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She gave Riley the most innocent look even in the eye of the storm that was brewing in his eyes. Riley didn’t utter a word, just picked up his napkin, wiped his mouth with it, threw it down on his unfinished steak, and stalked her around the table. “What’re you doing? I’m not done eating?”
“Neither am I?”
She had no idea what he meant until she found herself spread out on the table amidst plates and dishes of uneaten food with her legs spread and his head buried between them. She started laughing uproariously until he drove his tongue home, and her body was under his control once again.
Riley licked and sucked her sore pussy to give her some relief before feeding her his cock again. Her walls felt hot and tight, and he knew it was because he’d gone too hard on her before, but he couldn’t find it in him to be sorry for that shit. Now she had the nerve to bring that man up to him, so obviously, she hadn’t learned her lesson.
If Celia thought being pounded into oblivion on the shower floor had been hard on her back, it was nothing compared to having plates of food under her back and a fork digging into her ass while Riley fucked her like a mastodon on speed. Where the hell does he get all this stamina, she thought? He was arguably the one doing most of the work, if not all, and still, she could barely keep up.
This time when he was done with her, after cumming inside her for the fourth time that night, Riley cleaned them both up in the shower, then took her to bed and held her all night.
Ryan’s first night behind bars was one of misery and confusion. He thought for sure he’d be able to walk out of the station house after clearing up what had to be a misunderstanding, but once all the evidence had been presented, he knew he had an uphill battle on his hands. If he hadn’t seen it with his own two eyes, he’d never have believed it possible.
It was obvious after much thought that someone was out to get him; he could think of no other explanation for this turn of events. It never entered his mind that Marissa could be behind it, she had no reason to do such a thing, and in fact, he was more worried that the young girl could even now believe that he’d done this horrible thing. That he’d betrayed the trust, she’d placed in him. That more than anything hurt him, more even than being thrown behind bars.
Because as bad as things looked now, he was sure that the truth would come to light somehow. Only he knew, after all, that he was completely innocent. That’s not quite right; there’s at least one other person who knows, the one who’d sent the incriminating email. Who? Who has access to his passwords?
It can’t be Misty; he’d never shared that kind of information with her. Speaking of which, why is it that he’d not thought of her even once throughout the night? He hadn’t missed her, hadn’t thought of her coming to his rescue the way you’d expect someone in his position to. Instead, he felt…free—an odd thing to feel when behind bars.
There was no time to think on it, though, because Detective Sparks was back first thing in the morning with more questions for him. He’d got the feeling after about the third hour in her presence that she was starting to sway in his direction. At first, when they first entered the interrogation room, she’d seemed aloof, as if her mind had already been made up, and his guilt was a foregone conclusion.
It looks like it was a good call on his part to ignore his attorney and answer all her questions, being as forthcoming as possible. Something that was easy to do since he had nothing to hide. After he asked for the lie detector test, that’s when the tide started to shift, and he believes he’d seen the slight change in her. It helped too that he knew Pete would turn over every rock to find the truth.
“You said that no one has access to your email password to the best of your knowledge; how sure are you of that?”
“Until this happened, I would’ve said very, but now I’m not so certain. Obviously, someone has access because I did not send those messages. I don’t even know Marissa’s email address come to think of it. I never had any need for it. I’m well aware of the lines that must not be crossed for a man in my position, so thus far, all correspondence has been with her parents.”
Celia had awakened this morning with this case heavily on her mind. Detective Branson was taking care of Stella and Don Wilson’s case since her part had already been pretty much done. The extradition case will be heard later today, and after that, she was pretty much done until the local case was called. So she could focus all her attention on this confusing case.
