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him.
    He was checking me out! Not imagining things either. From my toes to my eyes he raked my body.
    “Your roommate is entertaining. Do you have a robe, Bekah?”
    Oh my God. I was in a damn thong and tank! No wonder he was checking me out. I quickly grabbed my robe and threw it over my body. That poor man.
    “I’ll wait while you shower.” I swear I heard a growl escape his chest when he left my room.
    Stupid girl, stupid romantic notions. Stupid panties getting stupid wet thinking about that stupid man.
    I walked out and Drew and Tiff were at the breakfast bar. I gave her the dirtiest look I could come up with, she was gonna pay for it. I swear to God she was in sooo much trouble. Why that little twit pushed me was beyond me!
    I looked at the clock in the bathroom, he was ten minutes early. What a way to wake up.
    GOD!

Momma Gonna Knock me out
     
    Zandor
     
    “She’s not a morning person?” I smiled at her roommate.
      “Actually , she usually is. The past couple weeks…” She squealed when her boyfriend picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
    “Nice to meet you , Zandor. I’m Drew by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it. “I’m gonna go get Tiffany ready for her day.”
    He started walking down the hall and Tiffany squeezed his ass and then waved at me as he turned to shut the bedroom door behind them.
    The apartment was pretty cool. Brick walls, exposed pipes running across the ceiling, low-hung large windows, and wall-mounted radiator heating. It was clearly an old building that had been loved and maintained and had survived Sandy.
    I heard the bathroom door open behind me and I glanced at the mirror hanging on the wall. I watched through it as she threw a little silent tantrum behind my back in amusement. I didn’t want her to stop. She was wrapped in that black robe, mock stomping her feet and hands fisted. Feisty little kitty. I was gonna tie her up, render her motionless. Take every delicious inch of those tits in my mouth and then fuck her senseless.
    She must have noticed me watching her because she stopped . “Go get ready, Bekah. We’re already late.”
    Her mouth snapped shut and she stormed past me into her room and slammed the door. As luck would have it , the door didn’t latch. You bet your ass I took full advantage. I watched her bend over and had to force myself not to walk in there and take that ass. Fuck, it’s a nice ass, round, full, delicious. I wanted to bite it, lick it, suck it, and fuck it. I wanted that ass more than I wanted my next breath.
    FUCK! I was doing real well until that. Two mother fucking weeks of restraint, two weeks of smelling that sweet peach scent in the air every time she was near. Two weeks of keeping my shit together.
    She stepped into a pair of underwear and pulled them up. She reached for her pants. My cock stood at immediate attention when I saw the ‘S’ splayed across that already spectacular vision. It may stand for Superman but my dick didn’t know that. He thought that stood for Steel, as in my last name, as in she was already mine, marked for me right now. I had to get the hell out of here.
    “I’ll be in the car!”
    Fuck, fuck, fuck. I slammed the door and tried real hard to stop my cock from going full on steel.
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    She got in and shut the door. “Sorry.”
    She was breathy like she rushed. She sure didn’t look like she rushed. Fuck!
    “Yeah, seat belt .” I looked over at her and I swear she looked hurt, but that changed real quickly to a scowl.
    “No big deal…”
    “I really could have walked,” she whispered, opening her bag and pulling out another bag.
    She pulled down the visor . “No mirror?”
    “Nope, what do you need that shit for anyway?”
    “Make-up?”
    I nodded.
    “I’m a girl.”
    “So you cover your face?”
    “Says the guy with tattoos.”
    “That’s art , Bekah.”
    She opened those baby blues wide as she penciled under her eyes . “So is this. Making the eyes pop a