Page 88 of Prey

How could I not be hard when she was so close by?

“Roman,” she said, a tinge of panic making its way through her voice.

“I’ll ask you again. What were you doing there?”

I wrapped my fist around her hair when she tried to look away from me, and she let out a small cry when I pulled on it roughly.

“Looking for you,” she said, struggling in my hold. Didn’t she know that only pushed her sweet little pussy against me more?

She moaned when I pushed my hips up against her.

“Roman, what are you doing?”

“Why were you looking for me? Didn’t I tell you I had to be out late tonight?”

“You didn’t look like you were working when that girl was grinding on your lap,” she hissed out.

I grabbed her hips and moved them back and forth, eliciting another moan from her lips.

“Roman.”

“You mean Tammy?” I asked.

“Tammy,” she spitted out. “Is that what you do whenever you tell me you have to leave for work early and stay late—Oh, God.”

Her hips automatically moved against me. I didn’t think she realized she was doing it, which made the action even hotter.

“I haven’t touched another woman since I saw you,” I said, my hands digging into her waist.

“She was touching you!”

“And I told her to get off. I know you saw that, or are you just going to ignore that part because you’re craving a fight?”

“Fuck you.”

“Why did you come, Ryleigh?”

“Because you ignored me, you bastard!”

I stilled her with my hand, wishing there was some light so I could see the look on her face. But the last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to us in this part of town. The windows in my truck were tinted, so no one should be able to see us.

I wanted to keep it that way.

“What do you mean?”

Her voice was thick when she answered, “I don’t know what happened, but I can feel you pulling away, and I want to know why.”

I leaned my head back against the seat cushion and closed my eyes.

Fuck.

Of course, she would have picked up on the fact that I was avoiding her, but until I decided what to do about the flash drive, I didn’t want to look at her. I didn’t want her to influence my decision.

And how fucking easy she would have been able to.

“Why are you ignoring me?” she asked.

“Shouldn’t you be grateful for that?” I retorted back.

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