Page 22 of Vicious Games

The black curtain of her eyelashes lifted. Bright sapphire blue eyes greeted me. For just the barest of seconds, they were filled with sweet warmth and affection. It was like the sun’s rays finally touching my face.

Then the curtain would close.

When her eyelids opened again, they’d be filled with wariness and a touch of fear. The moment lost as the reality of our relationship rudely intruded.

Her gaze scanned my suit. She lifted onto her elbows. “How late is it? Did I oversleep?”

I brushed back an errant lock of hair from her cheek. “After last night, I thought you could use your sleep.”

Her cheeks blossomed into a pretty blush.

After our heated exchange in Leicester Square, we were both too worked up to make it home. I had driven to a secluded area just outside of London proper and fucked her bent over the warm hood of my car. I will forever remember the image of her gorgeous legs opened and spread between the bright beams of the car’s headlights as I had shifted that ridiculous dress’s hem even higher than it already was and sunk deep inside her wet and ready pussy.

When we returned home, I stripped her bare in front of the fire and tossed the dress into the flames. She stayed curled on my lap like a contented kitten while we both watched the lace fabric smolder and burn.

Last night she had played a dangerous game and lost.

Hopefully, she had learned her lesson.

It was foolish to test a man who had no limits.

She leaned against the headboard as she pulled the blanket high to cover her naked breasts. “Roman, about last night—”

I rose. “Unless you are about to agree with me that those were the best damn fish and chips you’ve ever eaten, let’s not talk about it.”

She ran a hand through her hair and smiled. “They were very good. Do you really know that man and his food cart?”

“Hamish?”

She nodded.

“Yes. I’ve known him for several years now. Contrary to what you may think, I don’t always relish walking around terrorizing the villagers. Occasionally, it is nice to just be one in a crowd.”

She tilted her head to the side and stared at me. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

I frowned. “Sharing what? My love of fried fish?”

She shook her head. “You know, not everything has to be a standoff, Roman. You don’t always have to be so guarded about every little detail of your life.”

Uncomfortable with the direction of her thoughts, I stepped away from the bed and picked up the breakfast tray. I then settled it over her lap. I lifted the cloche off her dish.

Aurora exclaimed with delight as she picked up the sterling silver fork and knife. “Eggy bread with smoked kippers!”

I rolled my eyes as I set the lid aside. “Give the girl a diamond necklace, and she barely smiles. Give her eggy bread with some smelly fish and she squeals in delight.”

Aurora placed a forkful of kippers in her mouth and moaned. “So good.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. As I crossed our bedroom to the dressing room, I tossed over my shoulder, “I’m going to try to not take offense that you made the same moaning noise last night when I was feasting on that sweet pussy of yours.”

“Roman!”

I chuckled at her mock embarrassment as I selected a tie and returned to the bedroom. As I passed the bureau, I lifted the red-covered dossier I had prepared. I tossed the thick file onto the bed next to her legs and adjusted the two ends of my tie as I prepared to tie a Windsor knot.

Aurora frowned. “What is that?”

“Open it and see.”

She patted the corners of her cute mouth with the cloth napkin and lifted the heavy file. It only took a moment of her flipping through the pages for her to look back up at me. “These are biographies of some of the greatest musicians in the world right now.”

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