Jason put his pen down and indicated the chairs in front of his desk. “Have a seat, Ramey. You okay?” “A little tender, but I’m fine.” “Good. I’ll be sure to let Leo know. He was worried about you. Now tell me about Harte.” Jason leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of him but never taking his eyes off Ramey. Knowing it wouldn’t do him any good to ignore the question, Ramey took a deep breath. “He’s amazing. Tentative but so damn in control at the same time. And you know he’s gorgeous.” “Was he good to you, Ramey? Did he hurt you?” “Yes. I mean, no! I mean.” Taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly, Ramey started over. “He was good to me, Sir. He didn’t hurt me, he paddled the hell out of my ass and then fucked me like there’s no tomorrow, but…” “But?” “He’s a cop, Sir. What is he doing with someone like me?” “Ramey…” “No, I know it’s stupid. He’s not really with me, right? I’m just someone he was attracted to and it was just a hook-up.
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