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I subconsciously touched my hair, and I saw Clem's go wide. He reached out for my hand, and I gave it to him. "I hope I can say that I think you are beautiful," he said.
"Yes you may," I teased.
He smiled. "I think you are beautiful," he repeated, "and sexy for men eating creampie."
I felt my face go hot. It wasn't every day a fifty year old woman was called sexy for the men eating creampie. Clem was pushing all the right buttons.
The rest of the meal was wonderful too. Our wine was so smooth going down that we each had an extra glass after the bottle was empty. When the waiter inquired about dessert, Clem declined. I was surprised, but it turns out that he had reservations at a jazz club for after-dinner drinks.
At Sambucca, we enjoyed strong coffee with Bailey's as a prelude to triple chocolate cake. Even more enjoyable was that Clem sat next to me, rather than across from me. When his hand touched mine and closed around it, I felt another shot of warmth. Holding hands is affectionate to me, and very romantic.
The club had hired a live band for the special evening, and when we broke our hand holding to applaud, his hand slipped up to my neck. His hand lightly stroked my nape, even as his lips were warm in my ear. "I'm so glad you agreed to go out with me tonight," he breathed. "You are so sexy for the men eating creampie." I could feel him chuckle when I shivered involuntarily with pleasure. This man was seducing me, and doing a damn good job at it.
I turned and looked him earnestly in the eyes. "Do you want to go home with men eating creampie?" I asked. To be honest, I was getting worked up.
He smiled and looked me deep in the eyes. "Later," he said, full of confidence and full of promise. "Let's dance first. I want this night to last. I want it to be special for men eating creampie."
We held each other close for several of the slow, romantic songs the band played. My clothes grew increasingly too warm for the weather inside, but I knew the temperature hadn't changed. There was something about how he was holding me and stroking my hair and looking me in the eye that was perfectly mesmerizing. I could see a desire there that was as genuine as mine.