Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
With his account book lighter and his desire only slightly abated by the necessary pause, Magnus left Maia's office and made his way swiftly through the club. He had not given Janie any instructions, and some slaves would have disliked that - would have needed to know exactly what to do. But he thought that Rajani would not.
And he wanted to see what she would do. Had done. For him.
A few of the other beds were occupied, but when Magnus reached them, he only had eyes for one. Through the translucent, silky curtains around the bed he could see his treasure kneeling, impressively balanced on the points of her heels - but what made his eyes darken to bronze and his arousal flare up with a veangence was how she teased and caressed herself through her gown, as if she couldn't wait.
Well, neither could he.
"And here I was expecting a struggle," he said hoarsely, twitching aside the curtain. He noted the open drawer, but barely glanced at it; his eyes were locked on her hands. "Instead...could you not wait, treasure? I tried to be quick."
Without waiting for an answer, he grasped her chin tightly, almost roughly, and bent to take her mouth. He kissed her as though he owned her, hard and possessive and promising - and Magnus Bane always kept his promises.