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“Oh God, yes. Yes, fuck me!”

I clamp a hand over her mouth, gripping the back of her head with the other so she doesn’t lose balance.

“Quiet,” I hiss against her ear. “You’re the one who said we can’t get caught. You wanna risk someone opening that door?”

Her eyes widen, but I feel her smile against my palm. She nods and starts moving again, slower now, muffled gasps slipping between my fingers.

Her nails dig into my chest. She rolls her hips in tight, fast circles, chasing her own release with zero concern for anything else. I know her type. Girls who know how to fuck but never learned how to feel.

I help her along, gripping her ass, letting her ride the friction while I keep her body close and my head somewhere far away. I should be more into this. She's hot. Tight. Responsive. The kind of girl most guys would beg for.

But all I can think about is how off it feels.

Too wet. Too quick. Too fake.

She clenches around me with a sharp cry, her whole body shaking as she comes. I keep my hand over her mouth, holding her in place while she rides it out. It’s a solid performance. Almost convincing.

I let go of her mouth just as the last tremor runs through her.

“You okay?” she whispers, breathless and smiling.

“Yeah,” I grunt, still moving beneath her. I’m close, too close to stop now. I grip her hips tighter and thrust up hard a few times, chasing my own release without flair. A few seconds later, I finish with a low groan, head falling back against the wall behind me.

Silence settles over us, sticky and sharp.

She climbs off and fixes her hair in the mirror like nothing happened.

I toss the used condom in the trash and pull my pants back up, my body relaxed, but my mind still wired. Still hollow.

She turns and flashes me a wink. “Told you it was gonna be good.”

I smirk, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. “Yeah. Real good. I'd give you a solid three and a half stars.” My eyes slide close and I let the last bit of my euphoria wash over me.

"What?"

"Huh?" I blink my eyes open.

"Did you just say that I was a 3 star lay?"

Fuck, did I say that out loud again? I really never learn. "Don't forget the third star. It really does count." I quickly fix my pants and grab hold of my cut that's hanging on the back of the chair.

"You unimaginable asshole... how the hell-"

I cut her off before she can get all the way worked up. She's not my woman and she knew that this was all for a good time. If she thought she was going to get more out of me tonight it's best I let her down now.

"I'm heading out of here sweetness. You have a good night." I reach in my pocket and pull out four bills. She never gave me a price and I don't usually pay for a lay but I can at least compensate her for her time she missed out on the floor. I drop the money in her hand and she looks from the greenbacks back up to my face. Once again that look of utter confusion plastered on her expression.

If I were any other man I'd stay and try to comfort her. If I were any less of an asshole I'd do my best to ease her confusion. But I'm not. I tried to do the good guy thing before and it only got me burned in the process. I'm not going through that again.

I fix my clothes, nod once in Lacy's direction before I walk out of the back room and through the dim club. A few other women try to get my attention but I'm not in the mood to entertain anyone else tonight. Usually after I get a piece of trim I'm in a much better mood but tonight it's almost as if getting my rocks off has done nothing but make me all the more tense.

I'm not looking forward to going back to the clubhouse tonight. I think I'll just stay at the shop. My room in the back is bigger than the one in the clubhouse anyway.

Almost on autopilot I hop on my bike and make my way back toward the clubhouse.

Why am I slowing down?

Before I can make it to the block, I pass by Melissa's house. I'm happy to see the short term fix I used to get the lights back on is still working. Even if I know I'm going to have to come back and do a better job.

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