in the same tone one publicly scolds a toddler, because there was absolutely no way he was getting in her knickers in his sodding office.

"You have to call me Lor, especially here," he chastised softly, his lips brushing the smooth column of her neck, hands gliding up the tops of her thighs, dragging her skirt up another inch.

"Regardless of what I call you, I'm not having sex with you in here," she hissed.

Lorcan chuckled. "Fine. I know for a fact you'd break the Silencing Charms on this office anyhow." Lily frowned, shifting to glare over her shoulder at him, but Lorcan pressed his lips to her neck before she could, grinding his half hard cock against her core that was woefully overdressed, through the annoyance of his jeans. "Now stop distracting me, witch. If you make an honest mistake, I can live with that. You forgot to carry the one, whatever that means, or whatever, that's fine. I get it." Lily nodded. "If you purposely try to screw me over, or you purposely start skimming a share for yourself in secret, you won't much like me, Princess."

The redhead closed her eyes as she rolled them, almost positive she could kick Lorcan's ass should it come down to straight duelling. "I can live with that, Lor," she said, and the blond wizard nipped teasingly at the supple junction of neck and shoulder. "I don't need to fuck you over," she murmured, "so long as I can fuck you under. And by that, I mean you underneath me, spread out, and maybe even tied to the headboard, while I fuck you," she rumbled, feeling her arousal sharpen painfully as his thumb brushed her smarting tattoo, a ripple of feeling crackling over her abused nerve endings.

"Deal, Princess. So long as I get to tie you up in return," he said instantly, even if he'd never fantasized or experienced having a beautiful witch tie him to his own bed to fuck him. He'd tied plenty up personally, but never once had he had the inclination to reverse the roles. Until, of course, he heard the little rasp of delicious arousal in her tone, knowing she was picturing the sight of him naked and bound in bed, at her mercy, primed and ready for her pleasure. And that was a bloody enticing thought, he reckoned, because she'd look as magnificent as ever, and she'd torture and tease him into ecstasy, surely.

Lily chuckled. "Deal," she said, and turned her torso sightly, head swivelling over her shoulder to kiss him and seal the deal.

"Now stop being distracting, witch," he grumbled. "I have to show you what the hell you're doing."

The redheaded witch rolled her eyes again, without hiding it this time, but paid close attention as Lorcan showed her his ledger, the record of all his deals, and how he had his accounting laid out. Lily nodded, easily grasping the basic concept if incoming and outgoing funds, although she was already thinking about how it could be improved upon. Lorcan let her leaf through the last couple weeks, then slid the ledger aside and showed her the book with the blue cover, the thinnest of the three, that had gold-edged pages.

"This is the bible," Lorcan said easily, and Lily frowned, because the title definitely said Buyer's Guide to Potion Ingredients - Extended Version. "It's magically updated every twelve hours, eleven fifty-nine in the morning and eleven fifty-nine at night, and it lists all the going prices for most of the goods I deal in. Thusly," he said, "the bible. Without this, I'd be skint broke I wager."

Lily snorted and rolled her eyes, because she had access to books like these at the Ministry, and while fascinating, they never held much interest. When Lorcan opened the book, however, Lily realized with a start, this wasn't the standard, legal market value. This was, quite obviously, the black market prices, and she found herself looking curiously down the lists, shaking her head at the rock bottom price for jellied newt eggs and the inflated rate for virgin tears. "Yeah, probably. Your books are barely balancing with it," she agreed with a wicked smirk.

"That's not very nice, Princess," Lorcan rumbled, and she groaned as his palms moved to slide up the inside of her thighs teasingly, hiking her dress up embarrassingly high

"Get used to it, Lor," she said breathily. "I've chucked my lot in with you, after all. Just acclimatizing." He chuckled, and she gestured at the last book, bound in very nice black leather, several protective runes embossed onto the high quality binding, the thickest of the books. "What's this one?"

Lorcan froze, and Lily felt him even stop breathing. "Nothing you need to worry about just yet," he murmured, and the redhead frowned, every instinct telling her whatever was in that book was personal, and probably extra illegal. She forced herself to shrug, even as curiosity ate at her, eyes fixed on the heavily enchanted book. Lily wanted to know what was inside it, damn it!

"Alright," she said lightly, and forced her hazel eyes away from Lorcan's stupid secret book she would try to crack into, maybe, if the opportunity presented itself, and turned her head over her shoulder to regard her undercover lover, the tall, handsome blond wizard staring back steadily, blue eyes bright, his mouth curved into a wicked smile. "So are we going to just keep sitting here?" she murmured. Lorcan smirked wider.

"That depends on you, Princess." His hands slid further up her thighs, parting her legs as he eased the skirt of her dress up almost high enough to expose her.

Lily reached up behind her, tangling a hand in his long golden hair, making a fist around a handful of it near the back of his skull, and hated that even though she was so not having sex with him in his little office, for all his lackeys to hear, she moaned a tiny bit as his fingers teased her slit through her knickers. "Stop," she breathed, even as she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward as his talented fingers grazed her clit.

"Make me," he rumbled, and she held in a loud moan, only whimpering a little, as Lorcan slipped a finger inside her knickers and teased her wetness, grunting against her neck, even as he bit down on her creamy skin.

The redhead didn't have to act when it came to Lorcan's prowess at undoing her reservations, and inhibitions, when fucking him. And nor did she have to fabricate her arousal and attraction to him, which made it all too easy to think they could fool around a little. "Fuck, if you want to get your dick wet, Hotshot, you're going to have to take me home," she whispered, nails scraping deliciously against his scalp, even as her other hand braced against the forearm that held her down her midsection. Lily couldn't hold back her noise of pleasure when the teasing finger swirled, hard and fast, around her clit, then slid into her slick, inviting heat, and Lorcan curled it to tease her g-spot.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a little appetizer first, love?" he murmured against her ear, then bit her earlobe teasingly, and Lily practically squealed her delight when he slid a second finger inside her.

Her legs spread wider of their own accord, and Lily whimpered, because she didn't want to seem like the floozy she'd been accused of being, and getting off in Lorcan's office seemed like a definitely slutty move. The redhead sobered at the thought of what her undercover lover had done to that poor idiot who'd unwittingly insulted her, and that cooled her libido and roused her common sense from arousal-induced sleep enough she released the sexy blond and sat up, pushing his hand away and snapping her thighs shut.

"Positive," she replied, the words coming out in an unintentional purr. She climbed off of him and pushed her hands roughly through her own hair, then pulled her dress right up and over her head. "Now if you're not coming with me, I'm going to be awfully dissatisfied." Her mouth tilted into a smirk. "I know for a fact you can always get me off better than I can get myself."

Lorcan was up and off his his chair in a beat, and Lily almost laughed out loud at his enthusiasm. "Damn right," he rumbled.

Lily all but leapt at him, and said, firmly, "Take me home, Hotshot, and you can prove it," she murmured, and in the next breath they were Disapparating away.

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