Page 276 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“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.
“Dr. Jae gave me the all-clear tonight after a specially requested late-night consultation.” Her husky voice makes me even harder. “So I’m going to suck your cock, then you’ll fuck me on your desk like I’ve been fantasizing about since I walked into your office months ago. Okay?”
My brow cocks high over her brazenness, but the hazy cloud in her eyes reveals why she's being more daring than normal. “Have you been drinking?”
She licks her lips, making my cock twitch. “Yes, but since I’ve agreed to be your wife, I think we can establish that the rules from your ‘player’ lifestyle don’t apply to me. If you're never going to touch me when I drink a drop of alcohol, we’ll have a very mundane relationship.”
I grin, loving her feistiness. “Since you got the all-clear from Jae, you're going to suck me dry like you love doing. Then I’ll fuck you on my desk, in the shower, and against the wall of my office. So prepare yourself, baby, because your pussy is mine until I get my fill. Okay?” I use the same brassy tone she used earlier.
Her breathing turns excited as she nods, and even faster than that, she has the zipper of my trousers lowered and my cock freed from my boxer briefs. My knees bend when her tongue skates across my swollen crown, lapping up the bead of pre-cum formed there. Her movements are rushed, almost frantic like she can’t wait any longer to taste my cum. I love that she enjoys pleasing me as much as I enjoy pleasing her.
Her eager sucks, purring moans, and efficient strokes have me racing toward release even while being fully clothed. When I weave my fingers through her hair to secure a tight grip on her shiny locks, her sucks become more urgent. I haven’t sought release in weeks, so my race to climax rapidly builds with every greedy suck she does.
“Did you miss the taste of my cum, baby?” I ask a short time later, my voice low as the urge to come overwhelms me.
“Yes,” she pants between sucks. “Please, Isaac, I want to taste you. Ineedto taste you.”
She quickens her pace, kneading my balls with one hand while the other works on the sections missing out on her moist lips. When she takes me to the back of her throat, my mind spirals out of control. I rock my hips forward, feeding my cock in and out of her mouth at the pace I usually fuck her pussy. She takes all I’m giving her without a single protest, her moans encouraging me to go faster and harder.
When she grazes her teeth over the crest of my cock, a low growl rumbles up my chest as cum spurts from my cock, filling her mouth so much, it dribbles down her chin. Her pursuit to unravel me doesn’t stop, though. She continues sucking and pumping until every morsel of my cum has been swallowed by her overeager mouth.
Once every drop is extracted, I scoop her into my arms. My cock is as hard as a stone, eager to be immersed in her tight pussy. It hasn’t felt the squeezes of her walls in over three weeks. I lay her on my desk, so her legs are dangling freely, and her hips are perched on the very edge. When my eyes rake her beautiful body, my chest puffs high, proud that the glorious visual displayed in front of me solely belongs to me.
She writhes when I glide my finger down the damp, silky material hiding her pretty pink pussy from my view. Then, she purrs when I shred the flimsy material off her body. I slide the scraps of silk into my pocket, wanting to add them to my private collection before guiding my trousers and briefs down my thighs to bunch around my ankles. I'm too impatient to remove them fully.
“Please, Isaac, I can’t wait any longer,” Isabelle begs when the crown of my cock braces against the cleft of her pussy, proving I'm not the only one eager to reignite our fire-sparking sex life.
