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I flex my fingers on her leg and she falls silent.
“Got all that?” I ask.
“Got it,” Rocco confirms.
“Good. You at the house?”
“Yeah.”
“Stay there.” I accelerate through a yellow light. “I’m headed back now.”
I hang up, and Payton wastes no time speaking up. “You can’t just quit for me. Or…” She waves her hands around. “Or, threaten Jean and Tamara, or whatever that was.” She huffs. “I need that job.”
“No you don’t.”
“Nero––”
I tap the screen, causing the car to fill with a ringtone again. “A roll is money, Baby.”
That effectively stops her tirade. I’m not threatening her old bosses, I’m paying them off.
The ringing stops as the call clicks through.
“Fuck, man, you might not like sex anymore, but some of us do,” is King’s greeting.
I feel Payton’s body stiffen, and I don’t know if it’s from what King said, or if she recognizes his voice. But to prove I still like sex, I slide my hand up her thigh, until the side of my palm is pressed against the seam between her legs. Her pussy heating the leggings so they’re nearly hot to the touch.
My cock twitches and I have to force myself to remember why I called. “I need a favor.”
“Of-fucking-course you do,” King groans. “But if you ask me to try and detain your girlfriend again, I’m going to have to respectfully decline. Chasing her around made me feel like a fucking monster.”
Payton’s leg shifts under my hand, as she turns toward me in her seat.
“No need. She’s in the car with me.”
There’s a beat of silence before Payton breaks it. “Uh, hi.” She lifts her hand in a little wave before catching herself and clutching it to her chest, probably embarrassed that she waved for a phone call. It was cute as fuck.
“Hey.” King waits a beat. “You know Nero’s a prick, right?”
Payton snorts out a laugh, and my head whips to the side to look at her.
Her hands slap over her mouth, her eyes wide.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” The bite of King’s words are dulled by a yawn. “What did you need? Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“I thought you were having sex?”
“Yeah, in my dreams, and I was fucking an iridescent mermaid.”
“How would you even––” I shake my head, this isn’t the time to get distracted. “I need you to pull the footage from outside Payton’s door.”
“Timeframe?” King’s tone is all business now.
I glance over at Payton. “When did you find the invite?”
“Oh, um, it was this morning after I made coffee.” She bites her lip, looking unsure.
“Close counts,” I reassure her, stroking my thumb over her thigh.
