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When I crash into his torso, my insides purr like a kitten. I lean into him deeper, craving his closeness more than my next breath.
My knees violently crash together when he gathers my hair to one side of my sweat-slicked neck so he can ravish the other side. He bites and licks me three times before he presses his lips to the shell of my ear. “Say it, Isabelle.”
“I’m sorry.” My whisper is barely heard over the music booming out of the speakers above our heads, but nothing can deny the plea in it.
“Louder.”
A hum of excitement vibrates between us. It’s more compelling than the electricity energizing the air. There’s so much beautiful friction between us, I’m afraid I may soon combust.
I’m confident without a shadow of a doubt when he tugs me back another inch. I’m not the only one getting carried away by the moment. Isaac is as turned on as me.
With my horniness at its peak and my self-respect at its lowest point, pleas for forgiveness spill from my mouth like a waterfall over a boulder. “I’m sorry… so very sorry. Please forgive me.”
A pleasing jolt heats my skin when my begs are rewarded by him swinging his hips. His dance moves are effortless but seductive enough to seduce me with our clothes on.
With his manly scent eradicating my every qualm, I make the sways of his hips roll for roll. My dance moves are teasing—somewhat sexually suggestive. I make love to him with my clothes on, praying this won’t be our first andonlydance.
Every kiss he places on my neck as we dance like we’re the only two people in the room enlarges my heart. Muggy dampness is invading the air, but it would take more than a monsoon to dampen the heat bristling between us.
I grind against his hardened rod, loving that our closeness has generated such a profound response from him. Even swarmed by elegantly dressed men and women hasn’t stolen the admiration we have for one another. When we’re together, it is just us—the man I’d go to the end of the earth for time and time again and me.
CHAPTER25
ISAAC
Isabelle has always been super responsive to my touch, but tonight, that notion has reached an entirely new level. I’m barely touching her, yet she’s purring like a pussy cat. Her seductive scent has my cock wrangling with the zipper, and her skin is so hot, it sizzles when I drag my tongue along it.
I didn’t plan to tease her when I first arrived. I had every intention of waiting until we were in the privacy of our hotel room before forcing her to plead for clemency, but her mouthwatering dress crumbled my best-laid plans. She’s always been a ravishing mix of beauty and seduction, but tonight, her diamond exterior is polished to perfection. She’s every man’s walking wet dream, making me confident no man in this hotel could look at her without getting aroused. That’s how appealing she is.
Her long, lavish legs are on full display in the super short skirt she’s wearing. Her lush tits are barely contained by the strapless bustier that forms the top half of her risqué number. Her glistening lips are begging to be tasted, and don’t even get me started on her gorgeous eyes. The dark shadowing varnishing them adds even more appeal to her sex-pot appearance.
She’s totally fuckable and entirely mine.
A growl ripples through my lips when she grinds her curvy ass on my hardened shaft. The scent of her hungry pussy reveals how close to the brink she is, not to mention the heat I feel pumping out of her from regions below the belt.
“Not here, Isabelle,” My words crack out of my mouth like a whip, but not even their sternness can hide my wavering constraint. “I’m the only one who gets to see you come.”
Unless you count the moan vibrating her lips, she doesn’t voice an objection to my demand.
The longer we dance, the more her scent sparks a wild, primitive response from my body. The urge to claim her as mine is so strong, the need dominates my levelheadedness. I’m hazed by lust, so desperate to taste her again. I scan the area, knowing we’ll never make it back to the seclusion of my hotel room before I’m overcome with desire.
A smug grin curls my lips when I spot Hugo standing on the edge of the dance floor. He’s gesturing his head to a door at the side of the ballroom, the gleam in his eyes telling me he anticipates praise for his on-the-spot thinking.
I guide Isabelle across the room, growling when her lusty eyes collide with mine when we step off the dance floor. No words need to be spoken between us for her to know what we’re about to do. Her rapid breaths indicate she’s well aware of what activity we are about to undertake.
The spark of attraction between us is so intense, it zaps my hand when I place it on her back to lead her into the storage room tucked away from prying, snobbish eyes. I lift my chin in thanks to Hugo when his large frame blocks the doorway once Isabelle and I walk through it. It’s closed, but his size alone will ensure we won’t be interrupted. It will also guarantee his succor will be immensely rewarded.
After securing the lock into place, I spin around to face Isabelle. She’s absorbing the space that usually houses the tables and chairs that are set up in the gala. There are a stack of white catering chairs lining one wall and a dozen tables in the middle of the room. It’s basic but suitable for quenching the desire raging like a wildfire through my body until we get back to my hotel suite.
A vein in Isabelle’s neck beeps when I stealthily prowl toward her like a panther on the hunt. She threw out the bait, entrapping me with the jealousy that curses my acumen when it comes to her, and now I’m here to collect restitution for her defiance. I’ve never been a jealous, dense idiot before, but the thought of Isabelle with anyone but me is an uncontrollable rage I doubt I’ll ever contain. It’s irrepressible—much like my feelings for her.
I stop striding when I’m close enough to smell her enticing scent, but far enough away she can’t reach me. “Take off your mask. I want to see your beautiful eyes when I fuck you.”
She swallows harshly before she unties the silk straps of her mask. My cock throbs when her smoky eyes become fully exposed. They’re as tempting as the vixen hiding behind them.
I remove the mask, throw it onto the table at my side, then continue with my ruse. “Now your dress.”
Isabelle’s eyes widen before they shoot to the door we just entered.
