Page 80 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Every muscle in my body is throbbing. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a good pain, one I’d happily choose to feel every day, but I’m suffering soreness in areas I didn’t know housed muscles.
After working my neck side to side to relieve the kink formed there from sleeping on Isaac’s drool-worthy pectoral muscle the past several hours, I climb out of bed. Unsurprisingly, I’m once again waking up in an empty bedroom. I feel like a zombie, so I have no clue how Isaac can live off such little sleep.
This room is much more adeptly decorated than the room in Isaac’s fuck pad. The color theme is a luxurious burgundy and charming dark steel gray. His bedside tables have pictures and knick-knacks on them, and the ceiling isn’t mirrored. I guess the mirrored ceiling in his apartment should have been my first clue that it wasn’t his primary residence.
“Wow.”
The view from his bedroom window is remarkable. My attention was so focused on Isaac last night, I didn’t pay any attention to the spectacular view out his window. You can see nearly the entire downtown area of Ravenshoe from this vantage point. A smile curls my lips high as I slide my arms into the sleeves of Isaac’s blue business shirt he was wearing last night. Once I have the top three buttons done up, I pull my unruly hair from the collar and exit his room.
It takes wandering around his imposing mansion for nearly twenty minutes before I locate him sitting behind a mahogany desk in a vast office.
He’s seated in a black leather chair, swiveled around to face an arched window behind his desk. He’s talking to someone on his phone. From his tone and demeanor, I’d say it’s a business associate or a staff member.
I prop my shoulder on the doorjamb, intending watch him in silence. Forever vigilant, Isaac senses my presence. My breath hitches when he pivots the chair around to face me. He’s wearing a pair of dark washed jeans and a fitted white shirt. To add even more allure to his sexiness, he’s also barefoot.
As my eyes absorb the sexually satisfying visual of a casual and laid-back Isaac, his eyes study my body with just as much eagerness. He smirks a panty-clenching smile when he notices I’m wearing nothing but his blue shirt from last night.
“Yes, I’m here,” he snaps down the phone when his perusal of my body interrupts the flow of his conversation.
My pulse quickens when he gestures for me to join him. Fiddling with my shirt, I pad into his office. When I accept the hand he extends, he pulls me down until I’m sitting on his lap. A strong surge of yearning ripples through me when his erect cock digs into my backside. I’m surprised when he continues with his call, his authoritative tone not once faltering, not even when his hand slips under my shirt to tweak my nipples into stiff peaks.
“Henry, enough stalling. I don’t care what it costs, just get it done.”
He disconnects his call, not giving Henry the chance of a reply.
“Was that the Henry I met when we went away for the long weekend?”
“Yes,” he answers as his gaze becomes more hooded.
A moan seeps from my lips when he massages my aching shoulders. “Are you sore?”
“Uh-huh.” I moan, loving his fingers kneading the painful kinks in my neck and shoulders.
A groan rips from my throat when he withdraws his talented fingers from my neck. He stands from the chair, scooping me into his arms at the same time. His long strides down the hallway are quick and efficient. A grin curves on my lips when he places my naked backside down onto an expansive marble vanity in the main bathroom.
My grin turns into a full-toothed smile when he draws a bath. After squirting delicious smelling bath products into the fast-running water, Isaac turns to face me. Although his gaze is hungry and lust-ridden, there’s also a sparkle of something else shining in his eyes.
My breathing slows when he pulls his shirt over his head in one fluid movement. Then my pulse quickens when he undoes the button on his jeans. Once his jeans and boxers are removed, he undoes the top button of my shirt. My mouth is ajar as my eyes drink in his magnificent body.
“See something you like?” His words are drenched with cockiness.
Unable to speak through my gaped mouth, I nod. Winking, he slips his shirt off my shoulders. A triumphant grin stretches across my face when he inhales a sharp breath, my inner vixen pleased he finds my body as tempting as I find his.
My voice drips with sarcasm when I quote, “See something you like?”
He doesn’t grace me with a reply, but from the stiffening of his cock, I can make my own assumption.
After assisting me off the vanity, he walks us to the nearly overflowing bathtub. He slides into the bubble-filled tub before offering me his hand. A moan seeps from my lips when I join him. The warm water is heavenly to my overworked muscles.
When I lean against Isaac’s torso, a gush of water splashes over the rim of the tub.
“You’re dealing with Catherine tomorrow,” he informs me, his tone hindered with laughter.
I moan, adoring his happy mood. “Who’s this Catherine I keep hearing about?”
My body melts when he rubs my shoulders. “She’s my…” He stops talking mid-sentence.
My closed eyes snap open since my curiosity is piqued.
