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“How do I know you’re not going to try and kill me or anything?”

Well, at least she’s not completely stupid.

Easing the limelight off what I’m going to do and into the moment that I’m trying to create, I free my hand from my boxers and jeans to grab whatever lack of ass she has.

“I think a woman like you,” I begin, kneading the flat surface of her bottom. “Would carry something on her, wouldn’t you? Mase or some shit. You don’t look like an idiot.”

But she’ll be one because the moment I talk money, that’ll be it.

“Never when it comes to safety.” Her tongue licks at my ear. “But, I can get a little crazy myself elsewhere.”

I roll my eyes, grabbing her ass more firmly and pull her closer to me. “Prove it.”

“I can...right here, lover boy.”

“Mhm, on a couch full of jizz, and God knows what else.” She tears herself away from Stormi’s favorite spot and looks down at me.

I may have sounded too pushy but, seriously, this place is fucking disgusting.

“A grand says you can give me a better blowjob in a house that hasn’t seen a pest inspector in the last month. I also return favors, darling, how many times do you wanna come under thirty minutes?”

“You sound a little assured of yourself,” she quips through a perked brow.

I give a half-shrug to my shoulders. “Find out.” Thrusting my pelvis into her center, I get her to focus on what she could have if she wasn’t a murderous bitch, and I didn’t have Stormi. And even then...

“Never had any complaints before.”

Her lips curl into a smile. “Big ego?”

“You have no idea how many times someone has said that to me,” I reply off a sigh, noticing more and more that this woman doesn’t possess an ounce of what Stormi does for me.

“Let me go grab my things.” She springs off my lap. “Wait right here.”

“I’ll get an Uber.” That has her stopping dead in her tracks and pivoting around to face me again.

“You didn’t bring your car?”

I shake my head. “No, I was expecting to get fucked up and wasn’t going to drive. Then I saw you...” I let a tick of a second go by before finishing with, “Then I wanted to get fucked in a different way tonight.”

Bianca squints her eyes at me. “Why me?”

Funny, I never thought she’d have self-esteem issues. That or I pegged her for being more gold digger and ignorant.

“I like blondes,” I say plainly. “And I like them curvy, well-fed with a bit of madness in them.” I cock my head to the side in silent challenge. We can do this the easy way or with Bishop’s plan B, which doesn’t involve a morning-after pill and glass of water. “Did I grab the wrong one?”

She inclines her chin and offers me a weak grin. “No. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here.” The door clicks closed behind her, and my nostrils flare as I stare at the back of it. And on cue, my phone buzzes in my hand, prompting me to glance down at it.

Bishop: Time’s up. My turn?

Me: Chill out.

Bishop: I don’t like waiting,

Me: And I don’t give a fuck.

Bishop: Are you needing to get your dick sucked? Is this why you decided to do it this way, so you didn’t feel guilty doing it when that blonde is there?

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