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Just as I'm about to lash my tongue against his silky-smooth crest, he plucks me from the ground, spins me around, then impales me from behind. My knees buckle as my hands shoot out to brace against the arched window. My body is unprepared but delighted to accept his impressively girthed cock.
With one of his hands grasping my hip, the other slithers up my body to grip my neck. A husky breath escapes my lips, incredibly aroused by his dominant hold. The pumps of his cock are hard and furious, having me toppling into climax within a matter of minutes.
As I slowly return from a cloudy lust haze, Isaac reduces the pace of his pumps before releasing my neck from his firm hold. After sliding his hand down my sweat-slicked body, he tweaks my nipple into a hardened peak. Because the sun is setting in the distance, I catch parts of our reflection in the window, along with a pair of devoted, lust-filled gray eyes.
“See the world out there, Isabelle?”
I take in the glistening skyline of Ravenshoe. It’s a spectacular sight, but it has nothing on the reflection of Isaac making love to me in the window.
“I’m going to give it to you. Everything I have, I’m going to give to you. You gave me your heart, now I’ll give you the world.”
CHAPTER23
ISAAC
“Ican’t do this, Isaac. Not just as your lawyer but as your friend.”
Regan folds her arms in front of her chest, taking on a reinforced pose. Her face is her regular don’t-take-shit-from-no-one look, but her eyes are concealing her anxiety.
“I don’t pay for your opinions. I pay you to do what I ask you to do.”
“This could be financial suicide for you.” She braces her hip on the desk in my home office. “If you get divorced, you'll be decimated. Izzy will get everything.”
“That’s the point! Everything I have, I want her to have.”
Regan rolls her eyes. “You're smarter than this, Isaac. This won’t tie her to you. It won’t stop her from leaving you. Heck, it may even encourage her to leave, considering she’ll end up filthy rich and—”
Any further statement is halted when I shoot her a furious glare.
She exhales sharply before shimmying her shoulders. Once all her negative energy has been expelled, she drops her glistening eyes to mine. “A prenup is supposed to be a contract that protectsyourassets. It’s not designed as a bribery tool.”
I stand from my chair with my fists clenched at my side. Blood is roaring through my veins so fast, steam nearly billows out of my ears. “I’m not bribing Isabelle to stay with me.”
“Then what do you call this?” She throws the prenup I asked her to draw up onto my desk.
“It’s called showing Isabelle what she means to me.” My voice is hoarse as my anger waivers. “She’s been to hell and back because of me, yet, she still stands by my side.”
When I made love to Isabelle in front of the town I once wanted to dominate, I realized I'd give it all away in an instant for her. Everything I have, everything I achieved, meant nothing when she kneeled in front of me to offer me comfort me when I was haunted by my past. I’ve shared so many horrid things with her the past several months, yet she still looks at me with nothing but admiration and devotion in her eyes. She understands my remorse for what happened to Ophelia, but she doesn’t add to my guilt or wish I'd forget. She gets me.
She completes me.
I may not be able to articulate to her what she means to me, but I can show her. That’s why I had Regan draw up this prenuptial agreement. The agreement states if Isabelle remains married to me for five years, she gets everything I had coming into the marriage. This will make me sound conceited, but that is millions upon millions of dollars—way more than even Isabelle realizes.
Regan’s eyes drop to the prenup document for a second before she returns to my face. “You're giving her everything, Isaac. She could financially destroy you. Everything you’ve worked so hard for will be gone. Years of hard work—”
“That could have been destroyed because of your inability to keep your mouth shut during pillow talk.”
Regan balks, and her pupils widen as remorse floods her eyes.
My abrupt change in topic is to reflect the focus off me, but I don’t want nor need Regan’s opinion on what I choose to do withmyassets. I fought and bled for everything I have, so any decisions involving its distribution will be made solely by me. If I want to give it all away to Isabelle today, so be it—that's my choice to make. It’s not up for discussion or compromise. It’smychoice.
“How long did you know the FBI was investigating me before I worked it out for myself?” I glare into her glistening green eyes, my anger tapering so much from her tears. “Days? Weeks? Months? Years?”
She clutches her chest while taking a step closer to me. “Isaac… I—”
“Answer the question, Regan.”
“I didn’t know he was here—”
