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Clara balks, her cheeks flaming with heat. She fumbles with her jacket, concealing the tremble of her hands as sweat mists her forehead.
“From what I’ve heard, you wouldn’t miss a minor detail like that,” Harlow comments, stepping even closer to Clara. “I really shouldn’t sayminor. From what I’ve heard, nothing about Isaac is small.”
A red, flaming rash spreads across Clara’s neck as her eyes shoot down to her feet. “I’m not going to answer such an absurd question. That’s personal and none of your business.”
“Bullshit!” Harlow retorts, gaining the attention of a handful of ladies in the boutique. “You can’t answer it as you don’t know.” Clara blinks excessively when she takes another step closer to her. “Only someone like Izzy could answer that question. Because she,unlike you, has seen Isaac naked.”
Clara’s eyes drift to me. While returning her stare, I take a step back, exasperated. I’m staring into the eyes of a child who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, undoubtedly proving the truth of Harlow’s comment.
“You lying bitch.” I trudge toward her, no longer able to rein in my fury. She flinches when I stop within an inch of her face. If she’s worried I’m going to hit her, she can stop. What I’m about to say will maim her more than fists ever could. “I reallyfeel sorry for you, Clara. Even inebriated, heartbroken, and belligerent, Isaac’s standards still weren’t low enough to sleep with a condescending bitch like you.”
The personal shoppers gasp in sync when Clara raises her hand in an attempt to slap me across the face. Even tipsy, I seize her wrist before it strikes my cheek.
I smirk at her. It’s a malicious and wicked smile. “As I said earlier, you aren’t worth it because the more time I stand here arguing with you, the less time I’ll have to make love to the man you’resupposedlyin love with.”
I release her rake-thin wrist from my clutch, then spin around to face Harlow. “Thank you for everything, but Ireally must run.” I throw my arms around her neck to hug her fiercely.
“You’re welcome.” She returns my embrace, squeezing me extra tight. “Now go unleash the Hulk.”
Chapter 17
Isaac
“Idon’t care what he told you, Parker. I paid to securethatasset. I wantthatasset,” I snarl angrily down the phone.
“Some particulars of their business altered the past week, leaving their crew floundering. Vladimir—”
“No more excuses, Parker. Get it fucking done.”
Not waiting for his reply, I snap my ancient cell shut and return it to the pocket of my trousers just as the creak of my office door opening resonates through my ears. I can feel Isabelle’s presence without needing to turn around. My body’s awareness of her has grown more paramount the past five days since it’s rare we're not together.
We only separated this evening as Isabelle and Harlow needed to purchase a dress to wear to Cormack’s annual Christmas Eve cocktail party. I did offer to chauffeur them to their appointment, but Isabelle was adamant that she needed to spend some ‘girl time’ with her best friend.
My frustration over the phone call I just took pacifies when I pivot on my heels to rake my eyes over Isabelle’s beautiful, although slightly-more-covered-than-I'd-like body. She's leaning in the doorjamb wearing her faded Burberry trench coat and nibbling on her bottom lip. The club’s strobe lights reflect off her dark locks that are hanging freely down her back, making them appear a shade lighter than normal, and her eyes are wide and full of lust.
A chuckle escapes my lips when she notices Cormack seated in the double sofa chair at the side of the room. We were discussing the possibility of turning Jacob’s match into a charity fight to raise money for the Ravenshoe Private Hospital. Thus, not only saving my reputation from organizing a fight Jacob refuses to participate in, but also ensuring his name isn’t forever tarnished in the professional fighting circle.
Spotting Isabelle’s ruffled expression, Cormack rises from the couch. “We’ll finish our discussion tomorrow.”
He gathers his jacket from the coat rack next to the sofa, shakes my hand, then walks toward the office door. When Isabelle whispers something in his ear, he grins and nods before his steps quicken.
My brow arches when Isabelle shuts my office door before securing the lock into place. When she turns around to face me, she undoes the buttons on her coat. My eyes remain steadfast on hers until inches upon inches of her luscious legs become exposed. Usually, the smooth skin on her thighs is covered with jeans or sweatpants since we're in the winter months.
The thrill of the hunt scorches through my veins when she shimmies the coat off her shoulders. She’s wearing the most provocative piece of lingerie I’ve ever seen. Nearly every inch of her gorgeous skin is exposed in her tiny dark gray bustier. Her black thigh-high lace-topped stockings are held in place with black garters, and her feet are encased in a pair of high, strappy stilettos. She’s exposed and ready to be ravished.
My nostrils flare when I inhale deeply, cooling the heat roaring through my body as the urge to claim her overwhelms me. Every morning, Jae arrives to evaluate Isabelle, and every morning, Isabelle fails to be given the all-clear from her concussion. It’s fucking killing me.
I unclench my fist to run my hand along my twitching jaw. I feel it throb even more when Isabelle bends over to gather something from her hideous satchel she ditched on the floor. The ache of my cock grows when I catch a glimpse of the tiny strap of material resting in the seam of her perfect ass.
Once she has a piece of paper clutched in her hand, she slowly saunters toward me, her eyes resting on mine the entire time. A growl tears from my throat when her tongue moistens her plump, nude lips. Her walk naturally seduces me. The swing of her hips and bounce of her ample breasts forces my usually unbreakable sharpness to wane. I want her more than anything—even air.
Her purrs vibrate my mouth when I seal my lips over hers, no longer able to resist tasting her. She tastes sweet and fruity, and the heavy thrusts of her chest enticing even more recklessness from me. I kiss her with everything I have, fucking her mouth as I wish I could her pussy.
It takes all my strength to pull back a few minutes later, but I must. It’s the right thing to do. When Isabelle fiddles with the button of my trousers, I stop her hasty movements. “Novigorousactivities until you're given the all-clear.”
Not touching Isabelle is the worst form of torture, but my remorse for causing her concussion is forcing me to adhere to Jae’s orders.
Isabelle thrusts the piece of paper she's holding into my chest before lowering herself onto her knees. Seeing her kneel before me with her big chocolate eyes staring up at me makes all my inhibitions waver. It’s not just the submissive pose that has me reconsidering my ban, it’s the fact she sucks cock better than any woman before her.
