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With a satisfied smirk, Nathan settled on his haunches and stared at her exposed crotch.
Involuntarily, Ruby jerked against Will’s hold, getting nowhere. Arousal, heavy and thick like November fog made her belly quiver.
Nathan looked over her head into Will’s face. “She loves being restrained.”
Ruby followed Nathan’s stare, Will’s pale complexion clearly showed streaks of crimson and his cheek was taut. “That she does.”
Their scene turned the large detective on, and the knowledge made Ruby’s nipples tighten to painfully hard points. But what about Nathan?
She dropped her gaze back to the man between her legs. Although his dark skin didn’t allow Ruby to spot blushing, Nathan’s eyes were half-lidded, and his mouth curved sensually up at one side.
With one finger and barely any pressure, Nathan circled her outer labia. “You know,” he lazily drawled, “the last time I didn’t use the pepper oil on you.”
Her eyes widened. He is going to use pepper oil on my pussy?
“Hmm,” he stroked the back of his hand over her slit and held up his hand, “seems like her cunt likes the idea. However, today I’d like to taste this honey,” he licked his hand like her juices were something delicious, “without added spice.”
He bent and licked from her ass to her hood piercing. She struggled in Will’s hold as the exquisite pleasure drove every semblance of a thought from her mind.
Chapter Nine
“What’s wrong, honey?” Rebecca looked over the rim of her glasses with raised eyebrows.
It was Thursday afternoon and tonight she and Jewel would meet the sperm donor for coffee. Ruby felt irritated, she didn’t want to meet the man, be in one room with him, let alone sit over coffee and have a civil conversation but – as so often – she’d caved to her mother’s pleading. And now –
“I can’t find my damn car keys.” Ruby dumped the contents of her tote bag on the counter. “They have to be in here.” She spread the contents, her movements agitated and hurried, and she spilled half of the items on the floor.
Rebecca scooted to her haunches to help pick up the mess and stilled when her hand landed on a piece of paper. “That’s strange.”
“Huh?” Puzzled by the absence of her keys, Ruby half listened.
“This.” Rebecca held up the sheet. “It looks like a tatt I did about two years ago, but not quite.”
“What?” Ruby stilled and stared at the drawing she made. Her mouth turned dry and her heart started pounding a wild rhythm, like the samba reggae band Olodum marched through her chest.
“It’s yours? Who was the client?” Ruby turned away from the mess on the counter and pulled open their filing cabinet.
