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Raleigh bucks, knocking my head back against the wall, but that’s hardly a deterrent. I find her G-spot and press with my fingertips, massaging in time with the strokes of my tongue.Raleigh whimpers through her fingers. As a reward, I thrust a third finger inside her body, filling her more snugly.

She’s tightening around me. Too soon, far too soon. I want hours to take her apart like this, to try every kink in the book to see what makes her scream loudest. I just want to hear her scream, instead of muffling herself because someone else might be listening.

But that’s not for us to have. This will be the last time.

If only she were someone I’m not obliged to arrest, or I was someone appropriate for a mafia princess.

Raleigh’s pleasure releases. I switch my hand from her soft breast to her back, keeping her upright as her muscles jump and go limp. She’s so fucking wet and soft. Her body is ready for my cock. For one wild second, I consider going all the way, shoving myself inside her and riding her on this tile floor until we’ve both been sated.

That’s not for us either. It’s time to go.

I pull my fingers slowly out of Raleigh and drag their wet length up her clit one last time. As she watches, I stick them in my mouth, savoring the taste of her. Her lips are parted as she pants. I imagine putting my cock between them and telling her to suck, then force the thought aside.

“Lie down,” I order instead.

Raleigh sinks to her knees in front of me, her rubbery legs trembling with the effort, then slides onto her back. Her legs part, presenting her to me like a gorgeous Christmas gift.

I shoot to my feet, lunge for the door, and close it behind me before she can even turn over.

CHAPTER 7

Raleigh

I’m tooangry and humiliated to call for help. In fact, a large part of me hopes no one ever planned to check in on Derrick again. Let me rot to death in here, please, so I don’t have to explain how horny and stupid I was to solicit sex from a prisoner of the family.

Unfortunately for me, Iris is nothing but thorough, and she does come to question Derrick hours later, probably just in time for breakfast. When she opens the door and sees only me sitting slumped against the wall-

I don’t think I’ve ever been so ashamed of myself. And it’s possible Iris has never been so ashamed of me either, which is saying something.

Iris and I have always had a playfully contentious relationship, like a very put-together aunt with a troublesome niece she loves but doesn’t know how to fix. Besides, I’ve never been one to seek affection, especially from other women. Who needs it when you’ve never known it because your mother died before your earliest memories? That being said, well…

I’ve never told her this, and I’d die before I ever do, but Iris is the person I admire most in the whole world. She’s capable, both physically and mentally. She’s gorgeous, with her impossiblylong legs, silky platinum hair, perfect skin, and hourglass figure. And she’s respected by everyone around her. In my absolute lowest moments, I’m so jealous of her it makes my stomach hurt. In my best moments, I imagine being just like her.

All of that makes this moment ten times more horrible.

“Did he get away?” I ask, too mortified to pretend I’m not to blame.

Iris crosses her wiry arms over her chest, jaw set. “Considering I just now learned you let him out?” she shoots back. “What do you think?”

I think I’m ready to die, right here, right now. “I’m sorry-”

“I do not want to hear it,” Iris cuts me off. “Up. Now.”

I get to my feet with all the enthusiasm of a man about to be executed, and walk past her out of the cell. Iris stops me with a hand on my shoulder, turns me to face her. Looks me over for injury. I can tell by the twitch of her eyebrows and the purse of her lips when she spots the hickey Derrick must’ve left on my neck when he sucked there last night. I’m blushing from my hair to my toes, begging the earth to swallow me before she’s finished.

It doesn’t, which is fucking rude.

Finally, Iris looks me in the eye. “Can you at least explain to me what the hell you were thinking?”

Absolutely not happening.

“Please don’t tell Tommy,” I beg instead.

“Give me one single, evenslightlyacceptable reason why I shouldn’t.”

I open my mouth. No words come out.

I’ve got nothing.

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