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Briar straightened and gazed at Isa thoughtfully, biting his lip. “Good night.”
Isa pressed his back against the door and felt his face burn. That voice was going straight to Isa’s cock, and he had no defense against it.
Briar raised an eyebrow and there was a hint of a smile on his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Isa.” His voice was a low purr, and it made Isa’s breath hitch.
Isa closed his eyes. If he looked at Briar right now, he didn’t know what he was likely to do. Right now, he was painfully aware that there was nothing but a door between them and a bed.
He felt Briar touch his cheek and tuck something into his hand. Isa’s eyes flew open. He gaped at the phone in his hand before looking up to watch Briar’s broad back as he walked toward the elevator.
It took longer than Isa was proud of before he was able to gather his thoughts enough to unlock his door.
He’d become immune to the Briar’s voice sometime soon, right?
Chapter17
Isa
That was the start of a whirlwind string of days for Isa.
The next day, Isa had one final sitting for Briar’s team. During the sitting everyone—including Briar—was friendly and professional. But before the sitting, Briar had met Isa at his door, said “Good morning, Isa,” in a voice dripping with sin and proceeded to kiss him breathless against said door in front of god and everyone. Only after reducing Isa to a delicious mess did he deign to release him. Then he tidied Isa’s hair, took him firmly by the hand, and walked him to the studio.
When the sitting was over, Briar reclaimed Isa’s hand and walked him to the theater. Once there, he backed Isa into a dark corner and spent several minutes doing his best to make the boy forget his own name.
He succeeded.
Any time Isa had been able to fight through the waves of lust rolling through him, Briar would whisper something, anything to him in that sinful voice of his, and Isa would simply melt in his arms.
Isa was currently leaning against the inside of the door to his bedroom and trying to catch his breath after being dropped off by Briar. He touched the side of his neck where it stung sweetly.
Briar was a biter.
They weren’t hard bites. More like little love nips. It was as if Briar could barely stop himself from devouring Isa whole. And as long as he was in Briar’s arms, Isa was willing prey.
He had to do something. Avoiding Briar hadn’t worked. He seemed to have memorized Isa’s schedule down to the last second. And when Isa had tried compensating by leaving his room an hour earlier than usual, Briar had been sitting outside his door sketching.
The man was endlessly patient.
If anyone else had been paying Isa this kind of attention, he would be freaked out, but it was Briar. Isa had been drawn to him from the day they’d met. Having his attention felt like a drug, and it was making Isa forget why letting Briar have his way was a bad idea.
He'd tried to talk to Briar about it, tried to explain that he really wasn’t available for dating, but there was a problem with that. Every time Isa talked to Briar, Briar would talk back. And every time Isa heard Briar’s deep, sultry voice, his brain cut off and his libido kicked into overdrive.
Last night after rehearsals, Isa had found himself in the backstage stairwell, straddling Briar’s muscular thighs and rocking against him. Drowning in him. If someone hadn’t started testing the stage lights, Isa would have forgotten they were in public and done something bad. Like rip Briar’s shirt off so he could explore the hard, corded muscles that seemed to cover every inch of the man. When the lights began to flicker, he’d jumped off Briar like a startled rabbit and run away.
Briar hadn’t chased him, but the next morning he was at Isa’s door, Monster Energy in hand, and kissing him good morning like he had every right in the world to do so.
Isa needed backup. Now.
He grabbed a few necessities and made for Will’s room four floors up.
He would not bang on his friend’s door like he was being chased by zombies. No, instead he knocked very carefully, like a normal, sane person would.
“What is it, love?” Will took in his overnight bag and waved him inside. “You want a sleepover?”
Isa did his best to paste a smile on his face, trying for friendly rather than desperate. And he walked into his friend’s room, rather than scurrying like he really, really wanted to. “I wanted some best friend time. It’s been a while.”
“Sure has.” Will threw himself onto his bed with a bounce. “So, whatcha hiding from? Spill.”
“Hiding? Me?”
