Eliza sucked in a harsh breath when Romano quite deliberately dropped the sponge to replace it with his fingers.

"And...I want a...a..." Eliza said, panting, when Romano’s fingers continued to stroke insistently where he was most sensitive, and one of her hands latched onto Romano’s wrist to curb the movement weakly. 

Romano remained undeterred, staring down into her upturned face raptly.

 "A divorce..."

"You said that already," Romano pointed out, his chest starting to heave as he sought ...