Page 91 of Date with a Devil
He stuck out his hand. “Can I see those PI photos again?”
“Why?”
“I just want to see them. I didn’t get a good look earlier, because I was afraid someone would peek over my shoulder.”
“Okay, fine.” She dug into her purse and handed the photos over. “But you better not try to post them.”
“I’d never do that.” Dane flipped to the rear of the stack, going straight to the x-rated pictures.
She sighed. “How did I know that’s what you wanted to see, perv?”
Dane studied one picture after the next, always with a small groan. His dick began to twitch and stir in his chinos at the memory of Austen’s luscious tongue lashings, the tight ring of her red-hot lips, the sweet suction of her cheeks on his hard length.
“Damn,” Dane grunted. “These pictures are hot.”
Austen couldn’t keep her eyes off the bulge that was expanding down one leg of his pants and growing plumper by the moment.
“You’re so dirty,” she said.
She scooted closer and touched her hand to his package. Gently, she glided her palm up and down his shaft. Dane rocked his hips, rubbing himself against her hand with quiet gasps and moans.
Then—as soon as he started to enjoy it—Austen tore her hand away.
“I just don’t know if you have what it takes to be my boyfriend,” she said with a playful sigh.
“What do you mean?”
“If you really wanna be my boyfriend,” she began, “you have to be loyal, never lie to me, be sensitive, and never raise your voice at me.”
He swallowed. “I’m loyal. Like I said, I’ve never cheated.”
“Jury’s still out on that one on account of your lack of dating history, but I’ll give you partial credit.”
“As for lying,” Dane said, “I usually get in more trouble for being honest and speaking my mind, so that’s not really a concern, either.”
“That’s true. Therewasthe incident with the waitress’s note,” Austen said, “but I’ve already admitted that was more my fault than yours. Hopefully, you won’t keep the truth from me in the future, though.”
“I won’t. Let’s see, what else. Sensitive, right? Uh, I already told you I cry and shit when I watch movies—better add weddings to that list, too.”
“Said withsuchsensitivity,” Austen said.
“And yeah, I promise I won’t raise my voice. Guys that yell at or hit girls are the biggest scumbags on earth.” He paused. “After Thayer, that is.”
“Agreed.”
“Is that it? Got any other requirements?”
“Well … there isonemore thing. It’s something that I expect from the man I call my boyfriend, so if you want to be mine, you’re going to have to learn to do it.”
Dane grumbled. He could tell by the tone of her voice just what that certain something actually was. “And what’s that?” he asked anyway.
“I think you know.”
He winced. “Yeah? Is that a deal breaker?”
“Maybe not a deal breaker right away. But if you aren’t willing to go down on me, I won’t go down on you, either. Andyou already know you won’t get more than that. It’d be hard to see a relationship like that lasting very long.”
“Damn. You’re such a tease.”
