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“That it was an accident or…”

“I’m not telling him anything.”

Damn. Ruthless.

“Doesn’t mean he won’t find out from someone else.”

“Who? You?”

With a smirk, I shrug. I’m no snitch but I’ll threaten to sing like a motherfucking canary if it’ll keep her indebted to me.

“You won’t say anything.”

My eyebrows almost collide. Excuse the fuck outta me?

“Says who?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she answers arrogantly with, “Me.”

That makes me laugh. Internally, because no way am I letting her see how entertaining this is.

I cross my arms, too. Unfortunately, it’s not half as intimidating as I’d like considering my pants are drenched with my own jizz.

“What are you willing to give me for my silence?”

“What do you want?”

Now it’s a struggle to keep my eyebrows on my face as I stare her down. She’s not at all like I expected.

Ivy chicks aren’t my type but getting a rise out of this one every now and then might just make living in Small Town, Connecticut, somewhat tolerable.

Before I can come up with something completely debauched and possibly illegal, she adds, “Now that we’ve established my ‘slimy pussy’ is off the table.”

I almost tell her that on or off a table, I’d take her pussy in any way—matter of fact, in every way—but since that doesn’t actually help, I nod in agreement.

“How much cash does a girl like you walk around with?”

She pops a slender shoulder. “Depends on the outfit.”

I inspect what she’s wearing now. Below her Lit U tee is all that toned stomach. Lower, her short-ass shorts are so tight I can practically make out the swells of her pussy lips I just had the pleasure of exploring without any barriers. Shaved and slippery, just the way I like pussy. Mm.

“How much do you need?” she prompts, interrupting my thoughts.

“Uh.” That’s a good question. How much do I need?

“As you can see, there’s nowhere to store any money in this.” She gestures to her skimpy clothes. “But if you want to follow me up to my room, I can get you whatever you want.”

Whatever I want. Shit. This might be easier than I thought. A hell of a lot quicker, too.

Acting like I don’t know our rooms are right next to each other, I motion for Kota to lead the way.

While following close behind her, I get a text notification. It’s my dad informing me Kota will be arriving early and that I should be on my best behavior when she does.

She arrived all right. In more ways than one.

Another text comes in telling me to congratulate her on her big win.

“Did you win something?” I ask her.