Luscious Lust

Chapter 5 - An Invitation

My heart is about to jump out of my chest. The short, but sweet setting with Mr. Malfoy has set me on fire and I'm still having trouble breathing.
I wonder why he stopped, why he left, but I also kinda know, and understand, what he's going through. He's a separated man, his son is my age. I'm legal per say, but he thinks it's wrong. He's watched me grow up, playing with Draco, attending dinners at the manor with my parents. And now I'm a young woman trying to seduce him. He's a man with needs, but am I giving him what he needs by putting out? 

Lucius' back at his manor. He's sipping to a glass of Firewhiskey. Images of you and your sexy stockings are burnt into his mind. He can't believe he's laid his hands on you, his lips. He runs a hand through his hair while replaying your light moans in his head.
"For Merlin's sake, pull yourself together!" he says to himself. But the damage is already done; he cannot stop thinking about you.

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A couple of weeks go by. Lucius' decided to stay clear of Hogwarts for a while. He can't stand another temptation of yours, though he wants to see you and what kind of stunt you'll pull to make him weak for you again. 

But when a game of quidditch is scheduled between Slytherin and Gryffindor, he has to attend. Draco's playing and he's never missed a game. 

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I notice him right away and my face lights up. I simply can't control what his presence does to me.
I've been keeping my friends at an arm's length to avoid any more remarks regarding me and Mr. Malfoy. The scenario in the common room has taken many turns, and I still don't hear the end of it.  

"Mr. Malfoy," I say as I approach him. "Glad you could make it. Draco's really fit for fight today."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Lucius smiles.
"Where are you sitting?" I ask.
"At my usual place," Mr Malfoy replies. "I take it you'll be sitting with your friends?"
"Not if you rather want my company," I smile.

Lucius looks at you. He doesn't just want your company.

"Well, Narcissa isn't coming, so the seat next to me will be empty. I'd be delighted if you'd fill it," he says, smiling his bright smile at me.
"I'd be honored," I say and follow him to our seats.

I realize we're talking together like the scene at the secret smoking place never happened, like he's never touched me. Like his lips have never been placed on my skin.
My heart starts to race faster then. Just thinking about that smutty event makes my whole body tingle.
I sit down and place my hands on my thighs, sliding them down to my knees.
It's a very innocent gesture, but it gets Mr. Malfoy's attention, and he can't help but gaze down at my lap.
He looks up and our eyes meet. He smiles vaguely, but then his smile vanishes, and he looks to the field.
"I'm sorry," I say, referring to the gesture, which probably reminded him about the scene that he walked out on, because he couldn't continue whatever he had started to do down on his knees in front of me.
"Don't be," Lucius says. "It's a sweet reminder."
He looks at me again. "It might be a secret place, but it's still dangerous for someone like me to do something like that to someone like you."
"I like danger", I say and smirk. "And someone like me is 18, Sir. It's not illegal."
"Yet, it's wrong. You're Draco's friend," Mr. Malfoy says.
"Exactly, I'm just his friend," I say and carefully caress his hand.

Lucius closes his eyes for a moment before he opens them again, like he's been evaluating your conversation.
He's just about to say something, but is cut off when the game begins and people starts to cheer.

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Slytherin won, and Lucius and I have been cheering on and enjoying the game.
I've been sneaking peeks at him when he wasn't looking, admiring his icy blond hair and regal profile.
As the pitch clears, and we're moving towards the entrance, Mr. Malfoy stops and pins me with his cold, blue eyes.
I swallow hard, my whole body tensing at his stare, expectant with what he'll say or do next. 
"I'm thinking about hosting a victory party in Draco's honor at my manor this weekend... I'd love for you to come," he smiles.
"I'd like that very much, thank you for the invite," I smile too, easing up some. "Is it a casual or a formal event?" I ask, eager to dress to impress.
"Probably more causal than formal, if I know my son and his friends right," Lucius says.
"Ok, great, I was just wondering what to wear," I say.
"Free dress code," he says, before leaning in closer to add; "As long as you don't wear those stockings. I'm afraid I have to ban those."
I chuckle a little before I whisper into his ear; "That's all right, I'll just wear nothing underneath then. Good bye, Mr. Malfoy."
I walk away, leaving him short out of breath. I stop after a few strides, looking over my shoulder, sending him a playful smile.

"By Merlin's beard, what have I gotten myself into?" Lucius asks himself and looks up at the sky.