Page 85 of Rumor Has It

“You timed that!”

“They’re my employees.” He shrugs in a “what can I say” manner. “I’m allowed to take advantage of the fact that they’re supposed to do what I ask.”

“I’m an employee. Do you intend to take advantage of me?” I put my hands on my hips, feigning indignation.

Isaiah raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest and bringing his thumb to cover his mouth. His eyes travel the length of me; from my wiggling painted toes encased in the strappy wedge sandals I splurged on, to my bare calves, up toward the hem of my denim skirt, and over the bell of my hip. When his gaze reaches the flirty red top I’m wearing, I feel my nipples tighten inside my lacy bra. “The thought had crossed my mind. Though it had a more mutual flair.”

I hum, tapping my lip and taking in his signature tight jeans and a tee that binds at his biceps and shows off the muscles in his forearms.

The giggle starts low in my belly. Isaiah’s chest rumbles. I’m uncertain which of us snorts first and then we’re full-on laughing. Neither of us is fooling the other. And I just… I adore how comfortable I am with Isaiah. How from the beginning he’s asked for what he wants, but is also patient and willing to wait for me to come around and understand we want the same things from our relationship.

It’s gotta be a little intimidating at first for any woman to think anyone likethe Isaiah Roomerwants her. Except, he’s just my Isaiah.

We tease and taunt each other like a normal couple. We kiss and hold hands. We’re free to show affection now more than ever. He no longer walks behind me and I don’t need to escape to the powder room while he makes a hasty solo exit.

Yet, for all the declarations we’ve made to one another, indulging in one another’s bodies doesn’t happen anymore. I guess we needed to time it right to make love.

I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and he puts both of his on my hips.

“Could I interest you in using that all-access pass?” Isaiah removes the lanyard from around my neck.

He shuffles, spinning me around and dancing backwards toward the bed. He sits down on the plush comforter, pulling me to straddle his lap. My knees sink into softness and my skirt rides up.

I thread my fingers into his hair, fusing our mouths. His tongue finds mine. His kisses are starved and full of filthy promises. The long length of him presses at my core and I rub my greedy pussy against it.

“I love you,” Isaiah says when we come up for air. He gently smooths a flyaway strand of hair from my face. “Before things get crazier than they have been, I wanted to show you how much.” He takes my hand, pressing the pads of my fingers to his lips and then to his chest. “You’re inside of me. I want to go on stage each night without you worrying about how I feel. You’re mine. The only one I want. And I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.”

His concern to my reaction to his throngs of adoring fans is admirable.

I nip his chin between my thumb and forefinger, looking Isaiah straight in the eyes. “I love you. And I think you’re right, you should be inside of more than my heart right now. That way I can show you I feel it, too.”

We’re on the edge of forever. From what I’ve seen in the relationships surrounding me, we’ll soar for a while. We’ll falter and the walls will crumble around us. And if we have what it takes, we’ll pick up the broken pieces and put them back together again. Perhaps they won’t fit exactly the same way. However, after watching Isaiah mending his life and focusing on what was important, when it all comes tumbling down, I’ll want to try. For him, I’m prepared to try.

I unbutton his jeans, rising to kneel so he can tug them down. His index and middle fingers flash in front of my face, a metallic square packet between them.

“Prepared?” I jest, as he rolls it on.

“No, chou, I was utterly unprepared for you. And that’s what makes you so damn perfect.” He groans at the end of the sentence as I move my panties to the side and my cunt slides onto his hot cock.

It’s been a minute since we’ve had sex. My subconscious tells me I need time to adjust to the fullness. My body, slick with desire, refutes that. Isaiah guides my hips up and slams me back down. All I can do is moan my acquiescence. Each sensation is brutal and beautiful.

“Fuck, I missed your pussy.” He kisses me hard. “Take all of me, chou. Use me to make yourself feel good.”

I ride him until my thighs burn and my core clamps around his dick, holding him in a vice. Euphoria washes into my trembling limbs, making me want to collapse into his chest. Isaiah rolls me onto my back. He lifts my leg and rocks his pelvis into mine with gentleness. The sweet, slow, building strokes combined with his filthy words and praises take me higher. An orgasm I was incapable of after the first hits with sudden fierceness.

My body stiffens, and my throat clenches as he fills the condom. “Isaiah!” A hoarse scream echoes in the tiny room.

“Say it again, Cass.”

“Isaiah,” I whisper.

“Again.” He kisses me.

“Isaiah.” I curl my fingers around his stubbled cheek and look into his satisfied brown eyes.

“I want my name on your lips forever,” he says.

Rolling us to the side, he makes quick work of the mess. The lights go dim. His boots clunk to the floor. He sheds his pants and I shimmy off my skirt and my sticky panties before I curl into his arms with a contented yawn. Blissed out, we float to sleep.

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