Page 5 of Sexpresso Night

“Do you still want to go out for dinner?”

“Sure. If you do.”

She paused. They could stay in…”What do you want to do?”

He glanced behind him. “Whatever you want.”

Her body slumped a little. Whatever you want. The words that should make her happy only sent her mood plunging to her toes. “Actually, I was thinking we should stay in tonight. I think we need to talk.”

“Oh, Jesus.”

She frowned. “What?”

“That’s never a good thing to hear.” He forced a smile. “Come in. Here, let me move some things.” He gathered up a stack of papers from the couch and moved his laptop to the coffee table.

“What are you doing?”

“Working,” he said with a what-else-would-I-be-doing frown.

“Chris, all you do is work.”

He still looked distracted. “I know, but I’m trying to get this business going…it takes a lot of work. It’s important to me.”

“Yes,” she said quietly. “I know.” She sucked in a long slow breath. She closed the distance between them again and pressed herself to his body. He had a great body, for a techy computer nerd. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. He kissed her back, but then moved way.

“Uh…what did you want to talk about?”

She drew back. Maybe instead of talking she could show him. She kissed him again and this time felt more response from him, his mouth moving against hers, his body hardening. This was good…

Inspired, she sank to her knees in front of him and began to undo his jeans.

“What the…”

“Sssh. Let me do this. I want to.”

His erection surged beneath the denim and she drew down the zipper.

“Not here. Not like this.” He dropped his hands to her shoulders. “Christ, Danya.”

She sat back on her heels and looked up at him, the sting of rejection not as sharp as she would have thought. She blew out a breath. Bah. Who was she kidding? She didn’t really want to do that, anyway. Not for him.

She sucked on her bottom lip for a moment then climbed to her feet.

“This isn’t working. You and me.”

His eyebrows pinched together and he stared at her. “You want to give me a blow job? Fine. Let’s just go into the bedroom.”

“No.” She swallowed painfully. “I want you to want it. I want you to…” She hesitated, unsure of how to even put it into words. Dark images swirled in her head—hands in her hair, being shoved up against a wall, pushed to her knees. She closed her eyes briefly.

“What is it then? Jesus, Danya, I don’t get you.”

“I know.” She touched her fingertips to his mouth. “I don’t think I’m the right girl for you.”

“Yes, you are! You’re beautiful and smart and fun…”

He thought she was fun? “I think your idea of fun and my idea of fun are a little different,” she said carefully. “We’re just different, that’s all. I need….something more.”

“More? What do you mean more? Just tell me what you want me to do.”

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