He definitely is going to try

"Roll over please." Rick kept his voice calm but not dispassionate. He wanted Tiffany O'Sullivan to trust him but not to think of him as some sexless clinical machine.

"What? Do you think I'm going to let you paw at my tits?"

When he got to her tits, Rick definitely would not be pawing. He would be bringing her to peaks of sensation she'd never experienced before, that she'd pray she could someday experience again. But that certainly wouldn't happen while she was so uptight and anxious.

"Tanya," he called out. "Could you come in here please."

"Giving up on me, are you?"

"Damn, Tiffany. You must have been treated pretty badly when you were a child. I just want to show you something."

Tanya arrived wearing a towel. Apparently he'd summoned her out of her shower. Just as well.

"Tanya, Tiffany here is worried I want to paw her tits. Would you mind dropping the towel and letting her have a look at yours."

Tanya shrugged, simultaneously conveying the impression showing her tits was no big deal and loosening the towel which fell to the ground.

"If all I wanted to do was paw tits, I think Tanya's would do nicely, don't you, O'Sullivan? Tanya, you wouldn't mind if I caressed your breasts, would you?"

"Not if you make them feel as good as you did last night." Tanya grabbed her huge tits, one in each hand, and held them out for Rick's approval or touch.

"We'll get to that," Rick promised. "Right now I just wanted to show Detective O'Sullivan that I don't need to go copping feels from women who aren't interested."

Tanya laughed. "Considering you've got a whole houseful of interested women just waiting for you to finish in here, I'd guess that's an understatement."

"Thanks, Tanya."

"What is the deal with you?" O'Sullivan demanded.

"Meaning what?"

"Are you sleeping with every woman in the metroplex? I saw the way your lawyer looked at you so I know you're doing her. And I'm pretty sure you were doing Olivia. And now there are the four women out there. What is your story?"

"Marketing and bio-DNA," Rick replied.

"What the hell does that mean? I've met some of your bio-DNA execs and they may be getting all the sex they can stand but only because they're pressuring the women, telling them to put out or lose their jobs or, if you're right about Nicki, grooming them from when they are young children. As far as I can tell, you're not doing either of those things. These women want you because they want you, not because you're going to pay them or blackmail them or whatever."

The detective had sat up on her bed so Rick put his hands on her shoulder and gently lay her down, front-side up, and stroked her forehead. "That's where the marketing comes in."

"You mean you've sold them some line of bullshit?"

"Your mistaking sales for marketing. Marketing is about understanding the customer, putting yourself into their shoes until you understand what they want, what they need, then finding some way to deliver that." He continued stroking her forehead, then brought his thumbs down to her cheeks.

"What bio-DNA has given me is the ability to see, directly, how people are reacting to what I do. I can tell from the way your nerves are responding to my touch that you are enjoying the sensation but also that you're trying to tell yourself that it's inappropriate to enjoy my touch."

"Of course it's inappropriate. You're a witness, a suspect, a person of interest in multiple crimes. My job is to--"

"Your job is to..."

What was a cop's job. For most, he thought, it was to keep the city crime-free. For some, it was to enjoy the swagger of carrying a big weapon and inspiring fear. For a few it carried the joy of being able to hurt people or oppress poor people of color or whatever. For those who ran the city, police were there to protect the business interests and keep fundraisers happy. In a rich suburb like McKinney, that generally meant keeping black people in their place and making sure that Latin housekeepers and gardeners didn't get uppity. He didn't think any of those applied to Tiffany. So, what had motivated a beautiful and sensitive woman to become a cop?

"...to protect those who can't protect themselves and to find the truth." He passed his thumbs over her eyelids, gently stroking them as he watched the nerve impulses continue to change forms as they reacted to his touch. "And that's what I'm helping you do."

As if he'd said some magic word, tension suddenly flowed out of Tiffany's body. She sank back into her pillow, her breathing regular, her arms, which she'd somehow held tensed against her torso, relaxing.

Could she have gone to sleep? Talk about the ultimate failure in Rick's attempt to bring this beautiful, sensuously deprived woman to orgasm.