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I’m shocked Isaac can engage in conversation without alluding to his sexual arousal, which is struggling to be contained in his trousers.
The officer smiles. “They’re good. Bobbi just made the varsity team.”
When his eyes drift to a car approaching on the other side of the road, I swivel my hips, vying to alter Isaac’s flawless composure.
Although his cock stiffens to a mouthwatering thickness, Isaac’s conversation doesn’t falter in the slightest. His tone remains neutral, not responding to the raging boner sending my thoughts into a tizzy.
After Isaac bids the police officer farewell, I flop into the passenger seat. Once my seat belt is latched, Isaac pulls his car back onto the road, waving to the police officer on the way by.
A shiver of excitement, and if I’m being totally honest, a slight tremor of fear runs through my body when Isaac mutters, “You’ll pay for that tease later.”
CHAPTER33
Holy moly!My breathing stills when my eyes absorb the impressive private residence in front of me. Isaac opens his window and leans over to enter a security code into the black box at the edge of the driveway. The black wrought iron gate in front of us creaks as it opens, exposing a curved path that weaves up to a beautiful brick house sitting at the top of a hill. The manicured gardens are well maintained but have a classic bachelor design with manly-trimmed hedges and a collection of potted plants.
Isaac drives up the pebbled driveway, stopping in front of his remarkable mansion. Stepping out of the car, the first thing my eyes zoom in on is the beautiful arched window on the third floor. Each window in the mansion is either a circular or curved design, but the only window on the third floor is a perfect half-circle.
Noticing my gaze, Isaac says, “That’s my bedroom.”
The purr of his voice roars through to my sexual core, igniting my senses.
“At night, you can see the whole of Ravenshoe from my bed.”
“It’s beautiful, a fitting castle for a prince.”
He chuckles at my comment. “There’s nothing princely about me.” His brow arches into his dark, luxurious hair.
I shrug. He may not be a prince charming, but not every girl wants a prince. Some want a brainy geek, some want a rock star, and others want an alpha male who makes them scream his name at the top of their lungs while the most earth-shattering climax rips through their body so hard they see nothing but fireworks exploding before their eyes.
Feeling my composure waving, I question, “How long have you lived here?”
I occasionally need to rein in my desires and participate in other activities with Isaac that don’t involve sex. He places my hand within his and walks us toward the curved glass French doors at the front of the mansion.
“I’ve owned this house for nearly three years.” He stops his long strides when he reaches the front door and pivots around to face me. “This is my private residence.”
My heart warms, loving that he’s inviting me into his private sanctuary.
“I don’t think you fully understand what I’m saying. This is myprivateresidence. I don’t let anyone come here. Hugo has only been here a handful of times.”
Oh.
“Anything you hear or see behind these doors has to stay behind these doors.” He motions his head to the front door. “I share enough of my private life with the public. I’m not willing to give them any more of myself than I already do.”
“I understand.” A broad smile spreads across my face making my cheeks ache.
He shifts his head to the side, and his brow bows high into his hairline as if to ask why I’m grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
“Youlikeme.” I overemphasize the word ‘like.’
He shakes his head at my bold comment, but the smallest curve of his lips reveals his true reply. My heart skips a beat when he walks us through the front door, not attempting to refute my claim.Yes!
The inside of Isaac’s house is just as spectacular as the outside with beautiful antique furniture, rich and luxurious material draped over arched French doors, and even priceless paintings and sculptures adorning the walls of each room. My impromptu private tour of his private oasis ends in his impressively large black and cherry oak kitchen. Releasing my hand, he strides toward the refrigerator.
“What do you feel like eating for supper?”
Snubbing my grumbling stomach, I reply, “You.”
Isaac’s head pops out of the fridge. Tremors shake through me when his sultry eyes absorb my body. “You’ll be dessert, but first, I need to feed you so you can keep up with my stamina.”
