by Shandi Boyes
Harlow grins an evil smile, looks her straight in the eyes, then boldly questions, “Is Isaac circumcised?”
Clara balks, her cheeks flaming with heat. She fumbles with her jacket, concealing the tremble of her hands as sweat mists her forehead.
“From what I’ve heard, you wouldn’t miss a minor detail like that,” Harlow comments, stepping even closer to Clara. “I really shouldn’t say minor. From what I’ve heard, nothing about Isaac is small.”
A red, flaming rash spreads across Clara’s neck as her eyes shoot down to her feet. “I’m not going to answer such an absurd question. That’s personal and none of your business.”
“Bullshit!” Harlow retorts, gaining the attention of a handful of ladies in the boutique. “You can’t answer it as you don’t know.” Clara blinks excessively when she takes another step closer to her. “Only someone like Izzy could answer that question. Because she, unlike you, has seen Isaac naked.”
Clara’s eyes drift to me. While returning her stare, I take a step back, exasperated. I’m staring into the eyes of a child who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, undoubtedly proving the truth of Harlow’s comment.
“You lying bitch.” I trudge toward her, no longer able to rein in my fury. She flinches when I stop within an inch of her face. If she’s worried I’m going to hit her, she can stop. What I’m about to say will maim her more than fists ever could. “I really feel sorry for you, Clara. Even inebriated, heartbroken, and belligerent, Isaac’s standards still weren’t low enough to sleep with a condescending bitch like you.”
The personal shoppers gasp in sync when Clara raises her hand in an attempt to slap me across the face. Even tipsy, I seize her wrist before it strikes my cheek.
I smirk at her. It’s a malicious and wicked smile. “As I said earlier, you aren’t worth it because the more time I stand here arguing with you, the less time I’ll have to make love to the man you’re supposedly in love with.”
I release her rake-thin wrist from my clutch, then spin around to face Harlow. “Thank you for everything, but I really must run.” I throw my arms around her neck to hug her fiercely.
“You’re welcome.” She returns my embrace, squeezing me extra tight. “Now go unleash the Hulk.”
Chapter 17
Isaac
“I don’t care what he told you, Parker. I paid to secure that asset. I want that asset,” I snarl angrily down the phone.
“Some particulars of their business altered the past week, leaving their crew floundering. Vladimir—”
“No more excuses, Parker. Get it fucking done.”
Not waiting for his reply, I snap my ancient cell shut and return it to the pocket of my trousers just as the creak of my office door opening resonates through my ears. I can feel Isabelle’s presence without needing to turn around. My body’s awareness of her has grown more paramount the past five days since it’s rare we're not together.
We only separated this evening as Isabelle and Harlow needed to purchase a dress to wear to Cormack’s annual Christmas Eve cocktail party. I did offer to chauffeur them to their appointment, but Isabelle was adamant that she needed to spend some ‘girl time’ with her best friend.
My frustration over the phone call I just took pacifies when I pivot on my heels to rake my eyes over Isabelle’s beautiful, although slightly-more-covered-than-I'd-like body. She's leaning in the doorjamb wearing her faded Burberry trench coat and nibbling on her bottom lip. The club’s strobe lights reflect off her dark locks that are hanging freely down her back, making them appear a shade lighter than normal, and her eyes are wide and full of lust.
A chuckle escapes my lips when she notices Cormack seated in the double sofa chair at the side of the room. We were discussing the possibility of turning Jacob’s match into a charity fight to raise money for the Ravenshoe Private Hospital. Thus, not only saving my reputation from organizing a fight Jacob refuses to participate in, but also ensuring his name isn’t forever tarnished in the professional fighting circle.
Spotting Isabelle’s ruffled expression, Cormack rises from the couch. “We’ll finish our discussion tomorrow.”
He gathers his jacket from the coat rack next to the sofa, shakes my hand, then walks toward the office door. When Isabelle whispers something in his ear, he grins and nods before his steps quicken.
My brow arches when Isabelle shuts my office door before securing the lock into place. When she turns around to face me, she undoes the buttons on her coat. My eyes remain steadfast on hers until inches upon inches of her luscious legs become exposed. Usually, the smooth skin on her thighs is covered with jeans or sweatpants since we're in the winter months.
The thrill of the hunt scorches through my veins when she shimmies the coat off her shoulders. She’s wearing the most provocative piece of lingerie I’ve ever seen. Nearly every inch of her gorgeous skin is exposed in her tiny dark gray bustier. Her black thigh-high lace-topped stockings are held in place with black garters, and her feet are encased in a pair of high, strappy stilettos. She’s exposed and ready to be ravished.
My nostrils flare when I inhale deeply, cooling the heat roaring through my body as the urge to claim her overwhelms me. Every morning, Jae arrives to evaluate Isabelle, and every morning, Isabelle fails to be given the all-clear from her concussion. It’s fucking killing me.
I unclench my fist to run my hand along my twitching jaw. I feel it throb even more when Isabelle bends over to gather something from her hideous satchel she ditched on the floor. The ache of my cock grows when I catch a glimpse of the tiny strap of material resting in the seam of her perfect ass.
Once she has a piece of paper clutched in her hand, she slowly saunters toward me, her eyes resting on mine the entire time. A growl tears from my throat when her tongue moistens her plump, nude lips. Her walk naturally seduces me. The swing of her hips and bounce of her ample breasts forces my usually unbreakable sharpness to wane. I want her more than anything—even air.
Her purrs vibrate my mouth when I seal my lips over hers, no longer able to resist tasting her. She tastes sweet and fruity, and the heavy thrusts of her chest enticing even more recklessness from me. I kiss her with everything I have, fucking her mouth as I wish I could her pussy.
It takes all my strength to pull back a few minutes later, but I must. It’s the right thing to do. When Isabelle fiddles with the button of my trousers, I stop her hasty movements. “No vigorous activities until you're given the all-clear.”
Not touching Isabelle is the worst form of torture, but my remorse for causing her concussion is forcing me to adhere to Jae’s orders.
Isabelle thrusts the piece of paper she's holding into my chest before lowering herself onto her knees. Seeing her kneel before me with her big chocolate eyes staring up at me makes all my inhibitions waver. It’s not just the submissive pose that has me reconsidering my ban, it’s the fact she sucks cock better than any woman before her.
“Dr. Jae gave me the all-clear tonight after a specially requested late-night consultation.” Her husky voice makes me even harder. “So I’m going to suck your cock, then you’ll fuck me on your desk like I’ve been fantasizing about since I walked into your office months ago. Okay?”
My brow cocks high over her brazenness, but the hazy cloud in her eyes reveals why she's being more daring than normal. “Have you been drinking?”
She licks her lips, making my cock twitch. “Yes, but since I’ve agreed to be your wife, I think we can establish that the rules from your ‘player’ lifestyle don’t apply to me. If you're never going to touch me when I drink a drop of alcohol, we’ll have a very mundane relationship.”
I grin, loving her feistiness. “Since you got the all-clear from Jae, you're going to suck me dry like you love doing. Then I’ll fuck you on my desk, in the shower, and against the wall of my office. So prepare yourself, baby, because your pussy is mine until I get my fill. Okay?” I use the same brassy tone she used earlier.
Her breathing tur
ns excited as she nods, and even faster than that, she has the zipper of my trousers lowered and my cock freed from my boxer briefs. My knees bend when her tongue skates across my swollen crown, lapping up the bead of pre-cum formed there. Her movements are rushed, almost frantic like she can’t wait any longer to taste my cum. I love that she enjoys pleasing me as much as I enjoy pleasing her.
Her eager sucks, purring moans, and efficient strokes have me racing toward release even while being fully clothed. When I weave my fingers through her hair to secure a tight grip on her shiny locks, her sucks become more urgent. I haven’t sought release in weeks, so my race to climax rapidly builds with every greedy suck she does.
“Did you miss the taste of my cum, baby?” I ask a short time later, my voice low as the urge to come overwhelms me.
“Yes,” she pants between sucks. “Please, Isaac, I want to taste you. I need to taste you.”
She quickens her pace, kneading my balls with one hand while the other works on the sections missing out on her moist lips. When she takes me to the back of her throat, my mind spirals out of control. I rock my hips forward, feeding my cock in and out of her mouth at the pace I usually fuck her pussy. She takes all I’m giving her without a single protest, her moans encouraging me to go faster and harder.
When she grazes her teeth over the crest of my cock, a low growl rumbles up my chest as cum spurts from my cock, filling her mouth so much, it dribbles down her chin. Her pursuit to unravel me doesn’t stop, though. She continues sucking and pumping until every morsel of my cum has been swallowed by her overeager mouth.
Once every drop is extracted, I scoop her into my arms. My cock is as hard as a stone, eager to be immersed in her tight pussy. It hasn’t felt the squeezes of her walls in over three weeks. I lay her on my desk, so her legs are dangling freely, and her hips are perched on the very edge. When my eyes rake her beautiful body, my chest puffs high, proud that the glorious visual displayed in front of me solely belongs to me.
She writhes when I glide my finger down the damp, silky material hiding her pretty pink pussy from my view. Then, she purrs when I shred the flimsy material off her body. I slide the scraps of silk into my pocket, wanting to add them to my private collection before guiding my trousers and briefs down my thighs to bunch around my ankles. I'm too impatient to remove them fully.
“Please, Isaac, I can’t wait any longer,” Isabelle begs when the crown of my cock braces against the cleft of her pussy, proving I'm not the only one eager to reignite our fire-sparking sex life.
“I have to prepare your body, or I’ll hurt you.”
We haven’t had sexual contact in weeks, so if she isn’t fully prepared, I could tear her.
“I don’t care. Please, oh god, I’m begging you. Please fuck me.” Her massively dilated eyes stare at me, silently begging along with her pleas. “I can’t wait. I want you. I need you.”
Her pussy grows wetter when I lift her legs to position her ankles on each side of my head. When I rub my swollen knob over the seam of her pussy, coating it with her juices, hoping it will help lessen any resistance, Isabelle purrs like a kitten.
When I impale her in one quick motion, her back bends off the desk. I still, giving her body time to adjust to the girth of my cock as the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard rumbles up her throat.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so wet. Mine.”
She doesn’t respond to my statement unless you count a moan as a reply?
A few moments later, she swivels her hips, telling me she's ready for me to move. I withdraw my cock to the tip before slamming it back in. I do the same thing another three times, my balls constricting when her pussy massages my cock with every stroke.
Feeling no friction, I increase my tempo, keen to witness the glorious visual of her face in ecstasy. This position allows me to cram every inch of my cock into her while also giving me an unimpeded view of her body. I pound into her on repeat, my thrusts relentless. While claiming every inch of her, I heat up everywhere. The heat in the room is stifling, but it has nothing on the tension teeming between us.
“Oh, god. I love your cock. I love you fucking me.”
Growling, I increase my pace, ensuring I roll my hips with every pump. I’m eager to hear my name torn from her throat while her pussy milks my cock, but I also want this to last forever. I’ve never felt more at peace than when some part of my body is inside Isabelle.
Over time, the heat in my office turns so stifling, sweat beads at my temples before rolling down my face and dropping onto Isabelle’s glistening mound. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust as her race to climax gains momentum. I can feel when she's close because her pussy gets real tight just before she freefalls.
A low, shallow moan vibrates from her chest when I grind my thumb over the swollen bud of her clit. “Oh, god.” Her eyes snap shut as her hips thrust higher, seeking firmer contact.
As my hips jackknife on repeat, I increase the pressure on her clit, flicking it how my tongue does when she rides my face. When she tightens around me, I growl. “Eyes, Isabelle.”
Her beautiful lusty eyes flicker open to stare into mine. They’re brimming with admiration that she expresses with three short words. “I love you.”
Her declaration of love causes hot, sticky semen to burst from my cock, flooding her already overfilled pussy. My release spurs on her pursuit. My name tears from her parted lips as her pussy tightens around me, greedily milking me for every drop of spawn. Her body quivers and shudders as she rides the intensity of her orgasm, all the while keeping her gaze planted on me. I continue pumping into her, ensuring she knows this is only the beginning of our night. I’ve got weeks of missed opportunities to make up for.
Once her shudders lessen, I slip my cock out of her still-clenching pussy, eager to move our exchange to its next location. “Shower next, right?”
After kicking off my shoes, I toss them and my trousers to the side of my desk. A carnal groan rumbles in my throat when I stare down at Isabelle’s bare mound glistening with the evidence of our arousals. I scoop my sperm onto my index finger before pushing it back between the swollen lips of her pussy. Air rushes out of Isabelle’s lips as her thighs relax, opening herself fully to me. She loves being claimed with my scent just as much as I love claiming her with it.
Once all my sperm is back inside her body—where it belongs—I lift her from my desk and stride into the bathroom. The thickness of my cock increases with every step I take, eager to once again be inside her. It won’t matter if I’ve been inside her five times or a hundred times tonight, I’ll never get enough of her.
Chapter 18
Isabelle
“Isabelle,” whispers a deep, throaty voice to my side. “It’s time to go, baby.”
I shoo away the person waking me from my sleeping state, needing a few more hours of sleep, not to mention to recover. My heart warms when a deep chuckle echoes through my ears. It belongs to the man responsible for my near comatose state. It’s so rare, it has my eyes slowly cracking open. Exhaustion is forgotten when I spot the strikingly handsome face of Isaac staring down at me.
“What time is it?”
His eyes drop to his watch. “A little after three.”
I wearily rise from the double sofa I'm sprawled across. “And how long did you fuck me?”
A smile curls my lips when I discover his suit jacket draped over my body, cocooning me with his possessiveness instead of his body since we both can’t fit on his couch. I groan while stretching my overworked muscles. It isn’t a groan of disappointment, but one of appreciation, thankful that Isaac finally claimed me as his again.
Standing, Isaac snags his keys out of the drawer in his desk. “You’ve been asleep for a little over an hour.”
My eyes bulge. “No wonder why I’m so tired, we fucked for over four hours straight.”
“I had lost time to make up for,” he croons with a bold wink. After sliding his keys into his pants pocket, he drops his eyes t
o mine. “Do you want me to carry you?”
“It’s okay, I can walk. Although I'm once again walking out of your club sans underwear. I better be careful, or I might get a bad reputation.”
“The only reputation you’ll get is ‘if you touch her or say a bad word about her, you’ll be buried under six feet of dirt.’”
A grin etches on my mouth until I realize he’s serious. Isaac is a protector, and I don’t want to start a fight, so I don’t bother replying to his comment. After assisting me back into the Hulk-charming bustier and trench coat, he removes the smears of mascara off my flushed face with his thumbs.
Once every smudge is taken care of, he encloses his hand over mine, then guides us out of his office door. I’m shocked when music blares my eardrums. Even at three in the morning, his nightclub is packed with partygoers.
Like always, the crowd parts when they see Isaac coming, giving him a clear path to the polished mahogany bar. My eyes roll when Tina bats her eyelashes at him while prancing his way. Her fast pace slows when she notices me standing behind his shoulder. Her eyes slit after she roams them over my face. My flushed expression, wide eyes, and tousled hair should clue her in on what we’ve been doing the past four hours. If it doesn’t, I’m sure the hickey on my neck will.
“I’m going home for the remainder of the weekend.”
Tina’s and my eyes shoot to stare at him in sync. It’s only Friday night, well, technically Saturday morning, and weekends are the busiest times for his nightclubs, let alone the fact Christmas is only two days away, so I’m shocked he's planning to spend the entire weekend at home.
“I'll be unreachable until the day after Christmas, but Roger is on standby if you have any problems.”
“But… you never… you’ve always worked through Christmas. We worked together,” Tina stumbles out.