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her wet vagina. She grabbed his head. “This pussy is yours.”
    Moments later, he was pushing his penis in as far as it would go. “Yeah, muthafucka! I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” He turned her over on her stomach and plunged hard. He slapped
    her ass.
She bit down on the pillow and yelled, “Harder!”
They went at it for twenty minutes. She’d ridden him. He’d sexed
    her from the spoon position to the missionary position. She had tears streaming down her face now.
JoJo stood and put on his boxers.
Nia looked at his body and smiled. He had a basketball player’s frame—tall, lean, abs as solid as steel. She loved the way he made her feel. He stimulated her physically as well as mentally.
He turned and smiled at her.
She just lay there, unwilling to move, the sheet half covering her naked body.
He walked over and yanked it away.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Why are you just lying there? What are you thinking about?”
“I was just thinking that maybe me and you should run away; you know, blow this spot. I mean I hate this life of being a hustler’s wife. I feel like one of those chicks in a Vickie Stringer or Danielle Santiago novel. There has to be more to life than this.”
He looked toward the window. “I know. This shit has gotten old to me, too.”
She licked her lips. “I want you, JoJo. I want you all to myself.”
He contemplated something before saying, “You know that can’t be possible. I mean, you have a man—my best friend at that.”
“Come on. Get off that best friend bull shit. If he was really your best friend you wouldn’t be fuckin me.”
“I don’t like this shit.” He put his shirt on and buttoned it. “I can’t go on like this, and I feel bad every time we have sex. And now you done went and caught feelings and shit … I thought this was just supposed to be a fuck thing and nothing more.”
Nia rose from the bed and picked up her undergarments from the floor, shoving them in her overnight bag. “I know I’m not supposed to catch feelings, but I enjoy being with you, and the dick is good.” She smiled.
“I know I got skills. Right?”
“I’ve had better.” She blushed and revealed her dimples.
“Yeah, right. That’s why your ass is talking about running away with me.”
She stepped into the bathroom, still completely naked.
JoJo’s eyes zeroed in on her ass.
“JoJo, come and take a shower with me,” she teased.
“I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause I’m going to wanna hit that ass again.”
“As if that would be a bad thing.”
JoJo kicked his boots off and stepped into the bathroom.
Nia was on her knees, her mouth open, waiting on him.

Chapter 6

“L isten, Tommy…” Alicia glanced over her shoulder. “I have to
    be going.”
“Can I call you?” He leaned against the glass door of the nail shop. “Sure, that’s why I gave you the number. But at this point, I can
    only see us being friends.”
“Why?”
“I think you’re a drug dealer.”
“How do you figure?”
She looked over at his Escalade but didn’t say anything. “The truck, huh?”
“I’ve dated hustlers before.”
“What happened?”
“They usually go to jail or get killed by rival drug dealers.” “I’ll call you, Alicia. Maybe you can help me rewrite that ending.” “Call me, Tommy. It was nice meeting you.”
*****
    Tommy and Nia sat on the sofa, counting money, putting it in thousand-dollar stacks—hundred-dollar bills on top then the twenties, tens and fives ... After they finished counting the money they stuffed it into Samsonite briefcases. The money totaled about two hundred thousand dollars. Nia got up and peered out the window. A peaceful street in suburbia, with SUV’s and European cars in every driveway. Nothing eventful ever happened on this street.
Tommy watched Nia carefully. “What’s wrong?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know, Tommy; I guess all this money in here is making me nervous. Somebody has to know about you.”
“Why do