Page 268 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Adoorbell buzzing momentarily breaks the intangible spell Isabelle always incites when she's in my vicinity. My astuteness falters the instant she enters the room. The power she has over me is astounding, and if I'm being forthright, utterly frightening, but last night proved without a doubt that asking for her hand in marriage was one of the most intellectual endeavors I’ve ever undertaken. I revealed snippets of myself to her that nobody else knows, and instead of being judgmental, she was supportive and understanding like she comprehended why, at that time in my life, I made the decision I made.
Which once again corroborates my claim that she knows me better than anyone. She's unraveling me one layer at a time, and even when she exposes parts of my life that are clouded in a dark shadow, she evaluates the situation instead of making a hasty decision. Once her curiosity is satisfied, we move on, then her pursuit of unmasking me continues.
My eyes stray to Isabelle. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are wide, and she's fiddling with the hem of her shirt, attempting to pretend she wasn’t just sitting on the brink of a climax.
“Go get dressed, then come meet Jae and me in the living room.” My voice is rough as I fight the urge to claim her body on my desk.
“That’s not fair.” She places a kiss to my mouth. “Tell Jae I’ll be a few minutes,” she whispers against my lips, staring up at me. “BecauseIneed to finish whatyoustarted.” She grins a wicked smile, baiting me and my gigantic ego.
Unable to leash my domineering nature, I seize her wrist, then pull her back to me. Any protests attempting to spill from her mouth are halted when my tongue lashes her gaped lips before it plunges between them. A husky moan rolls up her chest when she tastes herself on my tongue. When I band my arms around her waist, the heat of her pussy has my cock jumping in my jeans.
A whimper seeps from her swollen red lips when I inch back from our embrace. I stare into her glistening eyes, my chest puffed high. “Every moan that flows from your lips, every orgasm that shreds through your body, and every drop of cum from your greedy pussy belong to me.”
Her breathing hastens as the scent of her arousal filters in the air.
“This mouth…” I kiss her plump cupid’s bow lips, “… belongs to me. These tits…” I thrum my index finger over her erect nipples budded against her shirt, hard and begging to be touched, “… belong to me.” When I cup her pussy, her knees buckle, and a moan seeps from her lips. “And this, and any pleasure it craves, most certainly belongs to me.” I stare into her heavy-lidded gaze. “Say it, Isabelle. Say it, then I’ll let you come.”
“It belongs to you. It all belongs to you. I belong to you.”
I spin her around, pull her luscious ass back until it’s pressed against my stiff shaft, then slip two fingers inside of her, ensuring I find the sweet spot that causes the most earth-shattering screams to be torn from her throat.
After circling my thumb over her clit, I muffle her cries of ecstasy with my hand, not wanting her screams to startle Catherine, who arrived earlier this morning. I pump in and out of her on repeat while whispering dirty thoughts into her ear. I tell her how I’m going to fuck her, where I’m going to fuck her, and how long I’m going to fuck her as soon as Jae gives her the all-clear.
A few moments later, her pussy clenches around my fingers and my hand slicks with her arousal. Her thighs quiver as a ferocious orgasm shreds through her body so hard and fast, her knees buckle. I sink my teeth into her shoulder blade before slowing the pumps of my fingers, guiding her down from her toe-curling orgasm with a tenderness I didn’t use to bring it on.
Once her cries of ecstasy lessen, I scoop her into my arms before striding to the master suite. After placing her on the bed, I enter the bathroom to get a washcloth.
While cleaning the residue of her arousal off her thighs, and internally battling not to sink my stone-hard cock into her glistening pussy, Isabelle’s back lurches off the bed. “Jae!” she shouts, suddenly remembering we have guests.
I chuckle, glad I’m not the only one who loses all restraint when we're together.
“It’s okay, Catherine would’ve let her in.”
“Catherine’s here, too?” Her eyes widen before she flops onto the bed. “I’ll never look them in the eyes again if they heard me…orgasm,” she mumbles under the hands, hiding her flushed cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Isabelle. It’s my job to ensure your every whim is taken care of. If that means you want me to fuck you in the middle of the day, on the kitchen counter while a staff member is sitting in the other room, I'll do it. I pay my staff very well for their discretion, so I won’t tiptoe around my own house.”
The color on her cheeks intensifies, but it isn’t from embarrassment—she's aroused by my statement. My desire to claim her overwhelms me when her seductive scent filters in the air.
“And unless you want them to hear you for the second time today, I suggest you stop looking at me like that.”
She swallows harshly before she accepts the sweater outfit I'm offering.
“Stupid, traitorous body,” she mumbles under her breath as she ambles to the chest of drawers to retrieve a scrap of material she calls panties. My cock twitches when she slithers the tiny strip of white lace up her smooth thighs and tugs her shirt over her head dropping it to the floor, exposing the generous swell of her breasts. The only thing stopping me sinking my cock into her needy pussy is remembering that Jae is downstairs waiting for us. That’s all the reminder I need that Isabelle is supposed to be on bed rest, not servicing my cock.
Once she's dressed, I enclose my hand around hers and walk down to the foyer. My lengthy strides halt when her clutch of my hand firms when we're halfway down the stairs. Following her fretful gaze, I discover the amused face of Ryan and a hardened-with-anger Alex.
“Oh. My. God.”
Isabelle’s cheeks inflame to a level I’ve never seen before. I’m torn on how to react. Half of me is smug, glad they heard how aroused I can make her with only my fingers, but the other half is pissed they heard Isabelle in ecstasy. Those sounds solely belong to me.
I straighten my shoulders, and my lips set into a hard line before I continue down the stairs. The color in Isabelle’s cheeks increases with every step we take. Ryan offers me his hand in greeting, but Alex keeps his fisted at his side.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Ryan’s voice is courteous while also laced with cheekiness, confirming what I already expected. They heard Isabelle’s cries of ecstasy. “We have a few questions we need to ask you regarding the investigation on the police officers who were kidnapped and held in your yacht.”
“We?” My suspicious eyes bounce between Ryan and Alex. “Since when did the FBI and the Ravenshoe Police Department become allies?”
“Whenwefound a subjectwehave common ground on,” Alex answers, turning his narrowed gaze from staring at Isabelle to glare at me. “The police officers were found bound and gagged inyouryacht. The same yachtyouchartered out of the Vela De Keys Marina on theexactafternoon they were kidnapped.”
