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fucking hammer, and she
moans, shuddering as her pussy clenches around her fingers, and his cocks
swells in her lips. She jerks away from him and Jacobs snarls, yanking her to
her feet and spinning her.
    Charlie screams when he shoves into her, the long hot length of
his cock impossibly tight inside her. She shoves off the wall, pushing back
against him, and Jacobs leans into her. “ No,” he snarls, and grabs her elbows, pulling back until she can’t brace
herself, until she is on her tiptoes, her face pressed to the wall of the
shower, and his cock is fucking into her, over and over, with the efficient
skill he does everything.
    And she’s whimpering, her breath catching, rubbing against the
wall, her nipples tight little peaks.
    A thought, the only rational thing she can summon, crosses her
mind—is this what EJ feels, when Jacobs fucks her?
    He slams into her as the thought slams into her and she screams
again, sagging against the wall as her orgasm crashes against her and her cunt
clenches. Jacob curses and jerks free, and he’s coming, all over her back, his
fingers circling and pressing against her clit as she moans and rides out the
strongest orgasm she’s ever had.
    When she can breathe again, she straightens slowly. Jacobs leaves
as silently as he came, and she’s left alone, with the aftershocks of pleasure
and EJ looming too large in her mind.

 
 
    Chapter 10

 
    She's fucking him. The thought repeats in EJ's mind as she reaches
under the bar and comes up with a bottle of Patron. When she straightens, Josh
is standing on the other side of Jacobs’ expensive, oak bar, with its shiny
fucking curves and ostentatious length.
    The damn thing is a statement piece, just like everything else in
this fucking museum he calls a house. "You gonna drink that or throttle it?" Josh says, nodding at the bottle she's still
clutching.
    EJ glares and he smirks at her. For a moment, she wonders if he's
an idiot, or if he's deliberately provoking her.
    He's Jacobs’ business partner. Whatever else that might mean,
she's not so stupid as to believe that he's anything but brilliant.
    And gorgeous.
    "Let me," he says, watching her and he circles the bar,
until they're standing too close together. She should back up, give a little
ground. But she doesn't want to do that.
    She wants to claw Jacobs’ fucking eyes out for touching Charlie.
    "Shots," she murmurs, and his lips curve into a grin so
boyish and mischievous it's out of place.
    He helped them dispose of a body tonight, kept her drinking and
off the ledge of a panic attack. Anyone who can do that shouldn't also look
like a bashful, frat boy.
    "How do you know Jacobs?" she asks, abruptly.
    Josh shrugs, reaching past her. A knife is sitting on the bar and he
picks it up, lining up a lime and cutting with slow, careful strokes. She
watches him for a moment. Until he finishes slicing and reaches for the
tequila.
    "He's friends with my boss." he says, finally.
"You?"
    "I sell blow for him and we fuck occasionally," she says
flatly.
    Whatever reaction she's expecting, it isn’t the slightly bitter
laugh that he gives as he lifts a shot in mock salute. "Those
relationships are the ones that fuck us up the most."   
    She watches as he sprinkles a line of salt, licks it and throws
back the shot. His expression never changes as he sucks on the lime, and he
never once looks away from her.
    For a heartbeat, with his baby blues trained on her, and her
heartbeat pounding too loud in her ears, she forgets what’s happening. That
Jacobs vanished as soon as she arrived in the bar, and that right now, he’s
buried inside Charlie.
    Josh taps her on the cheek, a soft touch that is startling in its
intimacy, and she jerks back a half step. Meets his eyes. “Stop thinking,” he
says quietly.
    He offers the shot, and salt, patiently. She ignores the salt and
takes the shot straight, and he laughs a little at the face she makes.
    “Did your boss ever fuck your best friend?” she