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She was funny.

Didn’t act impressed by my money.

Would order some expensive shit at dinner, taste mine, decide mine was better and proceed to eat half my fucking plate like she ain’t have the exact same menu sitting in front of her.

She talked about the hospital.

Her kids.

Her patients without giving me shit she wasn’t supposed to.

Her mama.

Nesha’s crazy ass.

She’d complain about Xay sometimes, but surprisingly not as much as I thought she would.

And the sex?

Fire.

Straight fucking fire.

Enough that I understood exactly why Xay keeping this woman in some little sweet girl box had frustrated her for so long.

His loss.

My gain.

Literally.

She came first. Shaking. Hand over her mouth. Pussy gripping me so tight I followed right behind her.

Pulled out this time.

Came on her ass with a low groan and my hand and still on her hip.

We stopped and hurried.

She yanked her suit back into place. I fixed my trunks. Both of us breathing like we’d been running.

Sam leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath.

I fixed my swim trunks.

She looked at me.

“You’re a bad influence.”

I frowned. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“You the one agreed to come in here.”

“You pulled me in here.”

“Did you leave?”