The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

I didn’t even bother to close the door. Charging across the street, I was seconds from throwing Jules over my shoulder. My hard on made it hard to run, but we came to a not-so-gentlemanly agreement to suffer through the sprint for the reward at the end of the tunnel—Jules. I was so pissed we’d gotten that pole removed from my bedroom when we moved into The Brothel last year. Catching random people doing their own strip shows in my room wasn’t exactly the best way to get any studying done—and it also gave the wrong impression about me. Damn, that would’ve been a sight to see—Jules in my bedroom showing off her skills. But this was better. This was so much better. Her house was empty. No one to interrupt. No one to see everything she was going to show me. All those times I’d seen her in her room through the shades and I’d thought it was just her dancing. She was dancing, alright. On a freaking pole. And I wasn’t going to miss this next performance for the world. “Ah, Berk, what are we doing?” She stumbled to keep up, her sneakers slapping on the pavement. I turned to look at her over my shoulder. “You can’t drop the pole dancing bomb after that move