Page 25 of Square Deal

Isaac reached down and cupped my sex, leaving the thin fabric of my silk thong between us. “Are you wet for me, Hannah Jane?”

I froze. Something about hearing him use my name was abattering ram to the heart. I needed him to keep up the distance between us.

Slowly, he increased the pressure, edged my panties aside, and slid his middle finger deep into my core. “Hell yes, Ma’am.”

Equilibrium restored.I squirmed in his arms. “Isaac?—”

“Settle down and watch TV.”

I mewled and squeezed my eyes shut as his stupidly talented fingers worked every inch of my pussy.

Clit.Flicked.G-Spot.Stroked.Walls.Filled.

He wrapped his free hand around my middle and pulled me back, forcing me to lay flush against him. There was no escaping him or the release my body was chasing.

“Relax, Princess,” he soothed.

“Kind of hard to when I’m stone-cold sober.”

His fingers stilled inside of me. “Do you want me to stop?”

The walls of my pussy fluttered around his fingers. I whimpered.

Isaac craned his head down and pressed his lips to the side of my neck. His hand skated underneath my breast, just shy of where I craved his touch. “Can I take that as permission to continue?”

I felt the orgasm I so desperately wanted fading away, so I took the only reasonable course of action I could. I nodded.

He doubled down and pumped his fingers, taking care to caress my clit with each pull. I whined, bucking against his hand. His fingers curled inside my pussy, and I saw stars.

I sucked in a sharp breath, stifling the urge to scream in ecstasy, riding the wave for as long as it lasted. I went rigid before I slumped hard against his chest and opened my eyes.

“That was a weak-ass orgasm, Lawson.”

He pinched my nipples, and I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. “Bullshit. But since you’re still acting like a brat, how about we try again? Double or nothing.”

Another orgasm like that would kill me.“I can’t?—”

He raised a judgmental eyebrow. “You what?”

Dammit.Mama didn’t raise a quitter.“Fine. But I bet you can’t get me off again.”

“You wanna put your money where your mouth is, Princess?”

Betting against a billionaire? Probably the worst idea I’d ever had, but I was orgasm drunk and thinking with my lady bits.And they wanted another orgasm.

My vagina was a greedy little bitch. One night with Isaac ended my dry spell, and suddenly my body expected dick-induced orgasms left and right. Silicone was no longer an acceptable replacement for the real thing.

“You’re on,” I said as a wicked thought zipped through my brain. I couldn’t help myself. “But it’s good to know that my pussy is good enough to make Isaac Lawson come back for seconds for once in his life. Or is it thirds at this point?”

He chuckled darkly—a warning of what was to come. “I don’t need to give you my dick to make you finish, Princess. This is all about you.”

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ISAAC

Igrabbed her waist and threw her down onto the mattress, ripping her thong down her legs in the process. I loved being with women of all shapes and sizes, but damn—I could make Hannah’s body purr like a Ferrari. Blindly, I reached over and yanked open her drawer of unmentionable toys.

“That’s cheating?—”

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