15
Ridge
I’m seriously fucking pissed. Robyn put herself in danger, and I need to know why.
“Why the hell would you lie about something like that?” I growl.
“I lied because I didn’t know what else to do. You were adamant about staying over and…I…um…”
“And what?” I lift my shoulders. “Tell me.”
“The truth is that I didn’t want you here.” She says it in a small rush, like she has been holding the words in.
My dragon’s scales rub. “Why not?”
I’m trying hard not to sound rough, and I’m failing because I’m pissed off. Pissed at her for lying. Pissed at myself for caring that she did. Pissed at the situation in general.
She looks down at the floor and then back up at me.
“I just…um…”
“Again, it’s a simple question,” I tell her. “Spit it out, already.”
She makes a small, frustrated noise and shakes her head.
“It isn’t simple at all. Nothing about this is simple. You’re so…so damned professional and unflappable all the damned time, and it’s infuriating.”
I frown. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“We had sex six months ago. Really great, seriously hot sex. I can still remember…still… I… Never mind.”
“No, I’d like to know. You can still remember what exactly?”
My voice is rough. My dragon is right there at the surface, scales pushing against the underside of my skin, and I can feel my eyes shifting. I have to glance over her shoulder for a second to get them back where they need to be.
I pull in a few more deep breaths.
“You don’t want to know.” She’s angry. “Let’s just forget it.”
“I really do want to know. We are not forgetting anything. Tell me!”
“Fine!” she growls, and my dick takes note. “I can still remember how you felt inside me, you ass, and you feel nothing. Not a damned thing. Not when you saw me in my underwear or when I bought all of those condoms to get a rise out of you. Then you told me to invite my boyfriend over. Like it was nothing to you. I’m still attracted to you. I still want to… I… Maybe we…”
She chews on her lower lip. Her chest is heaving, and it’s obvious to me that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her tits are gorgeous, like the rest of her. Her shorts ride high on her thighs, which are lush as fuck, and just like that, my dick is straining against my zipper.
I want her. I want her right now.
I want to take her apart on her kitchen counter. I want to fuck her so hard she’ll feel me all day tomorrow at work and have to think about me every time she sits down.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
Dr. Robyn Keller could be dirty. She could be an asset of the Mainland. It’s my job to clear her…to find the truth one way or another.
I can’t do it if I’m fucking her.
My cock doesn’t care, but my brain takes over.
