Page 75 of Every Move You Make

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been low-key stalking me for years.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah, let’s not gloss over that.”

Robyn turns to me with an unapologetic look. “Is it wrong that I'm not that upset about it? It’s actually kinda sweet in a fucked-up way.”

I stifle a laugh. “Maybe cool it with the dark romance books.”

She turns back to him and sighs. “Zay, I would have been with you since college if you would have just asked. If I just would have known.”

“Our timelines never worked out. I was going to ask you out the day you told me you met Wyatt. By the time you were single again, I got the news that I was going to play for the Hornets. I couldn’t ask you to come with me and give up your future rugby career. So when you proposed that we make a marriage pact…”

“You took it to heart,” she finishes in a whisper. My own heart breaks for these star-crossed friends to lovers.

He nods and places his hands on her hips gently, like he’s afraid she'll book it out of here any moment. “And I took the head coaching job because I wanted to be closer to you.”

“Zay,” she whispers mournfully.

“I’m really sorry, Robyn,” he says and takes a step back, releasing her. “I’m sorry I put us in this position, but… I am your coach.”

“But,” she whines, “no one has to know.”

“It isn’t right.”

Itsk. “Says the man who’s been stalking her.” Two sets of eyes find mine and an idea takes root. “You know what I think?” I grin, stepping closer to them, my arms still foldedacross my chest. “I think you should kiss her.”

“Dell,” he pleads. “You know I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to. I’m telling you. You’ve spent years in your head about this. Wouldn’t it feel nice to have someone take the pressure off and give you the permission you’ve been craving?” Leaning in, I catch the slightest tremble in his breathing before I whisper in his ear, “All you have to do is obey. Nothing that happens here will be your decision. Would you like that? Would you like to be my good boy?”

“Yes.” He huffs his reply so fast, like it gives him relief just to say the word.

“Good. If it all becomes too much, you need to tell me to stop. Is that understood?” He nods, and I look at Robyn who nods as well. “Wonderful!” I jog over to the window where Chester and BooBoo Kitty are cuddled together, and I’m suddenly extremely grateful for these windows being one-way because I’m itching at the idea of having both of them naked and panting for me without onlookers.

Now’s not the time to try out my exhibition kink, but it is time to lock the cats in my office. “I’m sorry, guys,” I wince, setting them down on my desk and giving them each a quick peck. “Daddy doesn’t want to scar your innocent little heads. Ignore all the sounds you’re about to hear.”

On my way back, I dim the lights, and Isaiah’s hands flex as I approach. The pair of them haven’t moved an inch, waiting for me.

This is going to be fun.

Wordlessly, I take both of their hands and lead them to the closest wall, pushing Robyn’s back against it. Already my dick twitches. “You two have never kissed before?”

“No,” they say in unison, and I bite my lip.

“But you’ve wanted to. God, this is hot, okay,” I nod and whisper in Zay’s ear. “Try not to come in your pants this time.” He gives me a side eye and growls. I smirk, “No, no.Save the throaty moans for her.”

“Please Zay,” Robyn begs, skimming her hands up his chest. He leans closer and rests an arm above her head, the other pulling her hips to his.

“Go on. Kiss her like you’ve always wanted to.”

He hesitates, and I’m convinced he’s going to back away, but finally he leans all the way in and brushes his lips to hers. His dark beard presses against her pale skin, and her strong jaw meets his. Her fingers dig into his T-shirt, and she pulls him as close as possible. Twin sighs are released. Their kiss grows hungrier and the energy shifts between them. It’s like I’m witnessing a chemistry experiment go exceptionally, terrifically right. Their heads bob as tongues search for more and soft moans only encourage more ravenous behavior.

“Isn’t she terrible at kissing?” I tease, but neither of them seem to care that I’m here.

“No,” he says seriously, panting and unaware of my little inside joke with Robyn. With every roll of their tongues and nip of their lips, they grow more esurient. Soon her hands are slicing through the strands of hair at the back of his head and he’s bracketing her face.

Damn. I want in.

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