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Finally, I didn’t have a choice. I let go, came as she opened her mouth so I could watch my cum spray onto her tongue. She swallowed every drop as she used her hand to milk my cock for as much as she could get.
“Fuck.” That wasn’t supposed to happen.
She stood and swiped her thumb across the space below her lower lip, then sucked it into her mouth. “Yummy.”
And now I knew her revenge. She wasn’t herself. Not that whoever she was pretending to be wasn’t fucking fabulous, but she’d taken herself out of our interlude. She’d become the cliché party girl for my benefit. I didn’t like it.
She pushed the paperwork, the inbox, desk blotter, off my desk so all that was left was my computer monitor. Then she turned to me, chewed her lower lip, and let her dress fall. “Oopsie.” But she said it in a high-pitched Marilyn Monroe voice.
I put my hands on her shoulders. “Stop.”
She pulled me by the tie, so I was almost on top of her when she leaned back across my desk. “You don’t like it, baby?”
Maybe her revenge was ruining the fantasy of her that she’d been to that point. I pulled my tie out of her hand and straightened. “Knock it off, Riley.”
She puffed out her lip in a full pout. “Oh, come on, Romy, Rome, Rome, Rome.” The baby talk was a turn-off. I yanked up my pants and shook my head.
“Stop, Riley.” But she licked her lips and fondled her own breasts—if lifting them like she was testing their weight meant fondling. I picked up the dress she’d shed and tossed it to her. It landed across her belly, and she yanked it off her. “Put it on.”
“What, me acting like a bumbling idiot doesn’t make your fucking dick hard?” She stepped into the dress and yanked it up.
It sure as hell didn’t, but she knew that. “You proved your point.”
“Yeah. I’m my own person, Roman. And I will do whatever Ihaveto do.” She cocked a brow. “What I see fit to do. You don’t own me.”
But that was where she was wrong. “Oh, sweetheart. I own every delicious fucking inch of you. And if you don’t know that already, you’re not nearly as smart as I gave you credit for.”
I smirked and walked out. I wasn’t the guy who always had to have the last word, but Riley and I were still learning about each other. She was a lot more complex than I thought, but I was going to figure her out. And maybe then I’d be able to choose whether I wanted to tame her or make her wilder.
Riley
Margaret Hawthorne was not a woman I expected to see outside my Friday morning Poli-Sci class, but I walked out behind a group and there she was draped in Chanel with a smile like sunshine on her face.
“Riley, darling.” She took me by the shoulders and leaned in to kiss the air beside each of my cheeks.
“Maggie.” I widened my eyes. “What a surprise.” She’d asked me to call her Maggie the last time we’d been together, and at first, I thought it’d freak me out, but she was always so down to earth. I mean, McDonald’s was her favorite restaurant for fuck’s sake. She related to me on a real level.
“It’s a day for those. I thought we should go for lunch.” But before I could answer, a ruckus erupted behind me. “Well, look at that.”
Professor Harrison in handcuffs being paraded through the common area of the Social Sciences building was not a sight that we saw every day at Stonewall.
“I didn’t complete the mission.” I murmured the words to Maggie, but I wasn’t sure she’d heard them until she smiled.
“It was taken care of.” She leaned in. “The drugs, dear, were just to get them into his office. What they found there was more… more.” She chuckled and slid her arm around mine as he passed. When he stopped to look at me, the detective from Roman’s office stopped and stared, too.
She said something loud to one of the officers in uniform, but I couldn’t hear because of the cacophony of sounds in the hallway and the ringing in my own ears. But the cop finished Harrison’s perp walk without her.
“Didn’t I see you yesterday in Mr. Hawthorne’s office?” Her voice was pleasant, and she knew damned well she did.
I smiled back, but it was Maggie who answered: “Miss Keller is dating my son Roman. What you saw at Hades was nothing more than a lovers’ spat.”
“Interesting.” Yeah. Interesting that she knew. Either Roman had told his mother what happened between us, or she truly had spies everywhere? My money was on option two. Roman didn’t seem the “kidnap and tell” kind.
And there might have been a bit of envy on Detective Hall’s face. I might’ve enjoyed it.
“Looked intense.” Her voice confirmed the envy. She was a woman who wanted Roman, although I suspected every woman and probably a few men who ever came into contact with him wanted him.
I smiled. “Everything with Roman is intense.” I hugged my books like a schoolgirl—I was—with a crush. “He’s a very passionate man.” Passionate and intense. Two traits every woman should benefit from in her man.
