Page 146 of Dark Romeo

I squeezed my legs shut, trapping his hand so he could touch no further. “Don’t.”

“Don’t make a scene, detective.”

Me making the scene? I wasn’t the one with his damn hand up my skirt.

“Open your legs.”

“No.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “That camera up there can’t see my hand under the table, but it can see your face. If you don’t want to draw attention,” he pinched my inner thigh with his fingers and I whimpered, “you’ll be a good girl and open your legs.”

Fuck him. But I knew he’d won. I relaxed my thigh muscles slowly, knowing that this was such a bad fucking idea. Somehow not caring enough to protest too hard.

“Wider.”

He nudged my thighs with his hand. I let them fall apart.

“Good girl.” His fingers brushed against the front of my panties. I gasped as stardust and rockets burst across my body.

“Detective Capulet.” Roman’s deep voice cut through into my brain fog even as his fingers kept rubbing my clit in circles. “I need you to keep asking me questions.”

“What?”

His fingers paused. I almost let out a whimper. His eyes flicked up and back over my head. Right. The video camera. Someone could be watching us from above. They couldn’t hear us or see his hand under the table but they could see our lips. I had to keep asking him questions so that everything appeared normal.

Roman stared at me from across the table, hunger in his eyes. “You ask a question,” his finger pushed aside my panties, “and I’ll give you an answer.” He thrust a finger inside my wet entrance, sending a hot wave of pleasure through me. God, I’d missed his touch. It had only been two days but it had felt like a lifetime apart.

He stilled. I almost cried out with frustration.

“Question. Answer. Do you understand, detective?”

His words clicked in. If I kept asking him questions, he’d keep touching me. If I stopped so would he.

“What’s your full name?” I blurted out, a stupid question to ask seeing as we already had his name recorded, but I was barely thinking straight. His finger began its languid tantalizing thrusting. I sucked in a breath.

“Roman Giovanni Tyrell.”

“And your girlfriend’s name is?” I said, breathlessly. In and out went his finger.

“You already know that, detective.”

“And you…you like chocolate, right?” I was mumbling, saying anything, asking anything that came to mind. Anything to make sure he didn’t stop.

He chuckled. “I do like chocolate. Especially when it’s melted all over the divine body of my very sexy woman. In fact, when I see her next I might just have to eat her pussy with chocolate.” He added a second finger, widening my aching, needy core further.

“Oh dear God,” I hissed.

Roman lifted an eyebrow at me, his two fingers paused at the hilt inside me. “Was that a question, Detective Capulet?”

“I…um, how long have you known her?”

His fingers began to draw in and out of me again. I almost cried with happiness. “It feels like forever.”

“And how would you…how would you describe her?” I muttered, lost in the waves that were running up and down my body.

“She dims even the stars,” he began, his words catching my attention.

His eyes caught mine as I snapped them open.

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