“Fine,” he said, turning on his heel. “I will.”
…
Isaac
Isaac’s smile dropped the moment he turned his back on Bianca.
What the hell was going on?
Coffee. Isaac needed coffee.
As he made his way to the hospital cafeteria, his groin aching uncomfortably as his erection faded, he grit his teeth and cursed inwardly. He could still taste her sweetness on his fingers, like honey and roses, and… God, he wanted more of her.
But Isaac wasn’t used to being told no when it came to s*x. He especially wasn’t used to being turned down by a woman who clearly wanted him, who he’d nearly made come from the tricks he’d learned over the years—the same tricks with his fingers that had made countless women cry out in pleasure, heads thrown back against his pillows, warm liquid pooling
