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“You mentioned it,” Nero says with a grin.
“ Raphael, Michelangelo, and da Vinci… Just seeing all those famous paintings in person is the experience of a lifetime.”
“And there I was, thinking I gave you that this morning,” he smirks, pulling me in and nipping at my neck.
I laugh. “You did. But look, it’s amazing.”
“You’re amazing.”
I blush, holding his hand as we walk through, looking at them all. Nero doesn’t rush me, he’s happy to listen to me talk a mile a minute about all my favorite artists, and even pulls the official docent over to talk when I can’t find the answers in my guide.
We spend hours there, and I know I could stay even longer, but my stomach starts to rumble, and Nero reminds me that we have dinner reservations. So, I let him drag me out of the place, with promises from him that we’ll return at least once more during our two-week stay in Paris.
We rented a car, and Nero drives us to dinner. I’m looking out the window, checking out the architecture of the buildings we pass and the people walking around on the streets.
I’m not paying much attention to where we’re going, but when Nero pulls over in front of a designer boutique, I’m surprised. “What are we doing?”
He grins, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Well, if we’re going to dinner, you’ll need a new outfit.”
“You brought me shopping?” my eyebrows shoot up. “You really are competing for ‘best husband’.”
“Come on.” He shows me into the lavish store, where an attendant immediately helps pull gorgeous dresses from the displays, ushering me to the fitting room.
I step behind the curtain, and strip off to try the first one when the curtain draws back, and Nero quickly slips in with me.
“What are you doing?” I giggle, keeping my voice down.
He smirks. “I thought I’d lend a hand,” he says. “Just in case you need help with a zipper or something.”
“How thoughtful.”
“You know me…” Nero backs me up against the wall. “I like this outfit,” he says, trailing his hand along the curve of my breast.
“I’m in my underwear.”
“Exactly.”
I laugh and reach for the first dress. It’s a silky slip with a plunging neckline and a pretty blue color, and I love it so much, the moment it settles over my body, I know I don’t need to try anything else.
And from the heat in Nero’s eyes, I can tell he agrees.
“This one,” he says, breath turning ragged as he slides his hands over the silky fabric covering my ass.
“You think?” I pretend to ponder it, turning in a slow circle. “It’s very sexy…”
“Like I said, this one.” Nero moves to stand behind me, in front of the mirror. I sink back against him, watching his hands move over me in the reflective glass.
“See how it shows off every one of your delicious curves?” His breath is hot in my ear as
his hands curve over my breasts, teasing and slowly tugging at my nipples through the silk.
I stifle a gasp.
“Nero…” I whisper, as he keeps stroking.
“Look at you, baby. Look at the way you get all flushed when you’re turned on.”
His hands slide lower, massaging me through the dress. The feel is incredible, cool silk on my skin. Then he hitches up the fabric and slips his hand in my panties. I widen my stance, watching as his fingers delve, finding my clit and rubbing me in maddening strokes.
