"Oh, did I?" says Adaline, affecting a dreamy, confused tone. "You might have to remind me." He shifts her so easily on the couch, slides between her thighs so neatly and Adaline smiles up at him, lifting her hips to the brush of his fingertips against her through silk. One hand stays in his hair, the other sliding down his side to his ass, squeezing just a little, pulling him in just a little tighter against her.

She'd be lying if she'd said this wasn't what she hoped for when she accepted the invitation to dinner.