Page 61 of All Twerk, No Play

My head shook on its own. It would be bad enough that Eric would see me sweat, but doing it in front of that many people? Hard pass.

“I’ll give you the friend and family discount."

“Don’t. No more friends and family discounts, because you’re friends with everybody. I can afford to pay you full price, so you’ll take my money.”

A negotiation, finally. “I’m not going to your classes, but I’ll pay your VIP rates for private running coaching.”

“I don’t have VIP rates.”

“You do now,” I said. “This city is full of people who want exclusivity. Your reputation is established, time to reap the benefits.”

He opened his mouth, clearly ready to fight back, when a loud knock came at the door.

”You expecting somebody?” he asked, wiping his mouth with a paper towel.

I shook my head. “Does anybody know you’re here?”

“Mrs. Nupp from 203 saw us come in last night.”

”That won’t cause a problem with your ‘no sex with tenants’ policy?”

“She saw you stumbling, no way would she think that.” He snorted and I winced. “But she has issues with her sink, mostly after her grandson’s visit. I’ve pulled more Batman figurines out of her disposal…”

The knock came again, and he stood and swung open the door.

A familiar high-pitched voice hollered, “Cruz, what are you doing here?”

And then I ran.

"Bang Bang," Jessie J. featuring Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj

Cruz

“Cruz!Whatareyoudoing here?” Mallory screeched, lifting on her toes to peek into Victoria’s apartment. Kate’s surprise shifted into a teasing grin.

Victoria would be mortified if I shared about the noise complaint, or how she'd been a heartbroken mess.

Or how after she’d thrown up, I guided her to the bathroom and held her hair while she puked. I’d turned on her shower and removed her messy shirt and mine, encouraging her to rinse off while I tossed our clothes in her washer. When I returned to the bathroom, she was slumped over, half passed out on the tile floor in just her lacy bra and her wool trousers.

I’d helped her upright and coaxed her out of the pants, revealing a tiny thong that barely covered anything and … oh, sweet baby Jesus in a manger.

She slurred a threat: “If you call me Firecrotch, I’ll have you murdered.”

I bit my knuckle, meeting her eyes with a vow. “Never.”

Her lids narrowed with a murmured, “No, you wouldn’t, would you?”

I wouldn’t tell them about how she turned around to show me that juicy ass as she climbed in the shower and … just stood there, leaning against the wall. Shit, was she falling asleep?

I took a deep breath, dropped my jeans and climbed in after her, trying my best to stay unaffected as she leaned into my chest to keep herself upright.It wasn’t easy, with her moaning along to every press of my fingers into her scalp, murmuring, “Fuck, maybe I could come just from this.”

“Not now,Cobrita,” I begged. She was sick, but I would struggle to keep my touch above her neck if her hand dropped below her waist.

I wouldn’t tell them how once I got her safely into bed, I thought maybe I could go back downstairs and jerk off to the R-rated memories playing on a loop: the wet hair down her back, the gentle curve of her tits, the flare of her hips and the plump swell of her ass.

I was ready to leave her alone in bed, a bucket beside her nightstand … until her fingertips touched the inside of my wrist. “Can you stay? Please?”

She pulled back the blankets and patted the sheets until I slid in. She curled up on my chest, made me promise to come back after class and fell asleep.

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