Clare: Accurate on all counts.
Clare: Fuck. This chicken parm is making me moan more than my Ravishing Rose Clit Pleaser.
Elliott sprayed the tiny office table with a thin film of beer, inhaled bubbly liquid particles, and coughed until his eyes watered.
Clare: So fucking good. How’s your Alfredo?
Elliott: Two secs. Still recovering from the casual vibrator drop.
Elliott: Ravishing rose clit pleaser? Do share with the rest of the class.
Clare: Oh please. Like you didn’t know I had a collection.
A collection?
Elliott: I’m an old man, Ceecee. My heart can’t take this excitement. Are you trying to kill me?
He cleared his throat with a few gulps of beer.
Clare: I’ve been single for a long time. You didn’t think I had bedroom assistance?
Clare: My arm would have fallen off long ago, for Christ’s sake!!!!
Clare: Okay. That makes it sound like I’m some kind of sex fiend.
Clare: I don’t have a problem. I’m just exhausted by the end of the day and can’t be bothered with the DIY, y’know?
Clare: I’m efficient. Yup. That’s what I am.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
Clare: You’re laughing at me right now, aren’t you?
His dick certainly wasn’t laughing. His quickly cooling down food wasn’t even keeping his attention as all he could think about was Clare lying spread out in her bed pleasuring herself. It was enough to make his mouth dry up.
Elliott: I can’t say I’m laughing, no.
Elliott: And to circle back a little, the Alfredo was delicious, but I lost interest as soon as you started talking about your pussy. I’m sure it’s much more delicious. I’d much rather feast on that.
Clare: Do you kiss your momma with that mouth, Mr. Swift?
Clare: Okay, I take that back. I made it weird by bringing up your mom during a sexy time text, didn’t I? Sorry.
Elliott laughed again.
Elliott: Little bit, yeah.
Clare: Can you tell it’s been a while since I’ve flirted with anyone?
Elliott: It has? But you’re so skilled at it.
Clare: I hate you.
Elliott: Liar.
Clare: This is why I have toys, my clit pleaser doesn’t get sassy with me.
Elliott: Because it’sravishing?
