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“s**t,” Noon murmured. “I, uh… didn’t mean to…”
Taking the interruption as an opportunity to regain her senses, Harlow clambered off Ryske’s lap, running one hand through her hair and the other over her hip.
“Oh, come on!” Ryske groaned, trying to catch her legs, but she pushed his hands away. “Come back, baby.”
“No, I… I have to get going.”
Noon pointed over his shoulder. “I can f**k off. I didn’t know you guys were screwing around in here. I—”
“No,” she said, pulling her top down over her stomach. Ryske had explored more than she’d realized; the fabric had been bunched under her b*a. “Can you give me a ride home?”
“I’ll give you a ride,” Ryske said, touching the inside of her knee.
Swatting at his hand, she didn’t make contact. “No, thank you,” she said, crossing one leg over
