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When she groaned, I pulled back with a smirk then tugged on her bottom lip, dragging it away from her teeth.
“Jerk,” she grumbled a second later when I released her.
“Always. But, by your own admission, your jerk.”
She huffed. “What are you jealous about anyway?”
“You wore garters for the news program.”
Her eye roll was so exaggerated that it must have given her eye cramps.
“The day is coming,” I warned, “when I’m going to have to put you over my knee whenever you roll your eyes at me.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Savvie flounced her hair, tossing it aside, but I saw how her cheeks lit up with heat.
“It’s a warning,” I countered. “Now, who did you wear the garters for?”
“You.” She tutted. “You’re the one who canceled lunch.”
I hissed, “Shit.” Ihadcanceled. “Fuck.”
I only knew about the garters because I’d happened to see them in the bag she had for dry cleaning.
“You snooze you lose,” she taunted, rocking her hips along my dick in a way that spread her slickness over us both.
“I fucking lost today.” My scowl was ferocious, and I knew it pleased her because that smug smile was delicious. “How did it go?”
“The report? Quite well.” Her smile broadened. “I enjoyed manipulating the city. It was fun.”
I snorted. “I don’t know why you had to.”
Her article about Eva Martinez had gone live a few weeks back, but the TV news shows had yet to stop inviting her on air.
The rogue ex-cop who’d been accused of everything from genocide to granny-butchering had become Savannah’s current pet cause, and the networks were loving the uptick in their audience.
Savvie was becoming quite the celebrity. In her own right, too. Not because of her famous father.
Naturally, she hadn’t keyed me intowhyshe was defending the cop because I, and everyone else in the underworld, knew that Eva was guilty as fuck.
“Someone asked me to write the article as a favor.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I demanded, “Jen?”
“You like to think the worst of her, don’t you?”
“That means itwasher.” I saw the truth in her eyes. She could convince the city that the sky was green, but her lies meant shit to me. I knew the stench of her particular brand of bullshit. When she lied, she held people’s gaze too long. “What did she want? Why did she want Eva Martinez to look innocent?”
“She wanted nothing.” She arched her back which did interesting things with her pussy and my dick.
Further proof that something was going on that she was trying to hide.
The distraction didn’t work.
“Did Valentini ask you to do this?”
“No.” Her quick frown told me the truth—that wasn’t a lie.
“Did Jen ask you on his behalf?”
