Page 122 of Square Deal

Hannah’s schedule sucked ass.

Her days off always landed in the middle of the week when Iwas slammed. Her weekends were packed, March through December. So, a weekend off was something special.

“Mhmm,” she said as I pulled onto her and Chase’s street. “I was thinking, maybe you could come down and spend the weekend here if you’re free. I could show you around. It might be warm enough to go to the beach.”

The car dipped into a pothole before bumping up the lip of Hannah’s driveway. My driver had left my bag on her porch beside the wicker furniture.

The ferns hanging from the top of the porch were new, I noted. She had changed the red outdoor pillows dotting her furniture to a crisp sky blue. Her doormat was new, too. It sported swirly letters that saidI hope you brought wine.

I waited for her to unlock the door before following her in. “What if you came to me?” I suggested. “We could do the city again or go out of the country and get away—just the two of us.”

She ignored that. We went upstairs and changed clothes. I hadn’t stayed in the guest room since the hurricane. There was no need. I was comfortable here. I could kick off my shoes and breathe.

Like she was reading my mind, Hannah said, “You know, you can leave your stuff here if you want, so you don’t have to pack and haul it in and out every time you come over.”

“Why, Miss Hayes.” I chuckled as I hung my suit in a garment bag and pulled on a pair of joggers. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “No, I’m not ready to give up my claim on the bathroom sink just yet,” she said as she scrubbed off her makeup. “But I want you to be comfortable here.”

The bathroom sink had more products scattered on it than a cosmetic store. I liked that she was taking her makeup off, though. It took her nearly dying from the head cold from hell, but shefinally seemed comfortable enough around me to not beonall the time. That made two of us.

I stood behind her at the sink and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’m comfortable wherever I am as long as I’m with you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My bullshit meter was legendary. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I didn’t know if I was lying to her or myself.

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HANNAH JANE

My back slammed into the mattress. Breathless, I looked up at Isaac as he stared at me with lust clouding his eyes.

“Knees up,” he demanded curtly before sinking deep into my pussy again. My back arched involuntarily as he impaled me with his cock.

“God, yes,” I moaned, jerking him down for a kiss. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he drove in hard. Isaac fisted my hair, tangling the threads between his fingers, anchoring me to the bed. The bite of pain was welcomed.

“Fucking love your body,” he grunted, snapping his hips.

I keened and clamped my eyes shut.

He growled. “Right here. Eyes on me, Princess. Don’t you dare shut your eyes when I’m inside of you.”

Reluctantly, I peeled my eyes open. Sweat dotted my skin. My hair was a wreck. Strands stuck to my cheeks, but I couldn’t be bothered to peel them off. He slowed his thrusts and rocked his hips into mine, grinding into my clit at a painfully slow pace.

“I-Isaac,” I whimpered, desperately chasing a release.

His hands found my breasts and worked my nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers. His cock sank deep inside my pussy. His hands teased my tits. The circles he was rocking against my clit made me desperate. The demands coming out of his mouth sent me over the edge.

“Good girl.”

I lived for his praise. I lived for the smirk that crossed his lips every single time he made me come. I lived for the sweet things he murmured against my skin as he kissed the glittery high away.

Isaac buried his head between my breasts. I savored the scrape of his jaw against my smooth skin. “You make me feel so good, baby.”

I smiled as I eased up onto my elbows. There was nothing better than waking up with Isaac beside me. There was also nothing better than waking up with his insatiable erection pressed up against my ass, and his mouth on my neck.

I trailed my finger along the long, languid lines of his torso. I didn’t know when he had the time to work out. Isaac was constantly on the go. Maybe being rich as hell meant you could just buy abs or pay someone to work out for you.

I didn’t care.

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