Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
A/N: This is the second installment in my Gentleman series. It may or may not be the last one. I recommend reading the first part - A Gentleman and a Lady's Maid before you read this. You don't need to, as this is mainly Porn-with-Very-Little-Plot, but it'll make just a little more sense if you do... <.<
Also, I place the blame for this squarely on Creature of Shadow. She was the muse and recipient of the original plunnie, and she wanted more, which led to THIS plunnie! <3
That said, I hope all of you enjoy this as much as you liked the first part!
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What a perrrrrrfect way to start the day, Kagome grouched. Settled in the luxurious back of their Rolls, going over the reports she would need to refer to at the meeting. And she was still aroused, while the man that had done the arousing was busy navigating through her schedule for the day.
“If your fooling around costs me that takeover, husband dear, you’ll be on the couch for a month,” she remarked, when he had finished conferring with her poor secretary. Her poor secretary, who was probably jumping for joy at the prospect of a day off – and who would undoubtedly tease her unmercifully about this tomorrow, when she was allowed back at work.
“So direct,” he murmured back, unperturbed by her threat. “I do like that in a woman.”
“Be serious here!” she snapped.
“I shall do my best to please, Kagome.”
She shivered at the carnal promise of his words, but pulled herself together long enough to hiss, “Please? I’m going to have enough trouble dealing with that prig Mori, and you’ve gone and taken over my whole day! Dismissed my secretary, left Miroku to deal with your work, which he’ll handle by pestering Sango till she threatens to resign- AGAIN! And what is everyone going to think?! This isn’t pleasing! It’s TORTURE! And can you even tamp your ego –” and found herself mid-rant, on her back, flanked by strong arms and a curtain of silver hair and melting golden eyes gazing at her lips. Sesshoumaru leaned in closer, close enough to brush against her mouth in a butterfly kiss.
Her breath hitched.
He tilted his head, thumbs stroking the underside of her breasts. Yet his lips stayed where they were. “Torture,” she breathed against them. Her tongue ached to reach out and sweep against their plump curves.
A long finger traced the seam of her panties, testing the damp material. “Perhaps, but pleasing in its application, is it not?”
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To be continued...
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