Daphne chuckled. "I suppose I can forgive you," she said. "Pansy is my friend after all. She just loves her gossip as much as any of my old classmates."
Spinning with grace, Daphne shivered at his voice against her ear. She leaned into chest when he pulled her back close, her breath hot against his neck. "If it's dark enough, your wife might just oblige." Although, surely he wasn't serious. Regardless, she wasn't sure if it was still remnants of the bonding spell, or her own lust, but she was going to need him before the night was up.