Page 48 of False Start

"I'll call the super first thing in the morning," I promise. Cory shakes his head emphatically.

"The super who's already gone months without fixing it? The one whose voicemail and inbox are full?Thatsuper?"

I pull him down onto the couch and put my legs in his lap to distract him. He strokes them absently, but his jaw is still clenched.

"I see your point. But what do you want me to do? I may be handy with a sewing machine, but I don't know how to install a whole lock. Plus, I'd have to coordinate with my neighbors, or someone's going to get locked out."

"Do you have their numbers?" he asks in a stern tone that starts a tingle between my legs. Great. I'll go ahead and add "getting aroused at inappropriate times" to the list of topics for my next session with Dr. Jamison.

"I do."

"Well, then tomorrow, we'll call all of them and let them know we're hiring a locksmith. When the locksmith's done, we'll make sure everyone gets new keys."

"We?" I practically squeak. He turns to me, fire in his eyes.

"Yes,we. That way I know it's done and I won't be worried my girl is living in a building anyone can just waltz into. I mean,Denise. What if it hadn't been me tonight?"

He's breathing hard, like a bull ready to charge, and I lean my forehead against his, my tone contrite.

"You're right. We'll get a new lock tomorrow."

We stay like that for a few more breaths until he settles back against the couch. I quirk an eyebrow at him.

"You were about to go Super Saiyan for a second there," I joke. He cracks a smile.

"Wrapped in skintight leatherandshe's a DBZ fan? Denise, I can only get so hard." The look in his eyes is lecherous and his fingers start to squeeze the thick flesh of my thighs.

"But wait," I say through a giggle. "Won't I get in trouble for changing the building locks without permission?"

Cory's eyes are burning embers once more.

"So we'll make him a fucking key. A lock is a safety issue, and he's been completely unreachable. If he tries to hassle you, I'll have my brother deal with him. No landlord wants to get caught putting their tenants at risk."

Hearing Cory be so protective of me, even offering his brother's help, does something to my insides. I'm so used to being on my own, and here comes this Finance bro, who a year ago I wouldn't even havetalkedto, sticking up for me.

I put my foot in his lap and rub through his pants until I feel the telltale bulge.

"What are you doing, D?" he asks, though he widens his legs so I have better access.

"Seeing you get all riled up on my behalf has me feeling some type of way, Cory."

His chuckle is pained.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," I purr, stroking up and down his length. "How about we bring this to the bedroom so I can thank you in advance for fixing my lock?"

Without another word, Cory hoists me up into his arms, my knees in the crook of his elbow, and carries me to the bedroom. I try to ignore the flutter in my heart at how easily he picked me up, but it's impossible. Being manhandled justdoesit for me.

Cory kicks the door open and tosses me onto the bed, sending Madame Clawdette scurrying. I'll give her an extra treat tomorrow to make up for it. When he rips off his Goku wig, I stifle a giggle, but the impulse quickly dies because Cory tearing off his shirt, exposing wide expanses of marble smooth skin and taut muscles, is no laughing matter.

"God, you're beautiful," I say before I think better of it. He lifts a corner of his mouth.

"I was going to say the same thing, though I'm not sure you need all those clothes.Strip."

The last word is a command, sharp and strong, like a teacher rapping on the desk with a ruler. My pussy squeezes involuntarily. I rub my thighs together to increase the friction, but Cory catches my knees and widens them.

"Ah, ah, ah, Denise. Not without me. Strip, or you get a handprint on that perfect ass of yours."

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