𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 || 𝐋.𝐌 ✓

➢Chapter 17- Secret of the phoenix

Note: This is gonna be a really long chapter so ✨enjoy✨

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Monday morning, Lucius surfaced from sleep when a soft sigh paired with tugging the covers from his shoulder reminded him that he had company.

He usually slept on the couch next to the bed, save for the time after Y/n had gone down on him and left him prostrate and dead to the world. Even then he hadn't woken up next to her. She'd risen before him and he'd found her downstairs sipping coffee out of his favorite mug.

Well, that and Saturday night after the retirement party. He'd gone from kissing her in that hallway (and getting busted by an elf) to going back in for the party until they could make their escape. After, they'd gone straight to bed, but then, too, Y/n had been up and reading the Wall Street Journal when his eyes opened.

This morning she hadn't scampered out of bed, for reasons he guessed he was responsible for, and that made him proud. He felt her finger touch his lips and opened his eyes.

"Cocky bastard," she grumbled. Y/n was rumpled and sleepy, her eyes barely open, her hair in complete disarray. And so gorgeous with the sun filtering in behind her, he had to blink to make sure she was real. "Do you always wake up smiling?"

He pulled her close, because in his huge bed, she was too far away. Then he rolled, threw a leg over her body, wrapped an arm tightly at her back, and kissed her neck.

"I wake smiling," he said, kissing her ear next, "whenever the woman I go to bed with has six screaming orgasms."

"Six!" she protested, pushing against his bare chest with both hands.

"Was it seven? I lost count." He loosened his hold on her and pulled back to find her rolling her eyes.

"Hardly." She wiggled away from him, then climbed out of bed. She was wearing almost nothing: a barely-there pair of panties and a silky tank top. When she was on her feet, she grabbed a pillow and tossed it over his face.

"I'm still smiling," he said, his voice muffled.

She grumbled something else and he moved the pillow in time to watch her fantastic a** wiggle into the bathroom. Then he rolled over, and despite the shining sun, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

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An hour later, Lucius emerged wearing a suit and tie, looking bright-eyed and ready to take over hotel chains and turn them into dust. Y/n was dressed in her usual uniform of pencil-skirt-and-blouse but doubted she looked either bright or bushy. Unless you counted her hair, which she'd wrestled with for nearly twenty minutes before giving up and pinning it back in a low ponytail.

"I was going to run this morning, but you wiped me out last night." he said in greeting, moving to the coffeepot. His gaze strayed to the mug in her hands.

"What?"

"I have a cabinet full of mugs and that's the one you choose."

"I like it." She cradled her coffee protectively.

"Of course you do."

"It's comforting."

"Of course it is."

The black mug with gold writing on it was the last thing she'd ever expected to find in Lucius's sterile, clean environment. It added a touch of whimsy, which was shocking.

"You mean this is...yours?" She turned the mug and read the message aloud. "'Sometimes all you need is a billion galleons.'"

Lucius grinned and Y/n almost had to reach behind her to grab the chair for support. He was ridiculously gorgeous, and remembering the sight of him between her thighs last night wringing orgasms from her made her want to grab his tie and lead him upstairs now too. And, yeah, her orgasms had numbered around seven, but she wasn't ready to admit he could separate her body from her brain so thoroughly.