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“Show me how much.”
With a sly wink, she pressed two of those long, elegant fingers inside her. My breath hitched, and I rubbed my cock in motion to her thrusting fingers. I groaned as we both intensified pleasuring ourselves.
“I wish this was your cock instead of my fingers,” she panted.
“My cock is way bigger than two fingers.”
“You don’t need to remind me. I love your cock, especially when it’s buried inside me. For the next week, we’ll have to settle for hand jobs.”
I made another mental note to buy her a nice big vibrator.
“You know I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby,” I said through gritted teeth, as I fought to hold back my release. I wasn’t going before she did.
She thrusted harder and lifted her hips off the mattress while pressing her fingers inside deeper. I clenched my cock to the point the pressure was almost painful. Michella touched her clit, and she came with a loud shout of my name.
That was all I needed to join her in our own private nirvana.
ChapterTwenty-Three
A BLACK PRIUS
~~Michella~~
Briggs came home late tonight. I was giddy with excitement. I’d missed him horribly this past week, and all the sexting and phone sex in the world didn’t come close to the real flesh-and-blood man with those piercing blue eyes, hard muscles, and gruff voice.
I’d spent the week using all my social media stalking expertise to uncover every bit of information on the victims of the Rose City Killer. I created a couple fake accounts and friended multiple people who had some connection with the women or the locations. Once I was able to view their profiles, gathering information was surprisingly easy. My efforts impressed Carla. I wasn’t Penelope Garcia, but I was good at unearthing data from the internet.
Today I left work a little early to pay my rent, plus I couldn’t concentrate knowing I’d see Briggs soon.
The landlord allowed me to pay on the fifteenth instead of the first. I’d been so busy I hadn’t paid it yet and had also needed that paycheck on the fifteenth to afford the full amount owed. I hurried to the small office off the lobby, knowing they closed at five, and just made it. Janet, the new building bookkeeper/assistant, glanced up as I hustled in the door. She scowled when she saw me. I didn’t care much for her, and she didn’t care for me.
“I’m sorry I’m late with my rent. I had—”
“Save your excuses.” Her harsh gaze indicated she didn’t give a shit what my reasons were. I bit back a smart remark, but inwardly I let her know what I thought of her customer service skills.
Handing over my debit card, I wondered for the dozenth time why there wasn’t a way to pay online. The owners were old school. They took checks, too.
She ran my card and handed it back to me, along with a receipt, never looking up once. I glanced at the piece of paper in my hand and did a double take. I held it up for her to read while pointing at the figure at the bottom. “It says I paid twice what I did.”
The woman appeared confused until she saw what I was pointing at. “I’m sorry, I gave you the wrong receipt. This one shows both halves.”
“Both halves?”
“Yes, the half you pay and the half Mr. Pierce pays.”
“Mr. Pierce? Briggs Pierce?”
“Yes, sweet deal if you can get it. A hot hockey star like that paying half your rent.”
“What are you talking about?” I propped my hands on my hips and glared at her.
“Mr. Pierce pays half your rent. Didn’t you know that?” She smirked, enjoying my indignant confusion.
“Of course I did,” I lied, refusing to give her the satisfaction of having one up on me.
I’d thought the low rent on my apartment had been an incredible deal, but it wasn’t so incredible after all. Briggs had been secretly paying half of my rent since I’d moved in. There supposedly hadn’t been a first and last month’s rent or a damage deposit. He most likely paid that, too. I’d thought the affordability had been too good to be true. Now I knew it was.
I spun and stomped out the door. I was furious. He’d promised me he wouldn’t try to control me or take charge of my life, but he had, and he’d kept it a secret.
