Page 93 of Explosive Prejudice

“Of course I’m happy,” I whispered over his lips. “But I told you I’d handle it.”

“You did say that.” He dragged out his words while running his hands over my shirt and down my body. “But you know how impatient I can get.” He cupped my growing erection over my pants, licking his lustful lips. “Looks like I’m not the only impatient one—”

I stopped him from unzipping me by grabbing his wrist and sat on the bed.

He propped himself on his elbows, pouting. “What’s wrong?”

“You shouldn’t be here. You promised not to come to the club.”

“I promised not to sleep with Dion,” he corrected. “But I never said I wouldn’t come here.”

I side-eyed him, not at all surprised by how he managed to find a way to do what he wanted, regardless of my warnings.

“Don’t give me that look.” His eyes darted to my crotch. “Especially not when he’s happy to see me.”

“Forget about my dick for one second.”

“That’s impossible.” He crossed his arms over his chest, making me grunt with frustration.

He was so annoyingly adorable.

“If you come here, you’re only going to get pissed off when you see me with clients.”

He put his finger over my lips, stopping me from talking.

Did he seriously just silence me?

“You see, that’s where you’re wrong.” A dirty smile pulled on his deviant lips. “You said you can’t quit because of Iván, and I respect that. So instead of letting old, miserable perverts buy your time, I’ll be the one to do it.”

“The hell?” I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to get his logic.

“I’ll make sure to book every possible session you have. I’ll be your one and only client. It’s a win-win situation, you see? You get to keep your job. Dion would keep getting his pocket fattened with my money, and I’ll keep getting dicked down by your enormous cock.”

“Hold on. You can’t always be here when I am. That’s impossible.”

He poked the inner side of his cheek.

“It’s irrelevant whether I’m here or not. I’ll still pay for your time. You can knit wool sweatshirts or jerk off to my image for all I care as long as you’re still obligated to me and me alone.”

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Obligated to you and you alone? Do I look like a dog to you?”

He grinned like a jackass. “Funny that you should ask—”

Charging at him, I pushed him to his back as we started to roll on the mattress, fighting for dominance. After a struggle, he ended up on top of me.

“So, you own me now?” I asked, my fingers caressing his thighs.

He moved his hands to my throat. “Absolutely.”

As much as I liked his hands there, I would much rather have mine around his. In a quick move, I grabbed his wrists, pushed his hands down, and flipped him over. Before he knew it, I was between his legs with his hands crossed and locked in my grip as I pinned them to his panting chest.

I cocked my head at him, licking my lips. “What was that?”

“You son of a bitch.” He tried to get free but failed. I had him in a locked position, and he didn’t have the strength or technique to get out of it.

“Now that you’re capable of listening, are you going to tell me how you got her ass fired?” I didn’t need to mention names since I had no doubt Shay-Lee knew who I was referring to.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?”

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