Page 282 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
I raise my eyes to Harlow. “Yeah. I already have.”
Her brows scrunch, clearly confused.
“I may have emailed my resignation to Alex this afternoon.”
She slaps my arm, laughing. “Izzy, that’s worse than breaking up with someone via a text message.”
“I know.” I grimace. “But I couldn’t face him. He arrived at Isaac’s house the other day, right during…” I make a face that will express the words my mouth is failing to articulate. “He heard meorgasm,” I whisper the last word to ensure the people gathered around us can’t hear.
Harlow grins and waggles her brows. “He probably went home and stroked one out.”
I rib her with my elbow, mortified, while praying Regan didn’t overhear her. She acts like she’s not bothered by anything Alex does, but I know it’s all an act. I’ve seen the way the vein in her neck flutters anytime he is near. She has it bad for him. I get it, Alex is an extremely handsome man, but I’m also confused.
After darting my eyes around the space to ensure Regan is nowhere in sight, I tilt closer to Harlow’s side. “You wouldn’t say that if you saw Regan and Alex side by side. It’s like staring at a solar eclipse.”
Harlow stares into the distance. “Actually, I could imagine that. It’d be like watching Barbie and Ken mating.”
Our girlie giggles simmer when Cormack’s younger brother, Colby, saunters toward us. He looks dashing in a fitted, pinstriped black suit with a dusty pink dress shirt underneath. With no tie and the top two buttons undone, he has a group of ladies eagerly vying for his attention. He winks and smiles at them as he continues his efficient steps to us. His hair has grown longer since I last saw him, and his physique is more built, but he’s the same roguishly handsome boy I met months ago.
“Harlow, looking as ravishing as ever.”
“Colby,” she greets back, bumping him with her hip.
When he shifts his gaze to me, I greet him with a smile. “Hey, Colby.”
After a prolonged rake of my body, he wolf whistles. “If only Cate arrived after I had whipped it out and peed on your leg.”
I grin at his cheeky banter before adding to my greeting with a kiss to his cheek and a hug. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Prove it. Dance with me,” he whispers in my ear.
Once I inch back, I drift my eyes to Isaac. He isn’t looking at me, but I can tell he’s noticed Colby’s presence. He doesn’t hide his jealousy well.
“Come on, Izzy, one dance. We won’t even get sand between our toes this time.” Colby steps in the way of my view of Isaac to offer me the crook of his arm. “I’ll even keep my hands above your waist at all times.”
I smile, remembering the fun day we spent together at his beachside residence months ago. With that in mind, I raise my finger into the air. “One dance, but if your hands go anywhere near my ass, I’ll be forced to retaliate.”
He gasps, faking virtue. It isn’t a feature he can pull off. Giggling, I loop my arm around his before walking to the makeshift dance floor on the edge of the space. It’s surprisingly bustling with a few dozen people eager to burn off the calories in the spiked punch.
Any awkward too-close-for-comfort feelings are avoided, more due to the music having a club vibe than a gala event. Colby also maintains an appropriate distance, more than happy to let his impressive dance swoon every single lady in the vicinity.
Not long after, we’re joined by Harlow, Cormack, and Cate. We bob and weave around the dancefloor dancing like our veins are primed with more than one shot of tequila. The air soon becomes sticky with muggy dampness since the air conditioning can’t accommodate so many people in the one space.
While lifting my sweat-drenched hair off my neck, I scan the area seeking Isaac. I sense his presence before I see him. The air in my lungs tapers out slowly as the hairs on my nape prickle. All the fibers in my body magnetize when his arms curl around my waist, and he crowds his body to my back. I lean into him deeper before cranking my neck up to glance at him. I'm taken back when his gaze doesn’t reflect the jealousy I was anticipating. All I see is hunger, and it isn’t a hankering for food.
Energy surges through my body, enticed by the beat of the music and the seductive dance moves of Isaac. Sweat mists my body, making me a hot, sticky mess, but I love every second of it. My excitement intensifies when I catch sight of Hugo dancing with Peta. I rib Isaac with my elbow before motioning my head toward Hugo. A grin forms on his mouth before his gaze shifts down to me. When I twirl around, wanting to dance with him face to face, the heat in the room reaches roasting point. Having his handsome face so close is almost too much.
We dance in our own little bubble since no one is brave enough to risk elbowing a man with a fierce reputation like Isaac’s. It increases the intimacy between us, making it as electric as when we dance beneath the sheets.
As the club hits boom out of the speakers, Isaac and I get closer and closer. When I sling my arms around his neck, he cups my ass cheeks and pulls me flush against him. Our dance moves become more provocative—daring. My boldness is enticed by the rock beneath his zipper. We're dressed like we're attending a ritzy event, but we're sweaty and grinding against each other like horny teenagers in a gritty nightclub.
He grinds his erection against me, knowing there's only the smallest scrap of lace between him and my bare sex. He suffocates the moans vibrating my lips with his salivating mouth. His tongue makes love to my mouth in rhythm to the music thumping around us. I drink him in, absorbing and cherishing every plunge of his tongue, nip of his teeth, and the delicious taste of his lips.
By the time he pulls back, my head is spinning, blitzed by his intoxicating kiss. “Are you ready to go? Or do you want to stay a little longer?”
I grab the lapels of his jacket to tug him closer. “Take me home.Afterwe christen the backseat of the stretch limousine.”
He smirks a devilishly wicked smile that has my insides quivering in anticipation.
