Page 50 of Every Move You Make

Dell’s texting dots show up and disappear a few times, but I can’t wait and send him another text before he replies.

Robyn: I don’t think it is. I’m just going to focus on supporting him and the team for the time being.

Dell: Does that mean you want to end my flirt coaching?

Oh. I didn’t consider that. I guess we should, shouldn’t we? We only agreed to do this for a month, and there are still a couple weeks left. Building the confidence to get Zay to notice me as more than a friend was the whole purpose, but there’s no point in doing that now.

My mind whirls back to our kiss in the gym and how fucking right it felt. How I melted into Dell and lost my mind. How that rod between his legs searched for me.

Chewing on my lip, I hesitate before sending my reply.

Robyn: Maybe you could help me a little more? Get me ready for the dating pool? I don’t have the best track record with men

When he doesn’t respond right away, I worry that he might be rethinking the whole thing. Am I asking for too much? But I desperately want to know how far I can take this without officially crossing a professional line with him. Shit. We kind of have already, haven’t we? He has a rule about not dating his clients, but he said what we were doing wasn’t the same.

Dell: I can do that. Maybe let’s keep it a little quieter so Isaiah doesn’t suspectanything?

Yes!

Robyn: Sure! I don’t see why he would care tho. He’s my coach and not interested… but that’s fine with me!

Dell: I’ll come up with a game plan for us when you get back. Now go get some sleep!!

Robyn:

Finally setting my phone down, I step into the shower. The mirror and glass door are already fogged up as I inhale deeply. Hot water cascades down my body and drenches my long hair. Taking a washcloth, I pump body wash and lather up, gently scrubbing off the long day of travel. I give my trap a good squeeze, wishing someone was here to massage away the stiffness, and I sink into the idea of Dell doing it. Or maybe my sexy coach enters my room unannounced, slipping into the shower behind me and digging his thumbs into my shoulders until my chest heaves.

My thoughts are crowded with both Isaiah and Dell washing me. Roaming hands brush against my aching breasts and between my legs—constantly moving, never lingering long enough. Their imposing bodies cage me between them as they kiss and nip down my neck.

Yes. More.

My fingers find the apex of my thighs, and I regretfully wish that damn blue team dildo was in here with me. Not that I’ve used Roger. Oh god, have other people used it? No. There’s no way the whole team is sharing a sex toy. This is notThe Sisterhood of the Traveling Dildo.

Focus,sexy dream Dell whispers in a husky voice.

Ope.I bite my lip to keep from smiling.Yes sir.

Leaning against the shower wall, I imagine Isaiah is behind me, his brawny arm wrapped under my chest as he applies pressure to my clit. Dell cups my breast and theother is engulfed by his mouth, pulling and sucking, like he’s taking his own pleasure from it. His other hand finds my pussy and he sinks two fingers deep inside.

The need to wrap my legs around him and grind overpowers me, but I stay planted—my arousal building like a storm with every convulsion of my inner walls. Frenzied fingers take control and I’m only seconds away.

Come for us, Robyn,Isaiah rumbles in my ear.Come on our fingers.

With one more delicious tweak to my nipple, my body releases the impending wave as my fingers sweep me over the crest.

Falling into a heap on the shower floor, I succumb to the high and relish in it.

Fuck.

I wonder how many more of those I can get in before Serwaa comes back?

Chapter 20

Tough Loss

Isaiah

Pulling into my dad’s driveway, I notice Jonah’s SUV is parked, and my jaw drops for two reasons. First he’s not late and second, he got his vehicle back from his druggie neighbor without a scratch on it. I mean, without any more scratches on it. Shaking my head, I step out of my SUV and head to the front door.

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