I manage to slowly work my way across the space between us, just as though I were a cowboy working with a skittish colt. When I’m close enough, and she hasn’t bolted, I hand Aura the scotch. At my announcement she grabs the glass and shoots it in one, then coughs.

“Easy tiger, that’s a 30 years aged single malt, not tequila.”

She clutches at her chest and splutters harder, so I step in and pat her firmly on the back. The sensation of her smooth bare skin on my fingers, so soft it’s like bridal satin, sets off a spiral of lightning going through my core straight to my cock. My hunger to claim her is so intense I could melt an entire frozen meat cooler, but possibly not her. Not yet. Because Aura is looking at me like I’m the biggest lying asshat she’s ever set eyes on.

I slide my hand lower down her back, unwilling to release the silky feel of her, then lead her to an armchair. She hesitates for a second like she’s not planning on staying. But then I press her gently down and can’t fail to take note of her legs wobbling. I go to the bar again. Another scotch for me and I open a mini Moet for her then push the savvy sipper into the bottle neck.

“Hardly the moment for celebration,” she says, but takes the bottle from me anyway and wraps her lips around the special spout.

“You can never be sure of that,” I say as I remove my jacket and toss it over the sofa.

I roll up my sleeves and then lower myself into the armchair across from her. I meet her gaze until I have her complete attention for what I’m about to do.

“You aren’t going to tell me how you can be so sure about Tania are you?” she snips.

Obviously she thinks the seating, the champagne, is a distraction, when in truth I’m gearing up for a tough revelation.

“Actually I am but it isn’t that easy,” I admit, taking another sip of the scotch to warm my heart. “The reason I’m certain Tania isn’t pregnant, at least not with a baby of mine, is because after the last time something like this happened I had my tubes tied.”

“Oh,” she whispers and her face softens as she takes that information in. “So you can’t-“

“Back then I didn’t want children. I was so enveloped in my business, that was the only progeny I thought I’d ever need. And I was more concerned about the number of women that used me romantically - yeah, women have their mean sides too.”

“I know,” Aura agrees. That seems like progress.

“When I became successful the first woman came to me with a fake pregnancy and I stood by her, even bought the ring. I was pretty green. Then I discovered by chance, because a nurse I, er, knew, happened to see her file, that she was never pregnant.”

“That’s horrible,” Aura says softly.

Fuck she’s so beautiful when she’s soft like that. I adore her feisty independence but when she’s kittenish she makes me melt from the heat she inspires.

“And now?” She adds, then falters and her cheeks pinken a little.

Just enough to remind me of the gorgeous redness on her other beautiful cheeks and that recall stimulates a memory of her wet pussy. Moments later my dick is uncomfortably hard in my pants. My silence as I try to get my hunger for her under control, or at least keep it under wraps, makes her nervous.

“I mean it isn’t my business but -“ she starts.

“Now I’d love to have children,” I interrupt her and watch her hitch at her breath.

Is she feeling the same thing as I am? Could she possibly have hopes for me? I’ve always heard a woman takes a long time to choose ‘the one’ whereas men decide in an instant if she’s a keeper or a loaner. In my case I never felt that instant knowledge so I assumed it’s just bullshit, men talking out their ass like they had some prescient awareness that they knew the moment they met her.

Now I know it’s no bull.

But I can hardly keep going with Aura unless she knows the truth about me. It wouldn’t be fair to dump that on her once I’ve got her on the hook.

“Isn’t it very expensive to reverse that procedure,” she murmurs.

I shrug with a grin.

Yeah she has a few hopes.

“Terribly painful I hear,” I moan. “But I’d definitely step up, for the right girl.”

She looks at me and I see the desire build in her face as that pale pink sheen comes into her face. She sips her champagne and her eyelashes flutter which is something I never thought I’d see from feisty Aura Johanssen.

“Come here,” I order her.

A tremble runs through her body and she wobbles as she puts the bottle down and stands up. She walks across to me and when she’s right at my knees I order her to stop.

“That dress has no fastenings,” I tell her, a question in my voice.

“No,” she mewls. “It, it comes off by stretching.”

“Show me,” I husk.

Her eyes flick to the door, no doubt worried about a repeat of the previous performance with someone else walking in on us. The staff are in no way interested in my whereabouts, all drunk by now and somehow I know that Tai is taking good care of Tania.

“I told you to show me,” I repeat, my voice croaking with ravenous need.

She swallows, then pulls the dress off her shoulder and extracts her arm without exposing her front. Her coy performance is a million times hotter than Tania’s overt one. Not that there’s any comparison between them because Aura is an angel, a dirty little angel. I raise my eyebrows, letting her know I’ve got all night. Her lips part and her breath picks up faster as she slides her other arm out of the gown and then locks onto my gaze for an eternity.

If she needs to decide whether she wants to be a good girl or a bad one, again, I’ve got all the time in the world. I’m not going to push her. She knows what I want.

She takes another gulp then looks down to toe out of her shoe.

“Shoes stay on,” I command.

Her eyes fly back up to mine and she inhales a hard breath but she does as I tell her. Her cheeks pinken a little more and she stretches her spine. Like the pressure building in her is too much. I know that feeling too well. I need to fuck her more than I need to inhale. I need to feel her tightness envelop my shaft which is beating at my zipper like a commando squad.

The ice cap has melted another foot by the time she finally plucks up the courage to do what I told her. Her hands are trembling as she pushes the velvety dress down her torso. The fabric clears her tits and they bob free, bare naked and so fucking delicious I groan out loud. Her pink nipples are protruding rigid from her uplifted mounds and I grip the glass to stop myself from reaching out to pull her down on my lap.

I need to pinch each of those delectable little peaks between my lips and lave my tongue over the point until I feel that trembling pick up in her.

But I wait.

She pushes the dress down her smooth waist and then it stretches across the curve of her hips. Her tits sway temptingly as she works the material slowly down her body and I can see how excited she is, how much she’s loving this.

I want to tell her she’s perfect and gorgeous and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. But I don’t want to break the spell between us. I want it to remain intact like this constantly. She halts and her eyes fly up to mine when she reaches the mound of her pubis. My eyes are half hooded with lust and the desire to see her gradually reveal her wet slit. I’m swallowing hard every few seconds. We both are.

Then she does something unexpected. She reaches up to her breast and rolls her own nipple around in a tight little pinch. She throws back her head and moans as she tugs it out hard and I almost lose my load just watching her.

“Jesus, Aura,” I moan. She’s killing me here. But I can’t lose it. I have to remain in control.

My words bring her back and now she’s released a little of the hunger consuming her, she pushes the dress down over her clit, making sure not to drag her panties along with it. New panties I notice, not the same soaked pair from when I spanked her earlier.

Once over her hips, the dress drops to the ground and she steps carefully out so as not to lose her balance on the high heels.

“You look fucking incredible,” I husk after I’ve taken in every pore of her gorgeous body from top to toe.