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“No.” I grimace. “I didn’t think about grabbing your number after your mediocre blowjob.”
I’ll say this for the woman: whether she actually works for Broderick or not, she has the sort of dogged tenacity that doesn’t allow her to back down from a challenge. Rather than respond to my jab, she licks her lips and approaches me.
I refuse to back away, even when she flattens her body against mine. She waits until she’s on the tips of her toes, her mouth next to my ear before she says, “We both know it was the best blowjob of your life, Detective. If you’re going to question me…at least stop lying to yourself.”
SIX
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I takereal offense to his comment, even when I know logically that Detective Bishop is trying to get under my skin. He’s only insulting my oral prowess because he’s trying to get a rise out of me, but damn it, I won’t let it work. No one works a pole like I do.
Prick.
He’s got a nice prick.
I’d like to have it in my mouth again, but now really isn’t the time. Not when he came all the way out to the Galleria to threaten me.How did he find me?
“What makes you think I’m lying?” he asks.
I smirk at him. “Are you serious? You’ve got a terrible poker face. You’re giving me all the classic signs of lying, at least by omission,” I take great pleasure in telling him.
Let’s see how he likes having a little verbalpingsent back to him. Like a pinch, right to the ass. He’s got a nice one of those, too.
“I’m a detective.” He says it as if he’s somehow immune to basic human emoting. “I’ve been trained.”
“Which means absolutely diddly squat in the grand scheme of things. We both know you liked having my lips wrapped around your cock.” I take a step toward him, a gamble. I’ve always been one to risk everything without thought, the cat jumping off the cliff without thought.
Call it a flaw.
“You shouldn't have done that,” Devan growls. “I shouldn’t have let you. It was absolutely wrong.”
“Yet you did let me.” I tap my chin thoughtfully. “I wonder why. Could it be you’re drawn to me?” He’s not pushing me away, either. “Seems we’re attracted to each other.”
Right now, the detective is doing his best to stand still even when he’s shifting his weight slightly from foot to foot. A muscle twitches in his jaw, his back molars clenched together.
Agitated.
Why?
I take a step closer, able to touch him with my chin if I want to, and his nostrils flare. His pupils widen, his eyes narrow. Okay, so this little intimidation sesh doesn’t just have to do with the case, then.
I smile widely at him in an expression I know will only poke the bear a little more. “What?” I press. “Got nothing else to say to me? Come on, I know there are more words in there just dying to get out.”
Suddenly, Devan smirks. “I’ve got a lot of things I’d like to ask you. The station house will be the best place for it, though,” he replies. “Seems to me you know more than you’re willing to say, and we’ve been dancing around the subject of death since I saw you in the crowd.”
“You’re not taking me in, tough guy. I’ve got news for you. You come here and want to take me away from very important work?” I cross my fingers behind my back.Not. “Fine. You want to drag me out to the parking lot and act like you’re not bothered when you're around me? Fucking fine, that’s your prerogative. But you’re not going to drag my happy ass down to your cop den. Especially when you’ve got nothing on me.”
He’s done playing coy with me, it seems. “Want to bet?”
“I only bet when I know I can win,” I tell him in another obvious lie. Which doesn’t matter because he doesn’t know me.
Only partially Biblically. Does it count?
I think it counts.
“Someone swept your record, and I know it. But there’s something out there, something I’ll be able to find to bring you in,” he continues.
“Dogged and determined, which is usually how I like my men.” I press my hands to his chest, and he finally moves, without any prompting. “Good luck with your search. You’re going to need more than my face in a crowd near a stiff to justify what you want to do to me.”
