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‘The one who laughs when he finds you in bed?’
‘Not at first,’ she said. ‘I think he pretends to be cross.’
He stood so still, fighting not to be provoked.
Except a vital part of him was extremely provoked, and he felt her eyes drift there.
‘He spanks me,’ Aurora said, and with a smirk moved her eyes back up to his.
‘That’s your fantasy, is it, Aurora?’ Nico drawled, trying to sound bored. ‘Some bearded man lumbers home and gives you a spanking?’
‘Perhaps…’ She shrugged. ‘What isyourfuture wife like?’
‘I told you once, but I will tell you again—I will never marry.’
‘But if you did, what would she be like?’ Aurora persisted. ‘Come on, Nico, it’s just a game.’
Nico did not and would not play games—not that it perturbed Aurora, for with only her eyes she dragged in the most unwilling participant.
‘Tell me about your future wife.’
‘She’s quiet,’ Nico said. ‘Undemanding.’
‘How nice.’
‘I never come home in the middle of the day to find her asleep.’
‘She sounds rather boring.’
‘I thinkdemurewould be a better word.’
‘No,’ Aurora said, and shook her head. ‘She bores you so much that I bet you don’t even bother coming home in the middle of the day just for sex.’
‘Exactly!’ Nico said. And it was a most dangerous admission, because it exposed him. With one word he had revealed to Aurora his craving for her. ‘I don’t come off the phone hard after speaking to her. She gives me no drama, leaves no chaos in my brain. And when I’m working she respects that fact and leaves me alone.’
‘Good for her,’ Aurora sneered.
She pulled her knees up—not in a deliberately provocative move, more to relieve the ache low in her belly and thighs.
His quick gaze caught a damp patch on her coral silk panties. He didn’t know if he had imagined it, but once the idea was in his head he could not rid himself of it.
He should not be playing this game—glimpsing how they might have been. Or rather, he had already played it out in his mind. He should certainly not be sharing that vision with Aurora.
Yet Nico did.
He dragged his eyes from her silk-lined sex and back to her face as he told her some more about his perfect wife.
‘There aren’t fifty missed calls, demanding to know where I am; there’s no,“Nico, we didn’t make love this morning…”’
He did a lower version of her raspy voice, but it was certainly Aurora that he impersonated, and now they were heading into dangerous territory indeed.
‘In fact, when I come home late she doesn’t even ask where I’ve been. Sheacceptsthat I’ve been working.’
‘She’ssounderstanding!’ Aurora cooed.
‘Yes,’ Nico said. ‘She is.’
‘And do you make slow, boring love to her?’
