"You're going to get me fired."

"That is not my fault."

Kagome's eyes narrowed, fierce sapphire glaring up into smug gold. "How is this not your fault?"

"I am simply here to learn about historical Japan. You are the one wearing such an alluring ensemble, miko." Even as he spoke, claws traced the line of her maroon blouse, tugging at the top button.

"You literally lived during this time. You don't need to attend my classes—" The button yielded, revealing the top of creamy breasts, and Sesshoumaru leaned down, placing a kiss on her sternum before travelling lower. Kagome hissed, arching as his tongue dragged across her skin.

"I have lived a long time. Facts get muddled," he said, hands sliding up her thighs, her pencil skirt bunching around her waist. His intent was clear, erection pressed against her core, only the thin material of her underwear and his pants separating them.

"Sesshoumaru." She tried to argue, but it came out as a moan, and she felt him smile against her skin before raising his head.

"You would be more convincing if you had not locked your office door when you found me in here," he admonished, pulling the tight knot out of her hair, raven waves cascading down her back.

"It's an automatic reaction."

"I will consider it my good fortune, then." He grabbed her hips, grinding up against her, another moan escaping her lips. "Now, do you really wish for me to stop?"

Kagome blushed, knowing he could smell her arousal, and shook her head. "But if I do get fired, you're paying my rent."

"If you would just move in with me—"

"You were serious about that?" she asked, suddenly distracted.

"What reason do I have to jest about it?"

She stared at him, the heat that had been building inside her suddenly blooming into something more potent, and gave him a brilliant smile. The predator receded for a moment, his expression softening, and he cupped her cheek.

"Ask me again," she said, leaning into the touch.

"Remove your top."

Kagome couldn't help but laugh. "You snuck in here, do it yourself." He didn't need any other incentive, and she quickly forgot about the question until her head stopped spinning, glad that no one had booked an appointment during her office hours.