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On one of his lazy hip rolls, I pretend to grimace.
“What’s wrong?” he’s quick to ask.
“I think it’s your pants. Something’s scraping me. The button maybe.”
“I can take them off…”
“Is that allowed? I don’t want to get anybody in trouble.”
The next instant he’s on his feet, taking both shoes and socks off, along with his dress pants.
Down to only a pair of jet-black boxer briefs and a matte-black watch, he returns to me, repeating the same moves as before, still half-assed and half-mast, but at least now completely unarmed. If he even was to begin with.
As the song winds down, his movements slow. With his mouth hovering inches above mine, he looks in my eyes to ask, “You know Cyrus?”
Hypnotized, I half-moan, half-answer, “Mm.”
“Why was he in here earlier?”
Reece’s incompetence.
Why was I in here? Because Cyrus insisted we discuss said incompetence in person. As much as I loathe setting foot in this club again, this is the smartest place for us to meet because the alternatives…
There are no alternatives.
Those obsidian pools flick to my lips so quick I almost miss it, and now his are all I can focus on, that bottom one specifically. What would it feel like on mine? What would it feel like on any part of me?
“What was Cyrus doing in here? With you?”
“Not this.”
“Holy Water” transitions into something a little more my speed, “Sex Metal Barbie” by In This Moment, and I close my eyes, remembering my goal. Without my vision, my sense of smell heightens even more, and in addition to Reece’s musk, I pick up something else.
No, not something else. Someone else.
It’s a perfect lead-in really.
Opening my eyes, I ask, “Did Stacia treat you well?” It’d explain why he can’t get hard.
Unless it really is me.
Is it me?
“How’d you—”
Reece tries to lift up, but I tense my thighs around his torso, stopping him.
“I can smell her.”
“Smellher?”
“Stacia overcompensates for her cheap perfume by spraying too much of it all over her body.”
“What does her body have to do with mine?”
Is he saying they didn’t just fuck?
It doesn’t matter. That’s not the important part here.
