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Pouting, I shove my phone into my pocket and spend the next two hours miserably scanning documents before going to Harlow’s bakery for the afternoon coffee run.
While Harlow prepares the coffees, I give her a rundown on everything that happened over the weekend, skimming over the parts of the story I uncovered immorally. She fans her cheeks during some of the more heated parts of our conversation. Once I’ve finished spilling every sordid detail of my weekend with Isaac, my jaw muscle is burning in exhaustion from how much talking I’ve done.
“I’m so glad you guys have finally gotten your shit together.” Harlow hands me the two crates of coffee she has just finished preparing. “I’ll text Cormack later and see if we can organize a double date sometime next week.”
I freeze. I can’t risk being seen with Isaac in public. Well, not until his investigation is finalized.
“Why don’t we have a more intimate gathering? I could cook dinner at my place?”
Harlow glares at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“I couldtryand cook us dinner,” I add on.
Harlow’s boisterous chuckle echoes around the nearly empty bakery. “We’ll work something out.”
Rolling my eyes, I wave goodbye as well as I can while carrying two full crates of coffee before exiting the bakery.
CHAPTER39
At precisely six o’clock, Isaac’s town car pulls up to the curve in front of the building my office is housed in. I scan the surrounding area, ensuring no one is watching before opening the passenger side door and slipping into the front seat.
“Hey, Isabelle,” Hugo greets me in his usual friendly tone before pulling the car into the dense commuter traffic.
After securing my seat belt, I reply, “Hey, Hugo,” trying to mimic the long drawl of his rugged voice.
He chuckles at my taunt. My smile freezes halfway when I hear my name roll off a tongue that has made me quiver more times the past seventy-two hours than I have in the entire span of my sexually active life.
I twist my head to the back of the car so quick, I nearly give myself whiplash. My mouth waters when I spot Isaac sitting in the backseat. He has removed his jacket and tie, and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up near his elbows. Even with his handsome face marred by an angry scowl, he looks scrumptious enough to eat.
Unlatching my belt, I throw myself over the partition with more eagerness than I did weeks ago. Hugo slaps my backside when it’s thrust in his face during my unladylike maneuver.
Isaac’s face remains stern during our playfulness, but I see the slightest curve on his lips that gives away his true feelings. He’s happy.
“Hi,” I greet, plopping into the space next to him.
My teeth menace my bottom lip as my eyes absorb his handsome face. He appraises me with just as much eagerness while pushing a button on the console of the back passenger door.
I swallow to relieve my dry throat as my eyes flick between Isaac and the rising privacy partition.
Once the barrier is in place, Isaac lifts his eyes to me. “Remove your clothes, but leave your panties on.”
A rush of heat blemishes my cheeks as my eyes stray to the partition. “Hugo can’t hear or see anything,” Isaac assures me.
Licking my parched lips, I do as instructed. If our time together has taught me anything, it’s that submissiveness is well rewarded by Isaac.
Once my clothing is removed, Isaac slides down the zipper on his trousers. My eyes widen when he releases his stiff cock from its tight restraints before fisting it in his hand. Warm slickness builds between my legs when he slides his manly hand up and down his thickened shaft. His seamless pumps have a fire raging out of control in my sex.
“Tonight, you’re not allowed to touch me, Isabelle.” His husky voice adds more excitement to the sexually satisfying visual playing out in front of me.
Hell, if watching Isaac pleasing himself is my punishment, I’ll happily accept it.I’m confident watching him crumble into ecstasy will have me toppling into orgasmic bliss.
My breaths increase with every stroke to his magnificent cock. He glides his thumb over his engorged knob, gathering a sticky bead of goodness pooling at the top from raking his eyes down my naked body. I groan when he slides it down his shaft, using it as lubricant to increase the quickness of his grinds.
Over time, the urge to touch him overwhelms me. I thought the visual alone would be enough to quell my need to touch him. It isn’t.
Although Isaac’s stern gaze hides his inner battle, his beautiful eyes relay he’s also fighting the same struggle. He wants to touch me as bad as I’m dying to touch him.
“Are you wet?”
