Meetings

Author's Notes: As always, I have to thank my beautiful beta, Miss Reetinkerbell for looking this over for me. I've been messing around with this plot for awhile, after noticing that one of my co-workers just stares at me strangely...I talked with Ree about it, and during that conversation..*bam* this little baby was born. Its taken me awhile to remember it and actually finish it but here it is..hope you enjoy!

Meetings

I can never concentrate during these meetings.

Not with him staring at me from across the table like that. Like he wants to eat me. Every week he sits himself in the chair across the table from me, and from the time the meeting starts to the time it is over, I can feel the heat of his stare.

I look up at him and he grins at me, his eyes roaming over the parts of my body that are visible above the table like he can see through my clothes. A shiver runs down my spine when he licks his lips and brings his eyes back to meet mine. I have to look away. If I don’t, I will start fantasising about him.

Who am I kidding; I'll do it anyway. I fantasise about him no matter what day of the week it is. But after these meetings, with him gazing at me like he wants to tear my clothes off and fuck me right there on the table in front of our co-workers, I have to lock myself in my office so I can get myself off as quickly as possible. And it never takes long. I only have to brush my finger over my clit a few times before I’m falling over the edge.

I can feel the blush spread over my cheeks as I think about it, and I mistakenly look at him again. His eyes are slightly closed and his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth. I wonder what he’s thinking about until I see a flash in my vision.

What the hell was that? I almost asked the question aloud, but then it happens again and the meeting room, and everyone in it, disappears. I’m suddenly on my back, naked, and his head is between my legs. I have no idea what is going on and I don’t care because he flicks his tongue out and touches it to my clit.

Another flash and I’m bent over a desk, my skirt flipped up over my bum, and he’s slapping my arse as he enters me from behind.

Flash. He’s got one of my tits in his mouth while I’m riding him, our naked bodies rubbing against one another as I impale myself again and again on his cock.

The sounds of the meeting rush back into my ears and my vision clears. I look across the table at him and he’s staring at me with such hooded eyes, I can barely see the grey of his irises. He gives me this sexy grin and I know it was him who put those visions in my head.

He breaks eye contact to look towards the front of the room, before turning back to me with an amused look. I turn to where he was looking and am shocked to find that everyone’s attention is directed at me.

“Miss Granger? Hermione? Did you have anything to add?” My boss asks, and I’m sure she’s talking about the report I had just handed to her before we walked in the room.

I clear my throat and begin to talk without standing up, as I know I’d just fall over.

***

I’m not even at my office when a paper airplane memo bounces off my head. I’m half tempted to throw it in the rubbish bin just to get it to stop poking me so I can get into my door and get my knickers off.

I’m still walking as I open the memo and almost run into a young intern as I read the words on the paper.

Granger -

My office. Now.

- Malfoy

I fold the memo in half, wondering why he’d want me in his office. Did he feel that there was something wrong with the report I gave at the meeting? He is part of the project after all; maybe he has something to add.

Or maybe he wants to see me for another reason…..

A flash in my vision and suddenly I see him on his knees in front of me, his hands boldly running up my legs and up under my skirt. Just as he reaches the junction of my thighs, the vision fades and I’m standing alone in the hallway.

My heart drops in my chest and I turn around and run to the lift that will take me to his office.

**

I’m barely through his office door when it closes on its own behind me. The lock slides itself in place and I look to the large desk in the centre of the room, expecting to find him sitting in the high backed dragon leather chair, but it is empty.

Suddenly his breath is on my neck and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his chest. His body is hard and warm and I swear I can feel the lines of his muscles through his shirt.

Parting my robes, slipping in and unbuttoning my shirt, his knuckles trail against my stomach on a path to my breasts. I suck in a breath and lean into him when he gets my tits in his hands. He finds my nipples and rolls them between thumb and forefinger and I can’t tell if this is real or one of my fantasies.

I can feel his cock pressing against me and I rub my thighs together slightly, wanting him inside me right at that moment.

“Hermione,” he whispers, that one word making me wetter than I ever remember being, “I want you. I’ve wanted you for too long.”

One of his hands travel back down my body and straight into the waistband of my skirt, pushing my knickers aside and stroking my pussy from bottom to top and circling my clit, making me moan from the feel of his fingers on me.

“You want me too,” he said before flipping us around so my back was against the door and he stood in front of me.

As soon as those grey eyes make contact with mine I step up and kiss him, my hands going into his hair, wrapping the soft blond locks between my fingers. I can feel him smirk against my mouth and I don’t care if he thinks he has won, if he thinks that I have fallen prey to him because in all truths I have. I had quite some time ago and all I care about right now is taking off all our clothes and fucking him until neither of us can see straight.

His tongue slips into my mouth and I devour it hungrily as I start to unbutton his shirt. I pull his shirt off his arms and as soon as he’s free of it, he buries a hand in my hair, tugs my head back and attaches his mouth to my neck.

He finds a sensitive spot below my ear and I almost black out as he nibbles on it. He releases my head and pulls my robes along with my shirt and my conveniently front clasped bra down my arms and off my body. His eyes rake over me, and the look in his eyes lights me on fire. I can feel my orgasm building and he’s barely touched me.

He’s thinking the same thing, it seems, because he bends down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth.

*

I’d always pictured him as one who liked to talk dirty and I’m glad I was right. Every time he mumbles the words cock, fuck, or pussy I almost come.

He’s sitting on the couch in the corner of his office and I’m riding him slowly. He’s got his arms around me and he’s holding me to him as I slide up and down on his cock. He feels so good inside me, every time I sink onto him he goes a bit deeper and I can’t remember ever being this filled.

“Lean back,” he pants, “Lean back and touch yourself.”

I pull away from him and take my breasts in my hands. His hands go under my thighs and he lifts me almost all the way off of his cock before bringing me back down firmly.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls and I moan loudly, hoping far too late that he put up silencing charms.

I rock my hips against his then rise up again, and he tells me that he loves how hot and tight my pussy is as he pushes me back down on him.

“Oh Holy-” I get cut off, because he leans up and pushes his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me quickly then brings his mouth to my ear.

“Play with your clit while you’re riding me.”

He leans back against the couch pillows and watches me. I’m so fucking hot for him and the moment I get that throbbing nub under my fingers I explode. My hands grip his thighs behind me as I grind against him, his name falling off my lips in gasps.

He grips my hips and stands up while still inside me, my limp legs half-hazardly wrapped around his waist as he carries me to his desk. He lays me down, holds my legs up and starts pumping into me slowly. His cock slides into me deeply, making me grunt with every thrust. My legs feel stronger so I wrap them around him, pulling him closer as he picks up his rhythm.

He leans over and kisses me, taking my hands in his and dragging them above my head, stretching my body out and making it feel as if his cock is reaching deep within me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says, releasing my lips. He drags them over my collarbone and down to my tits, licking a path around my nipples then continuing down as far as he could reach, his hands exploring every inch that his mouth can’t.

He stands up straight again and one of his hands drifts down to where we are joined. He runs a finger over my clit and looks into my eyes, and I feel as if he’s looking straight into my soul. The sparks from his finger to my nub run through my entire body and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

“I want you to come on my cock again. It felt so good to have your hot pussy juices around my cock,” he breathes.

I whimper a bit and he leans down to demand it from me, “Come with me Hermione.”

I do. I let go and can feel him let go as well. His hot seed is pushed inside me; I can feel it burn a path to my womb and as the haze clears from my mind I make a mental note to cast a birth control charm once I get back to my office.

“Fuck,” he says as he slowly pulls out of me.

He takes my hand and helps me stand from his desk, then wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He gives me a grin and kisses me once more, coaxing my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it gently before pulling away.

He grabs my clothes from the floor and helps me into them, buttoning my shirt for me slowly, still looking into my eyes with such heat, such passion. Like he hadn’t got enough of me.

That thought has my face turning red and I look away from him.

“Don’t be embarrassed now,” he chuckles.

“I’m not embarrassed,” I say, and to prove it, I lean up and capture his lips with my own, kissing him lightly.

“Good, then I’ll see you tonight,” he says as he opens the door.

“Tonight?” I ask because he’s just confused me.

“Yes.” He grins. “We have a date.”

*

I’m already back in my office before I realise I’m missing my knickers.

/smut