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amazing.”
    “I’m
hungry.”
    “Then
we shall eat.”
    The
service at Junction Twenty was
exceptional and it did not take long before the waiter brought their starters.
Andros barely noticed what he was eating. He couldn’t take his eyes off Lyra.
She ate with gusto, using her fingers often, something that many of the other
diners would frown upon, he suspected, and yet Andros did not. Her actions
reminded him—oddly—of family dinners from when he was very little.
    He
watched her lips working, her fingers tracing over those lips, into her mouth,
and worried that his erection was going to become a permanent painful state.
    When
they paused between their starters and main, she looked over at one of the
other tables, and nodded. “I was reading about his exploits last week.”
    Andros
followed her gaze to a well-known Member of Parliament. “You and the rest of
the world.”
    “His
poor wife,” Lyra said, but she was grinning.
    “Her
situation amuses you?”
    Her
grin widened. “I don’t know what she’d expect being married to him. Just take a
close look and it would have been so obvious exactly what sort of things he
likes to get up to.”
    Despite
himself, Andros was intrigued. “You can tell just by looking at a man that he
likes to be spanked by a woman dressed as his mother?”
    She
laughed. It was a delightful sound. Andros found himself smiling right along
with her. “I can tell that he likes it kinky. He’s too uptight, and he’s blue
blood, right?”
    “And?”
    “They’re
all weird. I mean they can’t help it. I think it might be due to the boarding
schools. Just weird situations all round.”
    “Indeed.”
    A
few moments later and Andros was not surprised when Lyra dug into the course
placed in front of her. He watched her some more, intrigued and aroused, and
just all round perplexed by the situation. Every so often, she paused and
looked up at him, her very long lashes fanning her face, her eyes twinkling. He
itched to run his fingers along her skin, to watch those eyes flutter closed as
she sighed her pleasure…
    Dinner
was followed quickly by dessert. Lyra pointed out a few other patrons, giving
him the rundown on exactly what she suspected they did in their private lives.
He had to agree with more than a few of her assessments.
    It
was, Andros thought as he poured them another glass of wine, one of the
strangest seductions he’d ever undertaken, and yet already it felt like it had
to be, that nothing else but this would work between them.
    “Would
you like coffee?” he asked as the last of their meal was taken away.
    Lyra
took a sip of her wine, then shook her head. “I think I’ve had enough.”
    “You’re
done?”
    She
nodded. “That was lovely but coffee would tip me over the edge and…” She paused
and shot him a look over the top of her glass, “…we don’t want that, do we?”
    The
atmosphere between them shifted in an instant. From strained and perplexing to
thick and pulsing. It was like being back at the bar, the moment he’d grabbed
her wrists and felt the heat shoot between them. It had simmered whilst they
ate, whilst she talked and laughed, but now it was back, and Andros almost
groaned.
    “Then
let’s get down to the reason we’re here,” he said, unable to wait any longer.
    “Okay.”
    “We’ve
eaten, we’ve drunk and we’ve talked. We’ve…how shall we say? We’ve danced
around all the little rituals.”
    “Rituals?”
    He
nodded. “Yes, the things women and men do before they do what they want to do.”
    “And
what is it you want to do, Andros?”
    Bend you over and fuck you senseless, he
thought, but didn’t say. It would be far more satisfying to just do it. “You
know the answer to that. You knew it in Club Belmont.”
    “Perhaps
I would like to hear you say it?”
    “I
want you.”
    She
dipped her finger in her glass and placed it in her mouth. His cock thickened
to the point where he worried it might