Leaning back in my chair, I look over all the information we have spread out on the desk in front of me. I hate not knowing where he is yet just as much as knowing he is still breathing. He should be dead, burned to ashes along with his house.
“Widen your search to nearby cities where his known allies have property,” I order.
“On it,” Selina agrees with a nod.
“We could use Aurora to draw him out,” Ethan suggests. “Set a trap and have her as bait.”
“No,” I shut his idea down right away. I’m not putting her at risk again. That’s my main reason, but I don’t want to share that fact with my team. “He doesn’t care about her. It won’t work.” It’s not a lie, but it’s also not the complete truth.
“She can’t be trusted anyway,” Selina points out. “Do I have to remind you of the attack?”
“We’re not talking about that anymore,” I snap, my voice rougher than I intended. I just don’t want to think about that anymore. One of them is lying, and I desperately want to believe both. If Selina went behind my back to set up Aurora, that would destroy years of trust between us. I just can’t accept it. I don’t want to believe I’ve been so wrong about a person.
I ignore the flash of hurt in Selina’s features, along with the concerned look in Nick’s eyes, and get up from my chair. “Keep looking, use all the resources we have, and report back to me tomorrow.”
Everyone nods before gathering their things. I don’t wait for my team to leave. They can see themselves out. I have somewhere I would rather be right now, forgetting about Donovan running around, probably planning my downfall. Ironically, his daughter is the person who is going to help me keep my mind off this situation. At least that’s what I’ve been hoping for all day.
I know spending time with Aurora shouldn’t be on my want to do list, which is why I try to convince myself I don’t actually want to. I simply have to. How else will I figure out if she was telling the truth or what she is planning now?
Leaving my office, I head straight to the bedroom, thinking about the brief moments I’ve seen her today. With Maggie being sick, I prepared and took meals to Aurora myself, but I had too much shit to do today to sit down and eat with her.
When I finally enter my room, Aurora isn’t on the bed or anywhere else where I can see her. For a split second, I worry about her being gone. Before that fear can settle in, I hear her moving around in the walk-in. I quickly lock the door, hide the key, and walk into the closet.
Pausing in the doorway, I take in Aurora as she digs through one of her underwear drawers. Her back is turned toward me, and I’m certain she hasn’t noticed me by her relaxed stance. She isn’t wearing any clothes; the only thing covering her is a white towel wrapped around her torso.
She seems to find what she was looking for a moment later. Dropping the towel to the ground, she closes the drawer and steps into the panties she is holding.
“I prefer them off,” I say, making Aurora yelp in surprise.
She spins around to face me, pulling her panties up the rest of the way at the same time. Her tits are still out, falling and rising rapidly.
“Can you please make more noise when you move? Wear a bell around your neck or something?” Now that she knows I’m here, her posture changes. She stands up straighter, her shoulders tense, and her eyes become watchful.
“I don’t know if a bell would go well with my suit,” I joke, stepping closer to my half-naked wife.
“I’m sure I could help you color match it,” Aurora offers sarcastically, reaching for a nightgown from the shelf. She pulls it over her body, covering her luscious curves to my disappointment.
She scurries past me, the vanilla scent of her shampoo tickling my nose as I get undressed myself. I strip down to my boxers, my cock already half-hard before I head to the bed. Aurora is already under the blanket, her eyes following me like she is worried I’m about to jump her bones.
“How was your day?” I ask, thinking about doing exactly that.
“Great,” she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m bored out of my mind. What’s the point of having a TV if I’m not allowed to watch?”
“I guess I could be persuaded to offer you some entertainment tomorrow if you… provide the entertainment tonight?” I suggest, while climbing onto the mattress to lie down on my back.
She scoffs at my offer. “Of course you would.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she forces a frown onto her lips.
“You act like you wouldn’t enjoy entertaining me,” I tease. “Matter of fact, I remember you enjoying yourself very much, coming on my cock?—”
“That was before you locked me into a cell,” she spits, her tone filled with resentment.
Guilt gnaws on my conscience, but just like earlier with Selena, I refuse to think about that incident. I’m not ready to find out the truth. This was supposed to be about taking my mind off everything, but maybe I should start with distracting her first.
Rolling over onto my side, I prop myself up on my elbow and lift my free hand to hold my middle and index finger to her lips. “Open your mouth,” I demand.
“Why?” Even in that short word, I notice the tremor in her voice.
“I want you to get my fingers wet before I rub your clit with them until you come all over my hand.” I tell her exactly what I’m thinking… exactly what’s going to happen.
