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Screas right He really was a fucking pussy His left hand cra him realize his fists were clenched at his sides

With a sigh, he shook out his hand, then tucked his spent cock back in his pants and pushed off the wall As he stepped out of the room and turned toward the stairs, he froze

Jazz stood in the hallway, halfway between the staircase and where he now stood He sed as nerves tickled his throat Had she run into Screw on her way up? Though he barely knew Screw, the guy sure see about his conquests And after Jazz told him to back the fuck off? Yeah, he’d probably rubbed her face right in it

“Hey…” he said, taking a slow step forward

She gifted hih she didn’t run screa either, so et in her pants sucking hio

Jesus what a clusterfuck A twisted triangle of desire, denial, and now…secrets

“Hey”

“So, tonight…” She shifted then rubbed her upper ar-sleeved sweater she wore

“Sucked ass?”

Jazz laughed and sout dissipated “Think I’ve had enough for the night I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hang out longer…”

The quiver of uncertainty in her voice had his chest tightening Regret, remorse, frustration…desire Such a pool of powerful e to Jazz

To anyone

“Nah, I’m more than ready to take off”

“Ok, great,” she said on a rush of exhaled air She stood and waited for hiht set of her shoulders andsht had affected her From what he knew of this new version of Jazz, she loved the men and wo to the her