Page 34 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
“Catherine’s here, too?” Her eyes widen before she flops onto the bed. “I’ll never look them in the eyes again if they heard me…orgasm,” she mumbles under the hands, hiding her flushed cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Isabelle. It’s my job to ensure your every whim is taken care of. If that means you want me to fuck you in the middle of the day, on the kitchen counter while a staff member is sitting in the other room, I'll do it. I pay my staff very well for their discretion, so I won’t tiptoe around my own house.”
The color on her cheeks intensifies, but it isn’t from embarrassment—she's aroused by my statement. My desire to claim her overwhelms me when her seductive scent filters in the air.
“And unless you want them to hear you for the second time today, I suggest you stop looking at me like that.”
She swallows harshly before she accepts the sweater outfit I'm offering.
“Stupid, traitorous body,” she mumbles under her breath as she ambles to the chest of drawers to retrieve a scrap of material she calls panties. My cock twitches when she slithers the tiny strip of white lace up her smooth thighs and tugs her shirt over her head dropping it to the floor, exposing the generous swell of her breasts. The only thing stopping me sinking my cock into her needy pussy is remembering that Jae is downstairs waiting for us. That’s all the reminder I need that Isabelle is supposed to be on bed rest, not servicing my cock.
Once she's dressed, I enclose my hand around hers and walk down to the foyer. My lengthy strides halt when her clutch of my hand firms when we're halfway down the stairs. Following her fretful gaze, I discover the amused face of Ryan and a hardened-with-anger Alex.
“Oh. My. God.”
Isabelle’s cheeks inflame to a level I’ve never seen before. I’m torn on how to react. Half of me is smug, glad they heard how aroused I can make her with only my fingers, but the other half is pissed they heard Isabelle in ecstasy. Those sounds solely belong to me.
I straighten my shoulders, and my lips set into a hard line before I continue down the stairs. The color in Isabelle’s cheeks increases with every step we take. Ryan offers me his hand in greeting, but Alex keeps his fisted at his side.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Ryan’s voice is courteous while also laced with cheekiness, confirming what I already expected. They heard Isabelle’s cries of ecstasy. “We have a few questions we need to ask you regarding the investigation on the police officers who were kidnapped and held in your yacht.”
“We?” My suspicious eyes bounce between Ryan and Alex. “Since when did the FBI and the Ravenshoe Police Department become allies?”
“Whenwefound a subjectwehave common ground on,” Alex answers, turning his narrowed gaze from staring at Isabelle to glare at me. “The police officers were found bound and gagged inyouryacht. The same yachtyouchartered out of the Vela De Keys Marina on theexactafternoon they were kidnapped.”
My lips crimp. “Not everything is black and white. There's a whole heap of gray no one pays any attention to—”
“I don’t believe in coincidences. There's a logical reason for everything.”
Air whistles between my lips when I attempt to stifle a chuckle. “Now it all makes sense.”
I step closer to Alex, ignoring Isabelle’s tug on my arm, trying to keep us apart. I continue until I come face to face with the man who has been relentlessly pursuing me for months. I’m impressed when he maintains my eye contact when I stare into his blue eyes. Not many men have the confidence to stand across from me and not balk.
“What makes sense?” Alex queries, unable to suppress the need to know what my remark referred to.
“Why you’ve been so persistent in investigating me.”
Alex’s top lip curls into a snarl. “I’ve beenpersistentlyinvestigating you because you're a criminal.”
I adjust my position to block his view of Isabelle when he turns his eyes to her. “It has nothing to do with me being a criminal. You’re only investigating me because you're jealous.”
Alex chuckles a deep, snarky laugh. “Jealous? Of what? Everything you’veeveraccomplished in your life was achieved with money tainted in blood. I'd rather be poor than live with low morals like you.”
“Alex, that’s enough.”
A smug grin curves on my mouth, pleased Isabelle is defending my integrity. Her cheeks are still inflamed, but now it’s from the anger surging through her veins, not embarrassment. I glide my thumb over her hand, refocusing her attention from glaring at Alex. Her eyes switch from being angry to remorseful the instant they lock with mine. I smile and wink at her before returning my focus to Alex.
“You’re not jealous of my accomplishments, my power, or my wealth.”
Alex’s chest puffs high, and an arrogant mask slips over his face.
“You’re jealous because Regan chose me over you.”
Isabelle squeezes my hand so hard her nails dig into my palm. Alex tries to suffocate the look of possessiveness on his face, but he isn’t quick enough for me to miss it. Now everythingdoesmake sense. Regan lived in Ravenshoe for years, but suddenly, not long after the FBI rolled into town, she moved back to Texas.
Regan is a strong, take-no-shit-from-no-one woman, but she wasn’t always like that. She uses her high-strung attitude as a shield to protect herself from the hurt she endured when she was younger. It takes one hell of a man to get her to lower her barrier, and obviously, Alex accomplished that, but from the look of repentance in his eyes, I can tell he's also the reason she converted back to her hard-shelled exterior.
“If you believe her decision was based on anything but professional obligation and friendship, then you're more foolish than I first thought.” I shift my eyes to Ryan. “I'll have my lawyer schedule a time for me to come to the station to answer any questions you have, but for now, Isabelle and her health will remain my number one priority.”
