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“Roman.”
He didn’t answer, and I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to keep doing exactly what he was doing.
I was on the edge, ready to swan dive, and he pulled me back. Slowed the progress of my world-shattering orgasm that, for about three seconds, had been on the cusp of happening.
The part of me that wanted him to answer for his words about killing me melted away. Shameful, but what could I do? This guy was the owner of the most masterful mouth in all the land, and he was using it on me. How was I supposed to stay angry?
He thrust his tongue inside me, along with his finger and then, when he put just the slightest pressure on my ass, I exploded, writhing, crying out, locking my legs around his ears until the passion subsided.
“Fuck.” It was all I could manage as he set my legs on the floor. Somehow, I’d slipped down so only the middle of my back and my head were on the bed. It took some classy gymnastic flexibility to straighten without looking gangly and awkward, but I breathed out and looked at him.
He smiled. Smug. His normal arrogance proud and on display. “Am I forgiven?”
Now that the haze of an incredibly powerful orgasm had cleared, he was not, in fact, forgiven. I scoffed and shook my head, stood and walked to the bathroom, then shut the door behind me with a decisive click of the lock.
Moving in here was a bad idea since I had a body that yearned and ached for him. I didnotwant to want him. And loving him was sure as hell out of the question.
I rinsed off in a shower hot enough to peel skin, then yanked on my clothes and walked out into the empty bedroom. An earth-shattering orgasm wasn’t the worst way to start the day, if only my thoughts would quiet, and my mind would let go.
Instead, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed downstairs as Roman came up. “Leaving so soon?” His arm curled around my waist as he stopped my downward progress.
“I told you. I have school.”
He nodded. “Okay. Have a good day.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll probably be at the club when you get home, but if you want to stop by…” He waggled his eyebrows.
I didn’t want to stop by. More, I didn’t want towantto stop by. “I won’t.”
Surprise flashed in his eyes, but he covered it with a lazy grin. “Okay, then I’ll see you at dinner tonight.”
“I’m eating with Emma.” Or I would be as soon as I asked her.
“Riley.” I didn’t know if the tone was a warning or just disappointment. Neither did I care. Roman Hawthorne wasn’t the only game in town.
Roman
Iadmired her go-get-them attitude, maybe even her persistence, but I wasn’t in the mood for a sparring match with Detective Hall. After this morning with Riley andherattitude, this cop was an annoyance I didn’t have the patience to deal with.
But she walked across the empty dance floor in her black biker jacket, skimpy tank top, and jeans—definitely not PD issue attire—to the hidden stairwell that would bring her to the landing outside my office door. The place was practically deserted since it was three in the afternoon and we didn’t open until nine tonight, but I had checks to sign, the bartenders had product to stock, and the janitors had cleaning to do. There was almost always someone in the building, although how the detective knew that, I couldn’t imagine.
Her feet shadowed under the door sweep, and her knock was like her. Short and sharp.
“Come in.” I barked the words because I wanted her to know I considered her an interruption I didn’t have time for. And I didn’t bother to look up, instead pretended to be engrossed by the report that was actually an advertisement for erectile dysfunction medicine. Asher, on occasion, signed me up for calls and deliveries of such products, so my name was on any number of lists generated and sold to target advertisers. The prick.
I gave it a full minute, then closed the file and folded my hands on top. “Detective Hall. We don’t spend nearly enough time together.”
Instead of speaking, she handed me a warrant. I read, able to decipher enough of the legalese to know she was here to collect my computer, any credit card receipts I had from the night the girl disappeared, and all surveillance footage I could produce for that night, and the ones immediately before and after.
I didn’t call the family lawyer. I went straight to Judge Darrell Darnell, Society member. I dialed, then looked up at Hall. “Let me just…” His secretary answered. “Judge Darnell, please. It’s Roman Hawthorne.” When he answered, I smiled into the phone. “Yo, Big D!” And weren’t these just the games people played?
I kept my gaze and my smirk locked on Hall. She was so pissed off she was about to explode. Her face flushed, and her eyes flashed.
“What can I do for you, Rome?”
I smiled. “Got a Detective here from the PD with a warrant.”
“That was you?” He chuckled, and I had him. Asking was just a formality.
“Yeah. You know, my customers come here with a reasonable expectation of having their privacy protected.” He sure as hell expected I’d protect his when he brought any number of mistresses out for a night, but I couldn’t bring that up, so instead, I spewed some crap I needn’t have spoken except for her benefit.
