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“Me?” She nods, and I note the look of sympathy in her eyes.

“I was at Spirits all day. Then home.” It was a typical fucked up day.

“That’s it?” I nod, then stop.

“No, I ran out for a few minutes to buy,” I stop short.

“Weed, yes, I know you smoke. What time was that?” I frown, trying to remember.

“Around six, I think.” She nods.

“How long were you gone?” Fuck, I have no idea.

“Less than an hour,” I guess, but if her face is any indication, that doesn’t seem to help my case.

“So you have a window of, let’s say, forty-five minutes with no alibi, where you could have technically gone to Ms. Monroe’s home and done this.” She taps the papers.

“I, no, I couldn’t,” my voice seizes in my throat.

“I know, Cher. But they believe you did. The question is, why? Come on. Let’s get to the clubhouse. We have work to do.” She waves us to my car as she gets into hers.

Fabien offers me the keys, but I shake my head.

“Um, guys?” Leah stands by my car with a quizzical look.

Right, two-seater.

“On my lap, gorgeous. It’ll distract me.” I wink at her as I sit down and then tap my thigh.

“You sure you don’t want to drive?” Fabien says lamely.

“Which one of us was behind bars a few minutes ago?” He rolls his eyes at me.

“Fair.” I chuckle as Leah climbs in and arranges herself in my lap.

I enjoy her ass wiggling a little too much on my cock. By the time she’s settled and the car is moving, I’m ready to bust.

“Fuck you smell good,” I whisper in her ear as I let my hands wander.

I rub the outside of her thigh up to her hip, then back again. Every time, my fingers manage to pull her dress up an inch at a time until I’m touching nice, warm, soft skin.

“Don’t get yourself or her all worked up. We’re here,” Fabien says, and I groan.

“Killjoy,” Leah giggles at us but doesn’t move off my lap when I open the door.

“I’ve never kissed a convict before.” Fabien scoffs at her words.

“He’s hardly a convict, Baby.” He watches as her face gets closer to mine.

“Shut up,” I growl in his direction and pull Leah closer.

“Being in prison is really, really, hard.” I make sure she feels my cock as I speak, and her little gasp lets me know she got exactly what I meant.

It also allowed me to slip my tongue into her mouth the moment our lips touched.

“Fuck,” Fabien hisses next to us.

I ignore him and enjoy the feel of Leah on my lap, with her warm, tantalizing lips working their magic on my soul. It’s just a simple thing, but the emotions it invokes inside me have me craving more. An animal I didn’t know I had has awoken, and he wants out to play with his new prey.

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