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I scoff at him. “I’m not naked.”
He skims his fingers along the line of fabric at my thigh. “What are you wearing, Gem? And where are you hiding weapons in this?”
“I have a knife on me,” I respond, angling my neck to give him better access. “And if you don’t choose your next question about my clothing very carefully, I’m going to show you how I use it.”
A strangled groan rumbles from his chest, vibrating against my back. “Ezra told me he saw you. Said you were here for a quick public fuck.”
“And I told him no one said anything about wanting quick,” I snipe back, though it’s not important.
“How long are you staying?”
“I was trying to leave.”
His fingers steadily trail closer to the junction of my thighs. “Were you going to be wearing this when I got to your place?”
“I’ll probably need an extra hand taking it off.”
“How much do you like it?” Riot inquires, taking a single step back to admire me.
I grin to myself when he keeps his hand firmly planted between my shoulder blades. “A lot less than you.”
“Good.” He chuckles to himself as his body heat washes over me once more. “I told Ezra to leave without me.”
“Gonna go enjoy the party?” I say, knowing exactly what he’s going to say back to me.
“It’s right here.”
It takes little effort for Riley to rip the crotch of my bodysuit, and I think about cursing him out over it. How the fuck am I going to get to my car without at least seven people seeing my vagina? The rest of them will be too fucked up to remember, but somehow, that doesn’t make the situation any better.
When he slips two fingers inside me, I quickly shelve that frustration for later.
“Always hot after the threat of a fight,” he mumbles against my skin.
“Only after I heard your voice,” I correct. “Now shut up and pretend you don’t know me.”
“I’m the only one who knows you. Now, spread your legs so I can show you.”
I feel the little purple baggie slip against my hip, the restriction of my clothing gone, so it has no hold. Instead of dropping it in my boot, I grab it and reach behind me to slide it into Riot’s pants pocket.
He stops touching me. “What’s that?”
“What I came to get.” I huff with impatience. “What else would it be?”
“Is that a baggie of ecstasy? Why do you have drugs?” he questions, perplexed.
“No.” I glance over my shoulder. “I know you didn’t just tear through my clothes to stand here and interrogate me.”
Riley hums as he slides his fingers along my folds, pressing against my clit, but giving me no friction or movement or satisfaction.
“No, Jas. Just making you wait while I drag my soul back to my body. Please tell me you have another one of these at home.”
I place my hands flat against the bathroom door, pushing into Riot as he unzips his pants. The dark denim rests at the tops of his thighs as he presses between my shoulder blades once more, silently asking me to arch more.
“You can have that quick public fuck now,” he teases, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll make up for it when we get back to your apartment.”
Riley squeezes my hips, his fingertips just shy of bruising, as he lines himself up.
“I never said quick,” I growl, but I lose the rest of my complaint in my sudden moan.
