Page 100 of Square Deal

He laid back on the mattress, pulling me down with him. “You’re something else, Miss Hayes.”

His nose bumped against mine, and I felt the warm caress of his lips. I sighed contentedly into his mouth, and my eyelids fluttered shut.

Isaac pushed the bottom of my dress up and pulled my legs apart until I was straddling him. His tongue breached my lips, and I lost myself in the tangle. I loved the scrape of his jaw against my cheek. The way his hands manipulated my body, placing me just how he wanted me. The cocky smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth every time an involuntary whimper escaped my lips.

I seriously debated whether I had undergone a lobotomy when I said we needed to abstain from sex while we got to know each other.

Were my critical faculties in working order?

My brain wasn’t busted. I was just orgasm starved.

A knock at the door interrupted our make-out session. I froze on top of him and tried to catch my breath. “It’s probably Maddie.”

“Get rid of her,” he growled against the delicate skin at the base of my throat.

Reluctantly, I slid off Isaac and closed the bedroom door behind me as I walked to the front door.

To my surprise, it wasn’t Maddie. It was Luca.

“Hey.” He grinned, holding a white envelope in his hand. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no,” I shook my head and smoothed my dress. “I, uh, I just got in a few minutes ago. What’s up?”

He held out the envelope. “I know you came out here as a favor, and you’re not on the payroll, but I just wanted to say thank you. I know Jess appreciated having you there tonight. I hope we didn’t work you too hard.”

I opened the envelope and nearly toppled over. “Luca, this is too much.”

“Nah,” he said, shirking it off. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “Maddie said to put it toward your shoe addiction.”

I thought about the pair of Jimmy Choos that I bookmarked while I was waiting for my flight to Texas to take off. It’s like he was reading my mind.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely, clutching the envelope to my chest.

Luca lingered in the doorway.

“So, um, my flight leaves tomorrow,” I said, desperately praying Isaac would stay in the bedroom.

Was it unladylike to tell Luca to go bang his wife or something?

“I, uh, guess I’ll see y’all back in Beaufort.”

“Yep,” he clipped, looking over my shoulder.

I knew damn well there was no one there. I would have heard the click of the door if Isaac opened it.

Luca’s scrutiny turned to me. He studied my face with an unrelenting gaze. The tension was palpable.

“Yo, Lawson!” he shouted.

I gave him a quizzical look and a borderline manic smile, hoping that my poker face was as good as his.

It wasn’t.

After the longest ten seconds of my life, Isaac shouted back. “Night, DeRossi.”

I cringed.

Luca had a shit-eating grin on his face. He crossed his tattooed arms over his chest. “Finally caught you two.”

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