Page 82 of The Jerk in Apartment 1B

She smiles. “Why don’t I just take it off?”

“It’s better if you leave it on.”

Because if she doesn’t, we will definitely end up in my bed. I’m doing my best here to control myself, but I have a limit, and we’re dangerously close to that limit.

“Hold this,” I say, waiting for her to take the bunched up fabric from me. When she does, I hook my fingers around her silky black panties and slide them down her legs.

She gasps. “What are you—”

“Finishing what I started,” I say, tossing her panties aside. I lift her up on the counter.

“I can’t,” she says, glancing at the counter. “It’s going to get dirty.”

I smile. “Damn right it’s going to get dirty.”

“I meant the counter,” she says.

“I’ve got cleaner,” I tell her, finding it humorous that she’s thinking about that.

I’m always learning something new about this girl. Like right now, I’ve learned she likes it when I shove her legs apart with my hands and rub her inner thighs while I put my mouth on her. She’s panting and moaning, her head tipped back as I work my magic. I don’t like to brag, but when it comes to this, I’m a master. I’ve perfected my technique over the years and had plenty of practice.

“Oh God,” Trina says, her legs trembling as my tongue moves faster while my fingers push deep inside her. She grips the edge of the counter and her back arches.

I look up and watch her as she comes. It almost makes me come myself, but I don’t. I’ll save this image for later, when I’m alone.

I take my hand from her and slowly stand up. “Need some help getting down?”

She doesn’t answer me, but her eyes flutter open and she gives me a crooked smile. She looks drunk.

I laugh a little. “You okay?”

“That was…” She takes a breath. “I don’t know how you did that.”

“It’s a talent of mine.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely talented when it comes to that.” She sits up, but then falls back on her hands. “I might need a minute.”

“Take all the time you need.” I go over to the bottle of water I had on the counter. I pick it up and take a drink.

“Tonight is now officially the best night I’ve ever had,” Trina says. “And definitely the best date.”

“Fake date,” I remind her as I walk back to her.

“It felt real.” She leans forward and puts her arms around my neck. “And it doesn’t have to end.” She smiles. “Let’s go to your room.”

“No.” I back away and her arms fall down to her sides. “We’re not doing that.”

“Why? Don’t you want to—”

“No. I don’t. Not with you.”

She jumps off the counter. “Not with me?” She shoves her dress down. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means what I said. I’m not doing that with you.”

“Why?” She huffs. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“You just broke up with the guy you were going to marry. You’re not thinking straight. I’m not letting you do something you’re going to regret later.”

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