Page 261 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
I turn my gaze to Isaac, who is inputting a security code in a box on the wrought iron gate that surrounds his property. “Do you want to play a game?”
He flashes me a flirty wink.
“Not that type of game.” I roll my eyes. “Sex fiend.”
He chuckles a hearty laugh. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to,” I retort, elbowing him in the ribs.
The blood surging through my heart spills over when he grabs my wrist so that he can kiss my palm. He then rests it on his thigh before guiding his car up the long driveway of his home. “What game do you want to play?”
“Hugo said the best way to get to know someone is by playing twenty questions.”
“That sounds like something Hugo would say. Did you two play?”
“Yes, but we only made it through three questions. I thought hisbabywas a safe question. It wasn’t.” His thigh muscles bunch when I slide my hand up his trouser-covered leg. “That was really sweet of you to do.”
Remaining quiet, he parks his car in the multi-car garage, then assists me out of the vehicle. Accepting praise isn’t a strong point of his.My heart whacks my ribs when he opens the carved French doors of his home, then gestures for me to enter before him. My eyes eagerly absorb the foyer and hall as I step inside. If I hadn’t witnessed the damage with my own eyes, I would have never known the FBI had destroyed his property during their horrific search.
“Do you want to go first or shall I?” Isaac assists me out of my trench coat before storing our jackets into the coatroom. “Is it twenty questions each or in total?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe we should just keep asking questions until we have nothing left to answer?”
He stops undoing his cufflinks. “All right, but you have to understand some things I can’t answer yet.”
His body language reveals he isn’t happy about needing to be evasive, but I trust that he will be honest when he can.
I smile while nodding. “That’s fine, but that means I get to ask the first question.”
His strengthened posture relaxes. “Deal.” He grins before grasping my hand in his. “But first, we need food and an expensive bottle of wine.”
The first handful of questions are the standard generic ones most people generally ask. What was your favorite subject in school? What pet did you have growing up? How many siblings do you have? What music do you like? Etc. etc. But as the night moves on, and the wine bottle is emptied, our questions get a little more daring.
I’ve been relishing every second we’ve spent together. I love that I'm one of a rare few who get to see Isaac like this—so raw and open. He's a guarded man who keeps his cards held close to his chest, but the more time I spend with him, the more information he's sharing. I discovered why he's so fierce in ensuring his brother is safe and protected and how he met Cormack. I even got small snippets on how his empire started from the investments he made fighting in the underground fighting ring.
I snag a handful of grapes off the cheese and fruit platter on the coffee table, needing something to distract myself from getting all teary-eyed and sentimental. I pop a grape into my mouth as Isaac ambles into the room with a new bottle of wine. He's donning the same suit he was wearing this morning, except no jacket, vest, or tie. The top three buttons of his shirt are undone, showcasing his smooth, tan chest, and the front is crinkled from me lounging over him the past three hours.
“How do you even know Regan has a sex swing?”
A grin tugs his lips as he fills the spot next to me. “Who do you think arranged to have it installed?”
I screw my nose up. “That’s only slightly odd.Hey, boss, I want a sex swing, can you arrange it for me?” My impersonation of Regan’s voice sounds more like a twelve-year-old hormonal boy than the sexy, throaty purr I was aiming for.
Isaac laughs. It’s a husky chuckle that has my toes curling and my libido awakening. “She didn’t ask quite like that. I own her apartment, so she sought my approval before she had a support beam placed in the roof.”
I pop another grape into my mouth. “You need a support beam installed?”
“Oh, yeah, if you're doing it right, you do.”
Energy crackles between us, sparking the air with the pungent aroma of lust. My throat burns from swallowing the grape whole when I catch his searing gaze staring at my lips. Even though he’s only had a few glasses of wine, his gaze is misty and glistening like he's tipsy. It isn’t alcohol causing the glimmer in his eyes, though. It’s the drunken haze of lust.
Feeling playful, I pop another grape into my mouth, chewing it slowly before delving my tongue out to lick its juicy residue off my lips.
Isaac growls. “You’ll pay for that tease later.”
“Oh, yeah, if I’m doing it right, I will.” My tone is laced with cheekiness since the wine heating my blood is making me more daring than normal.
Isaac shifts his position so he's sitting nearer to me. “If Jae didn’t enforce a no physical-activity stipulation on your discharge paperwork, I would have had you bent over this couch with your perfect ass high in the air, plunging my cock deep inside your greedy pussy well over an hour ago.” I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting hard not to squirm from his lusty gleam when he moves in even closer. “But since I’m under strict doctor’s orders not to touch you, we better continue with our game.”
