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“This is most inappropriate. Anyone in the canteen could see what you’re doing.”

“Oh, right.” I slid my foot all the way down his leg, but I did it very, very slowly. “Remind me to order tablecloths for all the tables.” I allowed my eyes to pulse silver, once. “Long tablecloths.” I licked my lips slowly, then finally withdrew my leg.

For once, Nero was speechless.

I leaned forward on my elbows. “So what will it be? Pushups?”

“What?” Nero said, as though coming out of a trance.

I smiled. “Was your mind someplace else, General?”

“Yes. Several places.”

His gaze dipped to my chest. My breasts suddenly felt very heavy.

I unzipped my jacket. “It’s gotten hot in here, hasn’t it.”

Nero didn’t blink. “Yes.” He looked like he was going to move forward and touch me, but he sat back in his chair and watched me instead. “You mentioned pushups. No, I don’t believe that would be wise in your condition.”

“Running laps?” I asked, feeling a little breathless.

“No. That is not a good idea either.”

“It would be if you chased me,” I said.

“Chased you?”

I felt the soft caress of his magic slip down my neck.

“You’re not fast enough,” he said. “I’d catch you.”

That soft whisper of barely-there wind magic traced my collarbone.

His brows arched. “And when I did catch you, you’d throw water bottles at me so you could get away.”

I laughed, which sent the stroke of whispered wind plunging between my breasts. My laughter roughened into a choked gasp.

Nero’s finger sprang to my lips, silencing me. He leaned in and whispered, “We have company, Leda.”

“Then you shouldn’t have provoked me, Nero,” I hissed under my breath.

His finger traced my lower lip. “I do believe you started it.”

“Did I? I can’t remember. I don’t know who started it, but we both need to finish this now.” I arched forward.

“What are you doing?”

I glanced at him through thick, lowered lashes. “Taking what’s mine.”

“Leda, we can’t have sex in the middle of the canteen,” he said sensibly.

Gods, he made even sensible seem sexy.

“Why not?” I asked, sliding my finger slowly across my lower lip.

“Because there are people here.”

“Oh, right.” I tried to picture a solution to this problem, but my brain was kind of distracted at the moment. I just kept picturing Nero naked instead. Finally, I said, “There aren’t any people in my office.”