She practically dragged Aurion out of the room.
The other kings and queens filed out slowly, still discussing security measures and alliance protocols. Torin was the last to leave, closing the door behind him with a knowing look.
And then it was just us. At last.
“That went well,” Mal said, his voice lower than before.
“Did it?”
“You were magnificent.”
“You’ve said that before.”
“It remains true.”
I stood slowly, my heart already racing. “We should probably go check on Killian.”
“Yes. Probably,” he agreed. Neither of us moved.
“Why aren’t we moving?” I asked, biting my lip. His eyes traced the movement and I saw him swallowing hard. It was so powerful to feel the effect I had on him. I could easily get drunk on that feeling.
“I am thinking.”
“About?”
“How badly I want to kiss you.”
My breath caught.Yes.“The door is locked?”
“Not yet.” He stood abruptly, crossed to the door, and locked it with a decisive click. Then he turned back to me, and the look in his eyes made my knees weak. “It is now.”
I was breathing faster now, butterflies making a mess in my stomach. He crossed the room toward me with predatory intent, and I stayed exactly where I was. Waiting.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he asked, stopping right in front of me.
Probably the samehewas doing to me, but I still answered. “Tell me.”
“Watching you command that room. Watching you shut down Silvermane and defend our son with such fire.” His hand came up to cup my face. “You have no idea how difficult it was to sit there and act professional.”
“I was showing off,” I admitted.
“For who?”
“For you. Obviously.”
“Well. It fucking worked.” He grunted, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.
“I was incredibly distracted the entire meeting.” I whispered.
“By what?”
Please.“As if you don’t know.”
He pulled me close, his grip firm on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise, and I could feel exactly how much he wanted me pressing against my stomach, his cock thick and rigid through his pants, throbbing with heat that seeped into my skin. “We were supposed to be professional.” I mumbled.
“We were very professional. I didn’t jump you in front of everyone.” His voice was low, gravelly, laced with that teasing edge that always made my pulse race.
“I considered it,” he admitted, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the meeting room air, making the moment feel even more forbidden. “Every single second of the fucking day. Every day. Watching you bend over that table when you were reaching for the water, your ass briefly outlined in your dress... fuck, Wen, I was hard the whole meeting.”
