Page 53 of Square Deal

Isaac dropped to his forearms, caging me in. “You’re in my head, and I don’t like it. I told you—” he snapped in a raspy timbre. “—I need to fuck you out of my system.”

I licked my lips and sucked in a calming breath. I accepted the fact that I wasn’t getting any sleep tonight and then grabbed a condom from the stack he had on the nightstand. “Then let’s go again.”

14

ISAAC

Ithought I was tired before, butfuck.I’d need to hit the gym harder if I expected to keep up with Hell Yes Ma’am. My legs had turned to jelly and my arms had the strength of uncooked spaghetti.

Hannah finally gave in and let me order room service, but only because the sun was up, and we would’ve died if we didn’t replenish some of the calories we worked off. I dragged her into the shower with me and rinsed away the stickiness of sweat and the evidence of our dalliance.

Finally, I felt sated.

A week of pent-up sexual tension put me on a hair trigger. My assistant was terrified of me. My driver barely spoke to me. My pilot and flight attendant hid from me once I boarded my jet. I was a miserable son of a bitch.

Until her.

Hannah was engrossed in something on her phone while she sipped on a cup of coffee. I didn’t mind, though. It gave me a chance to study her. To figure out why the hell something in mybrain blew like a fuse the minute I laid eyes on her. Sure, she was a great lay, but there was something else there.

She wasn’t easy, that’s for damn sure.

“What are you looking at?” she asked from the balcony, looking up from her phone.

“You.” I chuckled as I crossed the room and joined her out on the chaise lounge.

She was wrapped up in one of the guest robes to ward off the chill of the late fall air. I sat behind her and straddled the lounge, pulling her back against my chest, settling her ass between my legs.

Her hair had dried in different directions, flaring out from where it hung just beneath her jaw. Of course, she had touched up her makeup with the reinforcements she kept in that Mary Poppins bag of hers.

This slightly undone version of her was just as drop-dead gorgeous as the perfect image she felt the need to maintain.

Hannah set her phone aside and laid back against my chest, bringing her mug to her lips and humming something unintelligible.

“What?” I murmured against the shell of her ear. “You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you. I just think there’s something else going on in your head.”

“What happened to no small talk?”

Hannah smiled as she took a sip. “Color me curious.”

“Breaking your own rules already?”

She laughed quietly and looked out at the steel-blue waters that led to the freezing Atlantic. “You bring out my inner bad girl. Besides, I allowed small talk last night, didn’t I?”

I pushed the collar of her robe back, exposing her shoulders and clavicle. She shivered and retreated into my embrace. “I think I like your inner bad girl,” I said, kissing the back of her neck. “You should let her out more often.”

Hannah shook her head. “No feelings—remember?”

“Not a feeling, just an acknowledgment.”

“Semantics,” she chided.

“Why is that semantics? I can acknowledge that I enjoy you without involving feelings.”

Hannah opened her mouth to say something, but shut it just as fast.

“Tell me.”

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