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He pulls two glasses from the top shelf and fills both from the tap. "Unless you prefer bottled?"

"This is perfect."

His fingers brush mine as he hands me the glass. "I'm not a gentleman."

"But you make sure a lady comes first?"

"You've heard that one?"

"Hasn't everyone?" I ask.

"Probably." He takes a long sip. "What do you like?"

What do I like? I don't even know. Not anymore. "Not talking."

"No? No dirty talk?"

My cheeks flush. "I haven't tried it."

He smiles. "This should be fun then."

"Do you have condoms or should I grab mine?"

"Latex. Do you have an allergy?"

"No. Latex is good. Thanks."

Again, he smiles.

"What?"

"This isn't usually how this goes."

"How does it go?" I ask.

"A lot more pretense."

"I'm not big on pretense," I say. "Besides. You've already seen me topless."

"I barely saw anything."

"You did too."

"I did too." He takes another sip and sets the glass down. "But Iama gentleman at work."

"You don't stare at client's breasts?"

"Unless the piece requires it." He crosses the space to me. "How does it feel?"

"Huh?"

"You need help with after-care?"

"Right."

"Did you wash with soap?"

I nod.


Tags: Crystal Kaswell Romance