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“You don’t have to say it with so much contempt.”
“I’ve never really liked that term,” I admitted. “Alas, is that what you’re saying?”
“You could do nice things for me.” She avoided the question. “Little things that show you might like me, even if you don’t.”
“Idolike you, Elizabeth.”
She blushed and picked up her water, taking slow sips.
“My ex, Frank, used to take me out on dates.”
“I don’t want to learn anything from him.” I leaned forward. “What else do you want?”
She swallowed, looking as if she had no idea.
“Want me to go grocery shopping for you?” I asked. “Well, not me personally, but I can see that it gets done.”
“I was thinking of something a bit more romantic.”
“Okay,” I stood up and walked over to my liquor cabinet. I carried two shots of bourbon to her and motioned for her to toss one back before sitting down.
“You don’t have to write me a letter to tell me what you want, Elizabeth,” I said. “Just say it.”
“I’d like to talk about something other than the law.”
“My favorite color is orange.”
“Mine is purple.”
“What else?”
“Going out would be nice. We don’t have to call them ‘dates’ if you don’t want to.”
“That’s it?”
She nodded, but her eyes revealed the truth.
“I want more, but I’ll settle.”
Easily sensing that, I knocked back my drink and pulled her into my lap. Then I flipped her over.
“Let’s make sure we’re on the same page,” I said, pushing up her skirt, “you don’t want to have sex with me again until I do something romantic andcommitto you?”
“That’s not exactly what I meant.” Her breathing slowed as I rubbed my palm against the back of her thighs.
“I have no problem staying true to that,” I said. “I’ll date you and only you. Is that what you need to hear?”
“Yes.”
“Good, but as far as the sex—” I slid my thumb under her lace panties and ripped them off, tossing them across the room. I pressed my palms against her ass, gently caressing it until she moaned.
“Even if you beg me,” I said, sliding two fingers inside her pussy, slowly thrusting them in and out, “I won’t do anything more than this, and I won’t go down on you again until you tell me I’ve passed this apparent romance test.”
“It’s not a test.” She tried to sit up, but I pinned her down with my elbows.
When she finally stopped fighting, I slid my fingers even deeper, pushing her close to the edge, but never allowing her to fall over into full bliss, letting her feel exactly how this ‘test’ made me feel.
“Damien, I take it back,” she said, softly whining. “We can still have sex.”
