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“What am I going to do with you?” he said, moaning against her mouth as she continued her exploration of his straining member.

“Another orgasm would be perfect.”

Her sex throbbed as his hands roamed and explored her body.

“I’ll try not to disappoint.”

With that, Christian lifted her onto the side, spreading her legs open to his gaze. Starting at her ankle, he kissed his way up the inside of her legs, his eyes never leaving hers until his mouth reached her swollen folds. Oh boy, Isabella dropped her head back as Christian worked his magic. It looked like tonight, she really was going to be making up for lost time.

Later, Christian dried her off with a towel. His care and attention played havoc with her already tender heart.

“Will you stay the night?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist before dropping a kiss onto her shoulder.

“Would you like me to?” Isabella asked.

They’d had fun. The telltale soreness between her legs let her know exactly how much. But she understood what this was, and she didn’t want to presume. That just made for awkward conversations, and she didn’t want that. This was Christian, a lifelong friend. She wanted this to be the perfect fantasy. She closed her eyes as Christian continued to nuzzle into her neck, his grip tightening.

“You wanna cuddle, Mr Dupree?” Isabella teased, before turning in his arms, her own snaking up and around his neck.

“Yes, Lady King. I would very much like to cuddle you for the rest of the night.”

He rested his forehead against hers, his hands on her waist.

Isabella rose on her tiptoes and dropped a kiss on his lips. “Then... let’s cuddle.”

She took Christian’s hand and led him into the bedroom. She had an early start, but she didn’t want this evening to end. Christian was returning to the UK in the morning. What were a few more hours of bliss before normality struck?

Chapter Twelve

Christian

Christian awoke the next morning, alone. He had a vague recollection of Isabella getting up and kissing him goodbye. Jet-lag, wine, and a late night, filled with incredible sex, had made it impossible for him to pull himself out of his slumber.

He had shocked himself, asking Isabella to stay. He never did that. His usual modus operandi was to have sex, satisfy his partner, and leave. Post-coital cuddling was not something he engaged in—ever. Well, not since Lily. It felt invasive. Christian loathed having people invade his personal space. He wanted zero misunderstanding of his intentions. Sex was sex... he wasn’t looking for a relationship... cuddling gave the wrong impression.

Last night, he’d wanted to hold Isabella. Their conversation, telling her about Skylar, he’d opened up. The evening had not been what he’d envisaged when he’d invited her to dine with him. He certainly hadn’t foreseen the mind-blowing sex they’d shared. When she’d massaged him, it had been like she’d set off tiny detonations throughout his body. As she’d broken down one set of tension, another had grown, quite literally. When he’d rolled over and seen her sitting there, he’d had to touch her. She was the north pole to his south. If he was truly honest, he’d felt their attraction from the moment he laid eyes on her teaching her class, before he even knew who she was.

Christian had not wanted the evening to end. After sinking into her body, he’d wanted her to look at him. To see her eyes glazed with passion, again and again. Perhaps the romantic setting, the private dinner, or the enchantment of Thailand created the feeling? He’d asked her to stay, and she had. It was the first time in years he’d felt this relaxed or slept so deeply.

Christian picked up a note left on the desk.

Christian

Thank you for a wonderful evening.

I had to leave as I have an early class.

Safe travels.

Isabella xx

No, see you later, call me... Christian wasn’t sure why that left a hollow feeling in his chest. He ought to feel happy. There had been no awkward goodbyes or empty promises this morning. Isabella was, after all, one of his sister’s best friends and still in contact with her. Scarlett would hang him up by his short and curlies if she got to know about this. She’d all but warned him off when they’d spoken on the phone. But then Christian had to admit, Isabella had been a very willing partner. Christian gasped as his body hardened at the memory. He was acting like a sex-starved, pubescent teenager, not a thirty-five-year-old, successful businessman with a healthy sex-life.

Christian headed for the shower—the setting switched to cold.

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As Christian checked out, he was regretting letting Henri take point with Richard and the Asia Office.

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