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‘When you know each other that well, it helps. Who knows, you and I might develop a unique language of our own.’
A blush flew up to envelop her cheeks, but, of course, her eyes remained rapier sharp with displeasure. ‘I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.’
He stepped close enough to say his next words directly into her ear so they wouldn’t be overheard. ‘But there could be fun in that. There’s a reason erotic asphyxiation exists,pequeña.’
He caught her elbow as she stumbled over her feet. Her blush bloomed into a full-blown flush he wanted to explore with his hands. Then his lips.
‘You...you’re outrageous. I would never indulge in such...proclivities!’
His gaze traced her graceful, voluptuous body, lingering on where his seed was growing, where his baby would bask for the next several months. Something about that earthly, primal knowledge only served to heighten the arousal that lurked so close to the surface when he was near her. ‘Not in your current state, obviously, but who knows what will happen in the future, hmm?’
‘Nothing remotely like that you...you pig!’
‘Don’t knock it until you try it. Remember how good it was between us? Tell me you had anything even close to that and I’ll call you a liar,’ he challenged.
Her nostrils flared but Seve, with every sinew strained towards this woman who fascinated him more than any other creature on the planet, also noticed that her eyes sparkled in that thirsty, experience-seeking way they had before.
‘One experience, no matter how...noteworthy, doesn’t mean I’m all in to throw myself over the edge of a cliff, Mr Valente.’
‘Seve,’ he insisted. Then when he caught a glimpse of her mutiny on this small issue too, he changed tack. ‘Or you can call me Mr Valente. But know that that will trigger even more evocative scenarios of me disciplining you in the most deliciously decadent possible way.’
She gasped once more, further outrage bristling through her frame. But her nipples still puckered, her chest rising and falling in sweet, tormenting agitation. ‘You really are a Neanderthal, aren’t you?’
He smiled. ‘You’re outraged, maybe even genuinely, but it’s not stopping you from being extremely interested in the possibilities. Your heartbeat is elevated and your pupils are dilated. I may not be a scientist but I’m well versed in body language.’
She shrugged. ‘That doesn’t mean anything. Human beings are programmed to learn through experiences but that’s not to say I want to dip my hand into a fire just to see how hot it burns.’
He realised his fingers were caressing the velvet-soft skin of her arm. For the life of him he couldn’t bring himself to stop. ‘Oh, yes, you do. You thrive on it.’
Her lips parted on a scathing put-down, but then her eyes widened as she accepted the unvarnished truth. But a blink later and she was scrambling for composure. ‘Not enough to do...that with you, I assure you. In fact, I would be obliged if you took your hand off me.’
Reluctantly, Seve dropped his hand, and resumed walking down the hallway. From the corner of his eye he saw her flit him a glance and he curbed a smile. As unexpected as it’d been, he’d enjoyed yet another skirmish he hadn’t even consciously instigated.
Their brief history had taught him that Genie drove a hard bargain. Always. And he was beginning to relish every fight with her.
The next months would be nothing if not entertaining.
What on earth was wrong with her?
He’d mentioned sex—the serious risqué kind she imagined only took place in dungeons and racy BDSM clubs—and she’d immediately gone up in flames. Had shockingly imagined it for a nanosecond before fleeing from the thought.
She was pregnant, for heaven’s sake!
Being pregnant doesn’t mean sex—of any kind—is off the table...
She exhaled in exasperation as the housekeeper, who’d patiently waited a discreet distance away while Seve had rumbled on about his insane proclivities, nudged open elegant double doors and stood to one side with a gentle smile.
Genie stepped through the doors and her senses were engulfed by a different kind of overwhelming.
It was starkly different from the room she’d called her bedroom in her building for the better part of a decade. This was...magically beautiful.
Soft dove grey blended with the barest hint of blush accents, right down to the grey and blush carpet, the same colour theme on the art and decor gracing the room. Even the bedding carried on the scheme, although the pillows and covers held more blush pink than grey.
Genie had the most peculiar urge to run her fingers over everything, feel the textures beneath her fingertips. Let some of the calm tranquillity seep into her soul. She gave in, her senses settling a little when the inviting coolness made her sigh.
Of course, all of that calmness evaporated when she looked up to find Seve watching her, his gaze moving from her face to her fingers and back again.
Sofia murmuring that her things had been unpacked and pointing to the adjoining dressing room thankfully disrupted the sure path to further agitation.
