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A sense of anticipation joined the men who leaned in, waiting with bated breath for her to finish her sentence. “What?” Noon asked, being the one to break.
Aggravated in her sigh, she surrendered to saying it out loud even knowing what it would do for Ryske’s ego. “He’s good. Ryske is good,” she said, her eyes at the top of their sockets.
“Good at what?” Noon asked.
Maze backhanded his arm. “She’s talking about s*x, dumbass. Anwen wanted to get f****d, Ryske f****d her good.”
Harlow opened her hand to Maze. “I’d bet the s*x in the alley was impulse. Once she knew it was good, she wanted more… Still doesn’t tell us if she knew Ophelia had designs on Ryske or not. I don’t think that matters. Ophelia was going to be mad whether or not she’d confided her attraction for Ryske in her fri
