‘So, this party that Tiberius wishes to throw,’ she murmured, her fingers toying with his own across her belly. ‘Exactly what should I expect?’
He nuzzled a kiss to her neck and crafted his words carefully, hoping she’d already had her eyes opened enough by the man that day.
‘I think he’s given you a good idea of how lascivious he can be.’
She hummed under her breath. ‘And just how much a role is one expected to play?’
‘As little or as much as you would want.’
She froze and turned to eye him. ‘And how much would you want?’
He started to circle his fingers around her navel, ‘I only have need of you, although…’ Her eyes narrowed, their depths wary but he pressed on. She needed to acclimatise to this way of life if they were to be ingratiated into society. ‘…watching can be quite enjoyable.’
‘Watching?’ She nibbled over her lower lip, her eyes flitting to his mouth and back again. ‘Do you mean watching others or watching me with…?’
‘I have no desire to see you with another man.’ He flattened his hand against her belly, pressing her against him possessively to drive his point home.
‘And a woman?’ She frowned. ‘What then?’
He gave a nonchalant shrug, making it seem far more casual than his searing brain thought it. His head having been filled with the idea of her and Lucia together ever since Tiberius had burst in that morning. ‘I would feel differently.’
She bit into her lip, her lashes lowering, her tummy tensing beneath his touch. ‘I see.’
‘But I would never want you to do anything you didn’t want to.’
She looked back to him, her cheeks colouring. ‘I know.’ And then she gave a shaky breath and turned away, her eyes on the wall thoughtful as she tucked down against him.
‘I mean it.’ He bowed his head to whisper against her ear, his mouth dropping to nibble at her lobe.
‘I believe you,’ she said softly, and he dropped to her neck, his hand trailing up her front to ease the fabric from one shoulder. She gave a small whimper and wriggled into him, her derriere rubbing rhythmically into his groin as the blood rushed to feed it.
‘And how do you feel about it?’ He stroked at the exposed skin, both tongue and fingers caressing as he posed the question.
‘In truth, I do not know.’
She sighed as he nipped the peak of her shoulder, his fingers easing the fabric to her waist, exposing her breasts to his exploratory palm. He cupped her gently, his thumb and forefinger rolling at her nipple, making it harden within his grasp and her body flush with heat.
‘You understand the reason Legatus chose Lucia and Lucius to serve us?’ he probed, his fingers getting more demanding, his cock nestled between her cheeks swelling blissfully. ‘To serve you?’
‘He didn’t leave much doubt,’ she said breathlessly, her arousal ringing through and feeding his own.
‘If anyone knows of the parties he throws, it is them.’
He dropped his hands to her waist, untying the hook in her robe and parting it entirely, his eyes lowering to take in her exposed beauty. ‘You are beautiful.’
‘You change the subject, my lord.’
‘No, you distract me.’
She laughed, the sound husky and low in her throat and she wriggled further into him, his cock sent into spasm with the thrill.
‘So, what say you of Lucia?’ he pressed, his hand curving around her thigh to lift it back and over him, parting her. She was wet, her hairs glistened in the candle light––Is that what their conversation had done to her?
‘She is very beautiful.’
‘She is from the same region as you.’ He stroked down her belly, down into the dampened curls, down into the slickness within.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, riding his caress, her head pressing back into his shoulder. ‘I guessed as much.’