50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Sixty-Two

    Aubrey ended the phone call with his private investigator and shook his head in wonder. "This is...this is huge."

    "If he is really capable of doing something like this, his entire character would be in question," Destiny said, spinning her laptop back around. "There's no telling what else he has done. This is it. The smoking gun."

    "The private investigator I hired is going to check it out. We'll see what he finds. But you were right to keep looking into it. I bow down to you."

    She grinned mischievously. "Where are my whip and flogger when I need it?"

    He laughed. "Oh, you have jokes, huh?"

    They stared across his desk at each other a moment. She was the first to break eye contact, nervously adjusting her laptop monitor and clearing her throat. If she'd continued looking into those beautiful eyes for another second, there was no telling what she would have done. Crawling across his desk and yanking on his tie was an idea she was toying around with. There went her cheeks, burning hot again.

    "Are you blushing?" he asked.

    "Pfft. No," she lied. "Don't you have reports to look at?"

    He laughed again and flipped through a few pages.

    She continued reading through the details of the car accident, making notes on information that was contradictory to other reports she'd seen.

    Aubrey typed for a bit, then stopped. "You make the cutest noises when you're concentrating," he commented.

    "I didn't know I was making noises," she said, writing in her notepad. "And why are you paying attention to what I'm doing? You should be working."

    "It's hard to work when you're this close to me."

    She raised her gaze and looked at him. How was it possible that after all this time and after everything they'd been through so far, he still had the ability to make her heart slam against her chest? He still had the power to make her nervous and giddy and excited?

    He stared back at her with a small smile curving his lips. Then his eyes lowered. "You know...you're lucky it's a weekday," he said, clasping his hands together on top of his desk and leaning forward. "Because if it wasn't a weekday, I would tell you to unbutton your dress for me."

    Butterflies went crazy in her stomach, but she fought hard to look nonchalant. "Oh, really?"

    "Yup. And then I would tell you to lean back in your chair and open your legs for me." His smile widened, but his eyes were dead serious.

    "Hmm, that's interesting," she remarked, trying to keep her voice from shaking with excitement.

    "Isn't it?" he asked her. "Very interesting. Almost as interesting as the next command I would give you, which would be touch your inner thigh and work your way up to..." He let the sentence trail off and tilted his head to the side.

    Her breath caught in her throat and she shifted in her seat, crossing her legs tightly together. "Is that all you would have me do?"

    He raised a hand and ran the side of his index finger across his bottom lip. "No. There is a lot more I would have you do."

    "Like what?"

    "Like...after making you touch yourself for me, I would have you sit that cute little ass on the corner of my desk so I could demonstrate just how much you turn me on."

    Her nails dug into the seat cushion.

    "I would probably also end up bending you over the desk," he said, almost as an afterthought.