Page 43 of Payoff Pitch

“My sister has a lot of…suitors. She’s a busy girl.”

He tilts his head to the side. “I imagine you have plenty ofsuitorstoo. Honestly, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He’s staring at my lips.

I hold my breath. Is he going to kiss me? I’m wondering if this is a fantasy, but it’s not. This is real. Tanner Montgomery’s lips are moving toward mine. His hand tentatively touches my waist.

I inhale his distinguishable scent. My nipples immediately harden. There’s no denying it. I want him. Badly.

I close my eyes as his mouth moves closer to mine, but before our lips can meet, we hear a deep voice yelling something in Spanish.

The warmth of Tanner’s hand and body withdraws. I open my eyes and see a look of shock on his face. “Is that Cheetah?”

I nod. “It is. They left together just before you arrived.”

He steps further away from me. “I should…umm…go. Have a good night.”

I blow out a breath as he steps into the elevator and the doors close.

So close. Even if only for a moment, he wanted me.

I slip in my AirPods and turn on my playlist before entering my apartment. Without even bothering to glance at her den of sin, I walk straight into my room, past the pile of clearly discarded clothes on the floor, and close my door.

With music blaring in my ears, I slip into my pajamas, brush my teeth, and get into bed. I toss and turn for a few minutes before bringing my hand to my lips. Tanner was so close to kissing me. I wanted it.Reallywanted it.

I reach over into my drawer and grab my vibrator. My real vibrator, not the massive porn dick that Kam bought me.

Pulling down my shorts and panties, I run the vibratorthrough me. I’m already wet. Spending time with him seems to have that effect on me. There’s something about the way he controls things. His conversation on the phone earlier today. His car. All of it is so attractive to me.

I slide it in and close my eyes, trying to imagine it’s him. Seeing the contents of that wooden chest today has my mind reeling as to what he’s into. I’ve never done anything that kinky but find myself wanting to experience it with him. I can only imagine the way he must dominate a bedroom. He dominates everything in his life. I want to be dominated by him.

Would he tie me up? Would he spank me with that paddle? Being at Tanner Montgomery’s mercy sounds like just about the best thing I can imagine.

I pump the vibrator in deep. Tanner is a big man. I bet he’s big everywhere.

And his lips. They’re plump for a man. Women pay thousands of dollars for lips like those. I almost felt them tonight. Tracing my fingers over my nipples, I imagine they’re his mouth moving all over my body.

What would that sexy beard feel like on my face? Between my legs? What would it look like covered in me?

That’s my tipping point. I come with images of his face buried between my legs, my juices dripping from his beard after he makes me come.

Just as I finish, I hear a screeching so damn loud that I know it’s not from sex.

I quickly slip back into my panties and shorts before running out of my room. I’m definitely not prepared for what I see. Cheetah is naked, running around like a madman. There’s water literally pouring out of Kam’s room, immediately saturating our living room carpeting. She walks out, completely nonchalantly, as naked as the day she was born as if it’s not Niagara Falls in our apartment.

She smiles at me. “He fucked me so hard thatmy waterbed burst.” She scrunches her nose. “Damn, I was seconds away from another orgasm. Such a bummer.”

“That’sthe bummer? That you didn’t haveanotherorgasm? Not the flood happening in our apartment or the one below?”

Cheetah is throwing towels at her room as if it makes any difference. It’s like trying to drain a swimming pool with a sand bucket.

I look closely at him and turn to Kam. “Why are his balls absurdly large?” I’ve honestly never seen balls that big in my life.

She nods. “I know, right? And he likes them tickled. I might have a G-spot, but he has a B-spot. I think he could come from it.”

“If he tea-bagged you, you’d probably suffocate and die.”

She smiles. “Did you know that the female equivalent of tea-bagging is a flappachino?”