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My breaths become delayed when his thumb drags over my parched mouth, lingering on the cupid’s bow on my top lip longer than the rest. The air is stifling with an equal amount of lust and testosterone. When my tongue darts out to moisten my dry lips, I accidentally lick Isaac’s thumb. Anticipation clusters in my pussy when he sucks in a sharp breath from my frisky tease. Acting on the prompts of my body, I sway nearer to him, craving his closeness. I’ve missed his touch so much the last two weeks, I’m willing to put everything on the line to feel it again.
A rock settles in my stomach when he grumbles, “No, Isabelle.” His intense glare emerging from underneath his cap makes my pussy throb. My horniness doubles when he mutters, “You still lied to me. Not just Friday night, but for the past month, so if I were to touch you right now, I'd spend more time punishing you than pleasing you.”
My pulse thrums in anticipation as warmth slicks between my legs. “I’ll take any punishment you want to give if it means it will end with you touching me.”
I press my thighs together when the most deliciously wicked smile etches onto his sinful mouth, revealing he heard my mumbled comment. I can barely control my breaths when his eyes snap shut so he can inhale a huge whiff of air through his nostrils. “Fuck, you smell good.” His growl wets my panties. “I’ve missed that scent.”
My smile is so broad, my cheekbones hurt from their quick incline. When he tilts toward my heaving chest, desire scorches through me. I'm unable to move as the lips I can’t stop fantasizing about inch toward mine. Just as his perfectly carved mouth brushes my hungry lips, Hugo re-enters my room with Brandon and Hunter on his tail. Sensing that we have company, Isaac yanks back, leaving nothing but the smell of his expensive cologne in his wake. I try to conceal my frustration, but the smallest groan still escapes from my lips. I’m beyond frustrated.
“Are we interrupting?” Hugo asks, fully aware he is.
When my eyes snap to him, he grins a full-toothed smile before he continues sauntering into the room. They’re halfway to my springless mattress when all three men stop dead in their tracks. Hugo’s brows stitch together, Brandon swallows bleakly, and Hunter’s beard-covered mouth carves into an illustrious smirk. My eyes bounce between them, striving to work out why they look so petrified.
I discover the cause of their fret when I follow the direction of their gazes. Isaac is staring at them. His infuriating glare is so downright dangerous, it makes my pussy throb.
“We’ll meet you in there.” Hugo hooks his thumb to the room they just emerged from before scurrying away even quicker than they arrived.
The hairs on my neck prickle when Isaac presses his lips to my ear. “When you'readequatelydressed, meet us next door.”
I smile, suddenly aware of the men's wish to flee. Isaac is even more ruthless when he’s bombarded with jealousy. My shirt covers my backside, but only just.
When Isaac arches a brow waiting for me to respond, I nod. He appraises my face in devoted, pussy-wetting detail before doing one last brush of my lips with his thumb. “We’ll discuss this more once we're alone.”
After pressing his lips to the edge of my mouth, he strides into the room next to mine, not once glancing back my way.
CHAPTER22
ISAAC
Three sets of eyes track my every move as I walk across the room. This isn’t uncommon. When I was younger, the attention used to bother me. I couldn’t fathom why I always gained watchful stares. Now, it's customary. Wherever I go, I acquire the devotion of others. Some are unwanted, but most are a necessary requirement in my industry. The more attention I receive, the more my business ventures succeed.
After removing my cap and jacket, I place them on the dilapidated two-seater table at the side of the room. This motel hasn’t been remodeled in the past three decades, but it was the only motel in Parkerville, so Hugo had no choice but to stay here with Isabelle.
It took me so long to arrive as I had to fly in the wrong direction to elude the surveillance team that's been shadowing me since my arrest. As far as the Bureau is aware, Isaac Holt is currently in deep negotiations in a boardroom in the heart of New York City. No one paid any attention to the busboy leaving the restaurant after his evening shift, not even when he jumped into a car that cost more than ten times his annual salary.
“Where are you on tracking the source of the listening device in Isabelle’s phone?”
Hunter’s eyes pop up from the report he’s perusing. “The serial number corresponds with the one Hugo got out of her phone yesterday, but it’s also untraceable.”
“I know someone who could look into it,” Brandon, who is sitting on a double bed at the side of the room, pipes up. “I just need the serial numbers.”
My gaze drifts from Hunter to Brandon. Victory heats my blood when Brandon returns my intense stare-down for a miserable three seconds before he succumbs to the pressure. Once his gaze drops to his polished shoes, I drift my eyes to Hugo. “Why is he here?”
Hugo’s lips twitch, but before he can speak, a voice that makes my cock turn to stone just from hearing it says, “Because I trust him.”
Isabelle enters the room wearing more clothing than she was mere minutes ago. Although my eyes just assessed every inch of her delectable curves, I can’t help but scan her seductive body again. With a mouth that would bring mortals to their knees, eyes that see through to my soul, and a body made to be pleasured, she’s too enticing to only warrant one glance.
There's no doubt I’m a sucker for punishment. I scrutinized the surveillance video of Isabelle and Brandon kissing in the hallway repeatedly the past week. Although Isabelle didn’t jerk away from Brandon’s embrace, her body didn’t melt either. She didn’t react with half the intensity she does when I kiss her. Call me conceited, but I only need to glance at her, and she responds with more intensity than she did while Brandon kissed her. I only need to rake my eyes over her body, and evidence of her arousal filters through my nose. Isabelle’s seductive scent is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelled. My cock flexes just thinking about how delicious she smells when she comes.
“Brandon has done nothing but help us, Isaac.” When she stops in front of me, her intoxicating smell permeates the air surrounding us. I clench my fists at my side, battling not to mark and claim her in front of the three men whose eyes haven’t left her since she joined us. “You can trust him.”
When she stares up at me with her big chocolate eyes, my anger wanes. Her eyes are my eternal weakness. Not only can they see my soul, they consume it as well.
I take several long moments to appraise her beautiful face before shifting my focus to Hunter. “Give him the serial numbers.” I nudge my head to Brandon.
I don’t need to see Isabelle to know she’s happy with my reply. I can feel her smile defrosting the ice that formed around my heart the past two weeks—ice only she can thaw.
“Thank you.”
