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”We can talk more about my parents’ marriage.” He looks at me. "But I imagine that’s not what you’re here to do…"

No. It's not. And it's not even lunch time and it's already been a long day. I might as well enjoy a little something. "We, uh… we actually have very compatible fantasies."

"Oh?" He raises a brow go on and shifts into that other mode. The flirty one.

It feels different this time.

More honest.

I can't say why. Maybe it's the curiosity in his eyes. Maybe he really does want to know what I want.

"That's one of mine… being watched," I say.

"Then please." He motions to the mirror in front of the bed. "Take the floor. I bet you put on a hell of a show."

Chapter Twenty

Romeo

The way Ivy bites her lip is sexy as sin. There is something about her mix of shyness and confidence that drives me out of my fucking mind.

She knows so much, yet she's experienced so little in reality.

Maybe that is what makes me a cliche. I want a woman who is somehow a virgin and a whore. But fuck if I'm going to analyze it at the moment.

"That's not quite how it goes…" She plays with the robe. "The way I imagine it. It's not an active show, exactly."

"Oh." My brows rise. My voice lifts. My entire body perks. I want the details. All of them. Right away. "How does it go?"

"I'm alone. Or at least, I think I am. And I'm touching myself, thinking of someone I want. They notice and they keep watching. Start to touch themselves because it turns them on so much."

That sounds hot as fuck. "Where do you want me to start?"

"Logic ruins everything, doesn't it?" A laugh spills from her lips. It breaks the sexual tension in the air, but it sets the mood too. Because we can laugh at each other. Because I know she's not expecting perfection. "Maybe… you could be in the corner…" She motions to the desk. "Like you're working. Like you're in another room, and you only have a view from the corner."

"What if the closet was another room?"

"You want me to literally put you in the closet?" she asks.

"It's a walk-in."

"In that case…" She laughs again.

"How does it work, in your fantasy?" I ask.

"It depends," she says. "Sometimes, it's a sex club. Sometimes, the office. A shared hotel room. Or the guy is in the bedroom and I'm in the tub, in the ensuite. Or vice versa."

If only we had the master bedroom. But I'm not about to cross that line. "We can pretend the closet is the bathroom."

"Does that mean you'll put on a towel?"

"Sure."

She laughs, again, but this time there's a charge to it. The joy in her eyes shifts to desire. She nods yes, let's go.

I motion one minute, find a towel in the linen closet, turn to do away with my robe.

I can't see her, but I can feel her eyes on me. Feel her chest rising and her fingers curling into the sheets as she checks me out.