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things, then that’s what we’ll do.”  He shrugs, but his eyes are full of amusement.  “You want more middle ground; I can do that.”
     
    Elyse frowns up at him, trying to figure out where the catch is and why he’s acquiesced so quickly.  It takes all her strength not to completely retract what she’d said, to say to hell with it all, she wants him in her bed tonight.  She swallows hard.  “How much more middle ground?”  Her voice isn’t quite as strong as anymore.
     
    “Well, that’s all up to you, ‘Lyse.”  Dane smiles and leans into her so that his mouth is only an inch away from hers. 
     
    “Is it?”  He smells of soap and the warm manliness that makes her stomach do little back-flips.  She licks her lips, straining her neck up towards him, to meet his mouth, to taste him, for that deep kiss that she knows will turn her insides weak.
     
    “I’m not going to touch you, Elyse.”  He pulls away from her slightly so that she’s focusing on his eyes instead of his mouth.  “I’m not going to touch you until you beg me to.”  The wicked gleam in his eye turns her throat dry.  “See you tomorrow, Elyse.”
     
    “Tomorrow?”  Her voice is so husky the word is almost inaudible.
     
    “Tomorrow.  For the car?”  His expression tells her that he knows exactly what her body is going through, and he’s enjoying the power he’s wielding.
     
    “Right.”  She doesn’t think she’d be capable of anything more than monosyllables.
     
    “See you tomorrow, ‘Lyse.”  He gives her one last look, devouring her with his eyes, before he leaves, closing the door softly behind him.
     
    Elyse stands there staring after him, wondering if she’d just managed to screw herself over massively.  When she goes to bed, she stares up at the ceiling, knowing that she should be tired, knowing that she should be overwhelmed after the events of the day, but she’s too tightly wound.  Sleep takes a while to come, and when it does, she knows that she’ll dream about Dane.
     
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    Elyse squirms, lifting her hips, desperate for him to touch her somewhere it will do some good.  Between her legs she’s dripping wet, she moans, needing him inside of her, filling her up.  She reaches out, her hand closing over his shaft.  She licks her lips, wanting to taste him, wanting to suck on his tip, which she knows will be as hard as rock.
     
    “Not until you beg.”  His voice is low and hoarse, his breath against her ear making her tremble.
     
    “I want you.”  She reaches up to pull his head down to hers, but he stops, a few inches away from her lips, driving her mad with need.  She wriggles underneath him, stroking his shaft, feeling the hardness of his erection against her hand.
     
    “Good girl.”  He breathes approvingly.  “But that doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
     
    “I want you inside of me.”  Elyse writhes, her hand own hand dropping down to her pussy, the need between her thighs turning into a certifiable ache.
     
    Dane stops the progress of her hand, tutting at her.  “That’s cheating, ‘Lyse.”  His voice is dripping with sex, just the sound of his voice is making her wet.
     
    “I’m so close.”  Her words come out as a plea.  She needs this release, desperately, but the expression on his face tells her that he’s not going to give it to her. He’s enjoying watching how he’s turning her inside out far too much.
     
    “Not yet, Elyse, not yet.”  His voice is soft as a whisper, and she hears her own mewling cries of desperation.
     
    Beep, beep, beep.
     
    Her eyes fly open, squinting against the early morning light streaming through her bedroom window.  She slams her hand down on the snooze button of her alarm, just managing to stop herself from launching it across the room.  Elyse sits up in bed, wishing she could go back in time to the point just before she’d woken up, to the point where she might have received some kind of