Temptress

Author’s Note: This fic is dedicated to all the dirty Drake stans out there who had to put up with two entire books of the slow burn.  We know how frustrating this was for MC, but how did Drake cope with all that sexual tension? 🤔

This story takes place in Book 2 Chapter 11 after the infamous Paris billiards scene.  Enjoy! 😘

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Shoulders tight and head held high, Drake walks casually down the narrow corridor of the passenger car of the train towards his stateroom.  Arriving in front of his door, he reaches into his jeans pocket to retrieve his key and slips it into the lock. With a quick turn of his wrist and forceful shove, he enters his private domain.  As soon as the door clicks closed, he drops his head to press his forehead against the wall, releasing a long exhale that he’s been holding onto for what feels like half the evening. “What the fuck are you doing, Walker?” His voice is a low whisper, lost in the void of his empty room.

His mind still hazy from the whiskey- well, from the whiskey and her– he starts walking around his room, discarding his clothing along the way as he mentally chastises himself for one mistake after another.  His first mistake was inviting her along in the first place. His intentions had been innocent enough; escape the stifling royal entourage for a few hours by himself at his favorite dive bar in Paris, passing the time in solitude with billiards and the finest whiskey that France could offer.  But as soon as she sashayed into that train car, he knew all chances of a quiet evening alone had just gone out the window.

Stripped down to his boxer briefs, Drake makes his way to the tiny ensuite bathroom adjoining his room.  He reaches into the shower, turning the water on hot, hoping the water and steam will help cleanse him of the guilt he was carrying.  Leaning against the vanity, he peers into the mirror, studying the man before him. Was this the face of a traitor, of a man who could betray his best friend?  Two months ago he would have balked at the mere insinuation … but now, fighting his desires day after day, he was beginning to lose faith.

Steam billowed through the tiny room, the scalding water hitting his skin when he slipped inside the shower.  He held his face under the water, internally hoping it would wash away the thoughts he was battling inside his mind.  Instead it reminded him of his sins, the warmth of her lips when she pressed them against his, the wet heat of her tongue dancing with his only a short time ago.  If they hadn’t been interrupted, if they’d had only a few moments longer … Drake felt his cock twitch at the thought, just as it had in the heat of the moment. He needed to get this girl out of his system, to rid himself of these urges – and he needed it fast.

Bracing one hand against the tile wall, he slid the other one down his body to wrap around his excitement, growing harder by the second.  The warm water trickled down his torso and lower, allowing his hand to slide easily up and down his length in a steady rhythm. His mind drifted back to earlier that evening, to the image he’d known immediately was destined for his spank bank, when she leaned forward on the table to aim her pool cue allowing her breasts to spill over her cups for his visual enjoyment.  The wicked gleam in her eyes when she peeked up at him, that coy smirk on her lips … he groaned as he squeezed his shaft tighter, knowing very well she wanted him to look. She’d stripped down to her bra, for chrissakes! This woman was flaunting everything he couldn’t have right within his grasp, but by god how he wanted to give in.

Twisting his wrist and rolling his thumb over his tip, he remembered how her eyes darkened when he shrugged off his shirt.  How she tugged her lip between her teeth when he dropped to the floor, cranking out push ups and attempting to break her resolve first.  Damn, those lips though. How soft and warm they’d feel wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. He felt the pressure building in his abdomen, the lure of sweet release so close.  Those eyes, those deep blue pools shining up at him as she slid her mouth up and down, her lips quirked up at the edges as she happily took everything he had to give her …

“Oh fuck! Emma!”  Drake thrust into his hand one last time before exploding across the tiles.  His fingers dug in to grip the wall, steadying himself as his body shook with the last tremors of his pleasure.  Finally spent, he slumped over and pressed his forehead against the wall, his mind blissfully quiet as he came down from his high.

Finishing his shower and toweling himself off, Drake felt surprisingly carefree and light.  Waltzing into his room he slipped on some clean boxers and slid under the covers of his bed, thankful for a much-needed respite from the demons that he’d been fighting for too long.  He felt himself relax instantly against the cool sheets, the sweet pull of slumber quickly taking him under.

“Next time we should go on a real date.”  Emma’s eyes flicked to him, her soft smile causing his heart to thump in his chest, his tongue stumbling to find his words.

“That wasn’t … I mean, not that I wouldn’t, but …” Drake found himself lost in her gaze, falling headfirst into that well of Kryptonite.  

Even in his sleep, this temptress would be his undoing.

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