Why couldn't he just stop f*cking talking? She needed to feel, not think, and he seemed intent on making this as hard as possible on her. Well, no more. If he wanted to play...
"You just love to hear your own voice, don't you?" She pushed him back slightly, letting her fingers curl into his chest. "You seem so focused on whose name drops from my lips. Has that happened?" She smiled. "On those nights with Lana, did she slip? I mean, exactly how many times did that C sound come out, only to be stopped, changed to something else?"
His eyes widened for a moment, before returning to that laziness that was more familiar. "This isn't about..."
"Come on, Lex, you want to talk, we'll talk." She pushed him further and he moved this time. "But why don't we talk about you. I mean, you think you've figured out why I might do this, but what about you? Is it just the challenge of getting someone who hates you into bed? Or is it getting something Clark didn't?"
"Don't you mean wouldn't?" he cut in.
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