Damn…she’s good.

Too fucking good.

There’s no way this is her first time carpet munching.

Grabbing the back of her head, I force her to look at me. “You enjoy eating pussy, don’t you?”

Her hooded eyes and the way her tongue comes out for another taste tells me all I need to know.

Ironic given her father is a rich senator who openly hates gay people.

Pleasure sizzles up my spine as her hot mouth suctions around my clit. “Fuck. Just like that.”

She moans, her movements picking up speed and I swear I see stars.

Jesus Christ. She’s so fucking good.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, writhing against her face. “On second thought, maybe we can work something out.”

Unlike Morgan, I’m not into girls, but I have no problem offering my pussy up for her to dine on from time to time.

Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whose mouth is responsible for it, an orgasm is still an orgasm.

That said, I’m not dumb enough not to take the opportunity to score a little blackmail for safekeeping.

Reaching for my phone, I press the record button.

That’s when I notice movement out of the corner of my eye.

My stomach clenches as I take in a dark, shadowy figure watching us.

With a phone in his hand.

It occurs to me that I have two options.

I can make Morgan stop and send her home.

However, if I do that it will no doubt alert our little stalker that I’m on to him and give him the opportunity to book it.

Therefore, I’m better off letting her finish me off before I confront him.

Reaching down, I grab the back of her neck. “More.”

Her mouth latches onto my clit and my legs begin trembling as ripples of pleasure rip through me like a tornado in an empty field.

My orgasm is so intense, I almost forget there’s some freak watching us.

Until he comes into focus and I realize he isn’t just some random freak after all.

He’s Stone DaSilva.

My arch enemy.

Motherfucker. This just went from bad to worse.

“Go home,” I tell Morgan as I slide off the hood of her car. “Now.”

Her mouth drops open. “Seriously—”

“Yes,” I hiss.

I need her to leave so I can take care of Stone on my own. I don’t want her to know he was recording us because she’ll just freak out and make everything worse and then he’ll never give up the goods.

I just have to reason with him.

And if that doesn’t work…well, I’m not opposed to using other tactics to get what I want.

Morgan’s expression is full of hurt as she drives off…at the same time Stone starts running away.

Not so fast, asshole.

Sucking in a breath, I chase after him.

Given I’m in such good shape, I’m on his heels in seconds.

“Fucking hell,” he exclaims as I land on top of him.

“Give me the phone. Now.”

He has the nerve to laugh. “Not a chance.”

We wrestle on the dock for the better part of a minute.

Unfortunately, it ends with him on top of me, pinning me to the ground. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

I narrow my gaze. “Did you enjoy the show?”

The bulge pressing against me tells me he did. Gross.

His expression hardens. “You mean the one where you manipulated that poor girl into—”

“Morgan didn’t do anything to me she didn’t want to do.”

Unless he’s blind, it’s obvious everything that happened between us was consensual.

Grunting, he stands up. “I heard everything, Bianca. You implied you wouldn’t give her a spot on the team unless she pleasured you.” He jabs a finger in my face. “There’s a word for that, you know.”

As if. “You must have missed the part where she was very clearly enjoying herself.” I drop my eyes to his crotch. “And by the looks of things, she wasn’t the only one.”

I swear I hear his teeth clack. “That’s not the point.”

Hands on my hips, I glare at him. “Then pray tell, what is the point of your little moral temper tantrum, DaSilva?”

He groans. “I am so tired of all you fucking Covingtons thinking you own the world and can do whatever you want to people.” Face twisting, he gestures to his phone. “I can’t wait to give you a dose of your own medicine.”

Yeah, that won’t be happening.

“You do realize if you show people that you’ll be ruining Morgan’s life, too, right?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’ll blur her face out.” His teeth flash white. “Can’t say the same for you though.”

Well, shit. He’s clearly put some thought into this.

Not a problem. Everyone has a price.

Even moral assholes like Stone.

“How much do you want?”

He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Do you honestly think you can buy me off?”

Duh.

“You’re poor as shit,” I remind him. “Of course I can buy you off.” Pulling out my own phone, I log into my PayPal account. “Just tell me how much it will take to make this little problem go away so we can both move on with our lives.”

He laughs, but there’s no humor. “Wow.”

“Wow, what?”

He brushes past me. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m sure all the creeps on Pornhub will love watching you come just as much as I did.”

He’s almost at the end of the dock when I call out, “So you did enjoy it.”

I knew it.

Flipping me the bird, he keeps walking.

Thinking quick, I sprint over to his car before he gets inside. “Look, there has to be something you want.”

His stare is downright venomous. “I don’t want a damn thing from you.”

That’s not possible.

Bile surges up my throat as it becomes clear to me what I’m going to have to do to get his phone.

I have no choice, though because I’m not going to let him put that video on a porn site.

Taking his hand, I place it on my tit. “Everyone wants something, Stone.”

Including nosy, broke losers like him.

He yanks his hand back like he’s been burned. “Not interested.”

The tenting in his jeans tells me that’s bullshit.

“You sure about that?” Trailing a finger up his stomach, I lean in. “You sure you don’t want to force me on my knees?” I lick the shell of his ear. “Make the wicked princess suck you off.”

When I was fourteen, I paid Bradly Benson one-hundred dollars to teach me how to give a good blowjob.

He’d recently come out as gay, so I figured he was the best person to ask.

And he was.

He was also the best person to practice my lessons on.

Therefore, I’m capable of doing things to Stone that will make his head spin and his toes curl.

Poor, sweet Stone looks like he’s fighting an internal battle with himself.

It would almost be comical if it wasn’t so serious.

“Come on, Stone.” I palm his growing cock through his jeans. “Stop being a good boy and teach me a lesson.”

I’m fully expecting him to turn me down, but to my surprise he grunts, “Get on your knees.”