Page 102 of Every Move You Make

“She just came in.”

“Sorry,” she says. “Are you on the phone?”

“Yeah, but it’s Dell. Do you wanna talk to him?” She slips in and closes the door behind her as my heart rate picks up. “Someone wants to talk to you, baby,” I tell him.

Robyn opens the covers and shimmies in, sidling up next to me and laying her head on my chest. Blood begins to rush to my groin at the thought of anything more happening between us, but I do my best to squash it and hand her an earbud. Dell pushes pauses on the podcast.

“Hey,” she smiles.

“Hey, darlin’. How are you?”

She settles into me further and rubs her face against me like a cat. “Sleepy, but perfect now that I can touch him.”

“Where are you touching him?” he asks.

“I’m laying on his chest, and he has his arm around me.”

“Mmm.You’re being very naughty sneaking into his room like that.”

“It’s nothing compared to the naughty things I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“Robyn, please,” I say. “I’m already fighting my dick for control here. You shouldn’t even be in my room.”

“No one saw me,” she says coyly, playing with my chest hair.

“Yeah,” Dell says. “No one saw her.”

“Who’s side are you on?” I ask him.

“The one who wants to break the rules and get sexy.”

“Me. I’m the one,” Robyn replies.

“Oh god,” I groan, and my cock raises to attention as if to sayme too!

“Do you want me to take away your choice again, Isaiah?” Before I can say anything, Robyn licks my nipple and tugs it between her teeth.Oh fuck.

“H-h-how much did you have to drink tonight?” I stammer.

“Just the two beers,” she whispers, and she flicks her beautiful tongue across my beading nipple again.

“I’ll give you one chance to bow out,” Dell says.

I know I want this and I know it’s wrong. I know there are players sleeping above us and the risk is high. But Robyn Cassidy is in my arms, and her hips are pushing into me. Her perfect mouth is on my chest. Why the hell am I waiting?

“I want this,” I say.

“Good,” Dell drawls. “I want you both to listen to me and do everything I say. Zay, What are you wearing?”

“Boxer briefs.”

“Keep them on, but take off her clothes.”

“Okay,” I say, and I make quick work to pull off her soft, stretchy pants, along with her panties and T-shirt. “Jesus.”

“Her tits are perfect, aren’t they?” I can’t form words right now so I just whimper like a simp. “Sit against the headboard, Zay, and have her lay against your chest. Spread your legs wide and position her against you.”

As I’m situating myself, Robyn asks, “Do you want us to switch to video?”

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