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didn’t care.
    Jaime didn’t give two shits about Eric, but this man standing before her, ready to please, had been the woman’s fixation for years. He was the man Jaime was fucking when her phone missed and dialed her husband, unknowingly filling his voice mail up with the sounds of her being fucked well by her lover.
    Jessa stepped forward to look out the door and down the long and winding street. Sure enough, cars were lining the street outside of Jaime’s home. The bitch was there.
    But first things first.
    Jessa stepped back in the house and closed the door behind her, turning to eye Pleasure as she leaned back against the wood.
    “How did you get my number?” he asked.
    Jessa’s heart double-pumped, but she smiled smoothly. “You serviced one of my neighbors.”
    “Which one?” he asked.
    Jessa lifted a brow before she pushed up off the door and turned slowly with her hands up in the air slightly. “No guns. No shields. No police here,” she said with a laugh as she finished turning to face him.
    Pleasure smiled as he pushed his hands into the pockets of the black oversized sweats he wore with a black wife beater T-shirt.
    “But it was Jaime. Jaime Hall,” she said, her eyes on him.
    His eyes widened a bit before he frowned and licked his lips.
    “She told me you were a good fuck well worth the price and I just had to see it for myself,” Jessa added, walking up to him. “A thousand, right?”
    Pleasure nodded before he freed his hands to grab her waist and jerk her forward. He bent his head to press his mouth to hers, but Jessa turned her head slightly, causing his lips to land on her cheek instead. She cut her eyes up at him as he leaned back in surprise.
    “No kissing,” she told him softly but firmly. “I mean ... really, though?”
    Pleasure nodded in understanding as he stepped back from her. “No problem,” he assured her, even though his eyes glinted just a bit.
    Jessa knew her tone was slightly mocking, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t paying to placate him. She reached up and stroked his cheek and slid her hand down his bare muscled arm before she moved past him to take a seat on the stairs. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for dick today. Eat me,” Jessa said softly as she used her hands to press her knees apart. Wide.
    Pleasure crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her with an almost bored expression on his face. “I don’t eat pussy,” he countered, seeming to deliberately drag his tongue across his bottom lip.
    Jessa leaned back and pressed her elbows onto the stairs behind her. “Yes, but I can pay you enough to eat me ... but you can’t pay me enough to kiss you.”
    “Don’t be so sure.”
    Jessa nodded as if acknowledging a deft chess move before she raised her legs and raised her ass from the step to ease off her panties. She flexed her foot to toss the panties at him before spreading her legs wide again. “Five thousand dollars.”
    Pleasure eyed her as Jessa used her red-tipped fingers to spread her lips and expose her clit. She tingled and moaned in the back of her throat as she let her head fall back and her eyes closed.
    She smiled in pleasure and pure satisfaction when she suddenly felt the energy of his presence near her, moments before his hands replaced hers.
    Jessa’s hips thrust up at the first touch of a man. This man. Shit!
    “Five thousand,” he whispered hotly against the pulsing flesh of her pussy.
    Jessa licked her lips and nodded as she brought her hands up to cup the back of his head. “Humph. Everyone has a price,” she moaned as she eased his head forward until she felt the first cool touch of his mouth to her clit.
    Jessa’s entire body seemed to melt. It had been so long since her sex drive shifted out of park.
    Eric’s compulsion for her had killed any desire to bring a new man into her life. She had worried that even the sight of her with another man would truly push him over the edge.
    But now? Now Eric was in a place