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“Will he ever walk again?” Jonah asks, and I can’t tell if he’s serious or not. “Oh my god, now you’re going to have to join the wheelchair rugby team. Not that that’s a bad thing. They’re fucking animals. You’ll fit right in. But I’m gonna miss you, bro.”
“And I’d like to watch your chest flush when you catch me appreciating your body. Just. Like. That.”
“Then show me,” his deep, velvety voice purrs. “Be a good boy and dance with me.” When I don’t move out of pure paralysis from being in his presence, he slides a possessive hand down my side and grabs my ass. Oh my god. He’s hard. He’s hard against me. Hard for me? “That wasn’t a question, Isaiah. Dance with me1
I’ve never danced with a man. I’ve never had a man built like a Greek god look at me the way he is—like he wants to devour and punish me at the same time. He holds me and dances like he did with Robyn. Where is Robyn? I think, and turn my head to search for her. A firm grip jerks my chin back, and I’m staring back into his chocolatey eyes. “I didn’t say you could look at her. You look at me.” I swallow and nod because I’m fucking lost. I’m down bad. “You’re not my client tonight, Isaiah. You’re just mine.”
“You were it for me, Robyn. Until…” he eyes train on me, “until I fell for him too.”
“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?”
“Which is why I will be making the decisions from here. You chose to make her miserable in wanting you. You also chose to make yourself miserable in wanting her. You chose to stalk her and cockblock her. And now that you’ve had your taste, you’re going sit over there on that weight bench, and you’re going to watch me fuck her.”
“You keep that up and I’m going to rip that IUD out.” “Jesus,” Isaiah mutters. “I think I just got pregnant.”

