Page 280 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Harlow and Cormack sit across from us, completely oblivious that Isaac has my orgasm teetering on a very steep cliff. When Cormack is distracted by assisting Harlow in securing her gold hoop earring that has come loose, I return Isaac’s tease. I cup his crotch and squeeze tightly, moaning when his cock turns to stone in my hand. When Cormack’s gaze returns to us, I stray my eyes to the window, feigning ignorance.
Any chance of acting innocent flies out the window when Cormack’s squinted gaze arrows down to Isaac’s crotch. I shake as violently as his head when he turns his eyes to look at anything but Isaac, then I completely lose it when Harlow says, “I guess the rumors are true.”
Cormack glares at her, making her blush. She isn’t flustered over Isaac’s impressive manhood. She's all hot and bothered from Cormack’s furious glance. I can’t say I blame her. It’s pretty damn impressive. The heat in the limo turns to roasting from the energy firing between them. I always knew they were a good match, but witnessing their spark firsthand is awe-inspiring.
When Harlow whispers in Cormack’s ear, the sternness hindering his gorgeous face slips away. Within seconds, they’re playfully nipping and caressing each other as I wish I could Isaac. We don’t need to hide our relationship anymore. I just can’t control myself around him—even when we’re in public.
Isaac remains quiet for the rest of the trip, only speaking when he instructs Cormack and Harlow to exit the limousine first. I give him a playful wink before scooting across the bench in preparation to exit. Just before I exit, he slams the door shut, secures the lock button into place, then yanks me over until I’m straddling his lap.
Before I can ask what he's doing, two of his fingers plunge into my sex. My nails dig into his shoulder blades as I shout his name, incredibly turned on by his dominance. His skillful fingers work me into a frenzied state that soon has me oblivious to the fact there are a handful of reporters standing right outside the door waiting for us to exit.
He toys with my clit as the hot pants of his breath bead condensation on my neck. He finger-fucks me so good, the coil he’s been tightening all night is mere seconds from being snapped. As stars form in front of my eyes and my pussy clenches, Isaac withdraws his fingers.
No!
My bewildered eyes snap to his, demanding an explanation for his sudden withdrawal of contact. He just smiles and winks before nudging his head to the door I tried to exit minutes ago. “We better get moving before Harlow wonders where you’ve disappeared to.”
After licking his fingers clean, he adjusts my dress, so I'm covered, then slides out of the limousine, taking me with him. My bewilderment intensifies when flashing lights hinder my vision, and a flurry of questions are screamed at Isaac and me.
While he holds me in close to his body, Isaac stops for the occasional photo as requested by the paparazzi and answers a handful of questions. I remain quiet like a deer trapped in headlights, still in an Isaac Holt lust haze. Only once we merge through the barrage of reporters does it dawn on me that he was returning my earlier tease.
Before I can form a reaction, I'm startled by a tiny pair of arms flinging around my neck. “Isabelle, I’m so glad to see you again.” Cate’s tone is a complete contradiction to the one her older sister regularly uses on me.
“Hi, Cate.” I return her embrace with as much eagerness. I like Cate. She’s cute and sweet and nothing like her big sister. “How long are you in Ravenshoe?”
“I’m here until the New Year.”
My brow pops up. “We should go out! Dinner? Maybe dancing?”
Cate’s eyes light up. “Sounds great! But I’m not twenty-one yet.”
“That’s okay. I’m sleeping with the owner, so I’m sure I can sneak you in the back entrance.”
“The Dungeon is an eighteen-plus dance club. You're more than welcome there, Cate,” Isaac tugs me in close to his side. “Then, I can keep a close eye on you.” Even though he's looking at Cate, I know the last part of his statement was directed at me.
When I slap his chest, I feel his cell phone buzzing in his breast pocket. His jaw sets into a hard line as he pulls it out to check the screen. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
When I nod, he places a quick kiss on my temple before striding toward the entrance we just walked through. I loop my arm around Cate’s, then make my way to Harlow standing near a makeshift bar set up in the impressive foyer. The room has been done up in a Christmas theme with red and white being the main colors. It’s elegant while also being warm and inviting.
Harlow’s eyes shoot around the room while she pours three shots of tequila. “Bottoms up.”
She sneakily hands a shot glass to Cate who licks salt from her hand, swallows the tequila, then sucks on a wedge of lime like a real pro, exposing she’s done this many times before. I giggle before following suit, except my face screws up when the ghastly taste slides down my throat.
I eye Harlow with suspicion when she hands me a funky-looking tomato juice concoction. “A chaser.”
I arch my brow. “When did you become Ms. Party Queen?”
Cate giggles. “That’s my fault. I may have dragged her to a college party. There was a boy—”
Before Cate can share all her story, I'm engulfed by a broad arm. Their hold is so strong, my feet lift off the ground. My heart squeezes when I recognize the woodsy smell filtering through my nose.
“Hugo!” My squeal gains me the attention of a handful of strangers surrounding us.
After climbing down from his clutch, I step back so my eyes can assess him in full detail. Other than his arm being in a sling, he looks like the Hugo I’m used to seeing, including his customary black suit with a white dress shirt underneath.
“Is the sling required, or are you aiming for sympathy points from the ladies?”
Hugo laughs a full-hearted chuckle. “A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B.” His eyes shoot around the room as inconspicuously as Harlow’s did earlier before tilting in close to Harlow’s side. “Are you going to share one of those?” He nudges his head to the tequila bottle in her hand. “Since I'm not officially on duty and can’t get fired by Izzy misbehaving, I may as well have a little bit of fun.”
