Isaac. I was in his bed. What time was it?
The thoughts dissolved as his wicked hand swept over my breasts again, ignoring the peaks of my nipples and settling instead on my stomach. “Wake up, my love,” he kissed my shoulder, his dark hair falling to tickle my cheeks and neck. My body reacted instantly, hands exploring the taut muscles of his back and shoulders. “Ah, there you are.”
I stretched under him, willing myself out of the most restful sleep I’d had in ages. He hooked his arms under my spine and pulled me up onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around him, finding that he was still wearing his underwear while I was completely naked.
“I made lunch.” A kiss on my cheek. “You might want to eat something,” a kiss to my lips. “Give you some strength.” He nipped my bottom lip and gave me that half-smile. “For when I fuck you against the wall.”
“I would much rather stay here.” I let go of his neck and started my descent back to the bed. He stopped me, catching my lower back in his arms and pulling me back up to him. I let myself be dead weight in his arms, arched backward, my chest to the ceiling, laughing as he struggled with his balance a bit. I was going to take this man down with me. He licked the space between my breasts and I knew I’d get what I wanted first.
He surrendered and we fell to the mattress, his biceps by my ears. I kissed him there and pulled his hips into me with my heels. “I think you’d much rather stay here, too.”
His laugh sent a ripple of pleasure down my spine. “Maybe,” he kissed me deeply, his tongue flirting with mine, “now is the time to introduce you to tease and denial.” He said, punctuating his words with feather-light kisses down my body.
“No, it is not.” I was aching with anticipation, of the feel of his lips and tongue on me.
He pushed my thighs open forcefully, stretching my legs as wide as they could go. The gentle pain in the muscles of my groin intensifying the gentle pulse building in my core. He smiled wickedly up at me. He teased me with his kisses, everywhere but where I needed his lips most. So slow.
Just hurry up. Now. I don’t want teasing. I want it now.
“The faster we get this over with the faster we go to lunch.” I squeaked through my jagged breath.
“Get this over with? So it’s like that, then?” He sounded offended. I bolted up to look at him and he was grinning up at me, his fingers so close to my entrance. The sight of him between my legs was erotic. An exquisitely gentle caress of my entrance, while the pad of his thumb applied pressure to my clitoris. Then, all sensation vanished. Isaac rolled to his side, propping his head in his hand, the other on the bed between my legs.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I was trembling.
“So what did you mean?” His fingers were barely touching me as he traced a line from my knee up my inner thigh. He stopped at the top of my pubic bone after tracing a circle around where my body needed him most.
“I meant, that we could just have a quickie, and then go eat.”
Isaac looked up and me, a playful half-smile on his lips. He slipped a finger into me. I sighed and closed my eyes. “I made masala, I hope you like spicy food.”
“Isaac,” I groaned.
“Yeah?” He flicked his tongue on me, tasting my wetness, a quiet, hungry hum of approval vibrating against the tender velvet. I was melting. I might have been in the position of power, but I was putty in his hands, despite the fact that I could crush his skull with my thighs if I wanted to. I spread my thighs farther, tilting my pelvis angling my clit down to him. There. I want it there.
“Stop talking.”
“Tsk. tsk.” He clicked his tongue. “That’s no way to treat a gentleman.”
“This is no way to treat a lady.”
“No? I think you’re rather enjoying yourself.” He pulled his fingers from me and licked my wetness off of them, as if he were finishing a confection that had left his fingers a mess. He was set on going slow and my body was screaming to be taken now. “You’re blushing, Celeste.” He kissed my thigh and trailed kisses up the blooming flush to my cheeks. “Is there something on your mind? You can ask me for anything.”
I kissed him, silencing myself… too shy to ask him to fuck me… to beg for him to take me however he wanted. That was a dangerous game, to admit what I wanted in bed. I’d never been with a man who wanted to know such things.
“Celeste, I can play this game all day,” he whispered against my lips. I believed him. He touched me nowhere but my lips, and even his kiss was a whisper. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
My voice trembled, my heart pounded in my chest, not from arousal, but fear. Fear of rejection, that he’d laugh at me. That he’d be turned off by my wanton, feverish need.
“Maybe, if I go first, you’ll open up to me. I want you to fuck me, Celeste. I want you on top of me, giving fuck-all if I come. I want to be used by you. What do you want?”
“I want you to take me from behind like before.” My body remembered the way he hit me in that one, tiny spot, that orgasm I’d never felt before. Different, more intense.
“And in which order are we going to debauch ourselves while lunch gets cold?”
“Who said you were getting what you want?” I teased him, slipping my hands under the fabric separating us. He was hard and his cock twitched when I ran my thumb over the sensitive tip.
He mirrored me, and slipped two fingers into me, resting his thumb on my clit, finally. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him slowly. I squeezed harder when he didn’t react and he thrust himself against the pressure, gasping into my mouth, stealing my sigh. His hard chest rose and fell above me, my breasts reaching for him when he gasped at my teasing quickening strokes. He was losing his focus, having stopped stroking me, losing himself in the growing pressure and pace of my hand. His brows stitched together, his breath jagged as he tried to control my pace by pulling away. I went with him, propping myself up with an arm while he knelt before me.
Our eyes met, fevered and wild. Isaac shoved my hand away and I turned away from him, looking over my shoulder, waiting for him. Inviting him. Instead, he pulled me into his lap, facing away from him, and bit my neck. I grabbed the pulsing length of him and drove down onto him, the momentary sting of adjusting to the feel of him delicious and racing down my thighs.
He gripped my hips and pushed me up, sliding all the way up to his tip, and then I pushed down, taking him deep in one crashing stroke. He moaned into my ear and pushed me up again, releasing his grip for me to fall back down onto him. I sighed at the way he filled me, stretched me, squeezed my hips and my breast. Isaac ran a hand roughly up my chest and pulled me to him, arching my back. He grabbed my braid and tugged gently as he pushed me up again, the pull on my scalp sending white-hot pleasure down my spine to where our bodies met. No one had ever pulled my hair, and I realized I loved it. It was a gentle caress of pain against the absolute ecstasy of my building orgasm.
I sped up, ignoring the strong pressure of his hands to slow me down. I want more. My thighs burned from the bouncing and the angle of my body. I whimpered. “Fuck me, Isaac,” was all I said. A silent plea for him to bring me to the edge.
Isaac let go of my hair and grabbed my shoulder, pushing me down onto the bed. I lay my chest to the bed and buried my face into his crisp, cool pillow. It smelled like his aftershave and his shampoo. He drove into me, fast and hard, and I tried to push back into him, learning the rhythm of him. It felt so good. So good. I reached to my pussy the way he had last night, and cradled it, pressing two fingers to my clit how he’d taught me. My orgasm tightened around him, I cried out.
Within a few strokes he stilled behind me, moaning and letting my orgasm tighten and release around his cock, stroking his orgasm. “Can you feel that?” I asked wickedly, recalling how those words had made him pure lust last night.
“Yes,” he was panting and petting me everywhere, long rough strokes rasping from my neck down my spine and down my thighs. I loved the way that felt, lik
e he couldn’t get enough of me, of touching me, of seeing me bent over, arching for him. His hands slowed and I felt him bend over, felt a kiss on my shoulder. Isaac pulled out of me and fell to the sheets next to me with a happy sigh, spent and grinning from ear to ear.
“I love spicy food.” I broke the silence, kissing his shoulder before leaving for the bathroom. When I looked back at the threshold to his en-suite he was shaking his head, smiling to himself, his forearm covering his eyes.
A man completely satisfied.
My reflection in the mirror was the same, flushed and smiling.
§ Isaac §
Celeste looked incredibly sexy in my underwear and tee shirt as she took the seat next to me. She had taken her hair down and it fell in waves all around her. She gave me an accusing look. “I cannot believe you let me sleep so late. Kieran was ready to file a missing person’s report.” I shrugged and handed her a napkin. “I told her I’d be home soon.”
“Well, when you get home I’ll call you to come to work.”
“Isaac, that’s very suspicious.”
“I should care, but you look so good in my knickers, and better without them.”
“We can’t.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
“Monday. We start writing Monday anyway, so she’s expecting late hours.”
“Are you going to pencil me into your agenda?”
“For you, I’ll use permanent ink.” She rolled her eyes and licked away some sauce at the edge of her lips.
“I’m honored. What color do I get?”
She laughed, stretching her arms above her head, nipples peeking through the white cotton tee. “You make fun of me, but my color coding has saved your ass from that office exploding into mayhem again.”
“Stop distracting me. I have nothing witty to say.” I ran my hands up her thighs and took the liberty to nibble her neck.
“Are my feminine wiles too much for you?” She pushed fruitlessly against my chest and giggled.
I deadpanned against her collarbone. “Yes.”
“I have to go,” Celeste groaned.
I traced a line up her thigh. “No you don’t.” I learned from experience that it was hard for her to think with my hands on her legs, so I pushed them open and stood between them.
“Yes, I do.” She slipped her hands under my shirt, my abs twitched at her nails raking up to my chest. She wrapped her hands around my back, exposing my weakness. I loved when a woman petted me like this, my growing hard-on stiffening against her.
“Just, don’t.” I took her earlobe into my mouth and bit down on the tender flesh before whispering into her ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Monday,” Celeste pecked my cheek. She cradled my cheeks in her warm hands and pecked my lips before pushing away.
I pinched her ass as she turned away. Her little yelp of surprise preceded a playful slap to my wrist. “See you Monday, then.” I watched her strut to the bedroom, willing myself not to follow her and shag her again.
CHAPTER 28
Celeste
I hadn’t thought this through… Well, I’d thought about it.
A lot.
More than I cared to admit.
But I hadn’t thought it through. What sleeping with Isaac meant. It was going to be just sex, right? Yeah. Totally. No big deal. I was cool as a pot of buffalo wings.
Just. Sex.
The best sex, I thought. And it made me squirm to recall as I walked home in yesterday’s outfit. I felt so conflicted.
How did I even end up there?
How long had he wanted to fuck me like that? How long had he imagined me naked? My stomach swooped to my ankles and I had to slow my stride to stay standing. One minute we’re kissing in an alleyway and stopping the whole thing, and five days later he’s got me pinned to the headboard.
I could chalk up the kiss to opportunism. We were in a crowd, pushed up against each other, passionate about the same thing. Tired from being together for forty-eight hours. It was easy to just assume kissing me was just an easy opportunity. I mean, I threw myself at him.
I stopped walking and sat on a nearby bench under a tree.
A shady tree for a shady lady.
I had to lie to Kieran about this. She’d helped me all this time get over Anthony and find myself, and now I had to lie to her face. That guilt soured in my throat. But as I swallowed it, it was shockingly easy to come to terms with the fact. I had to protect Isaac and my reputation. Besides, this might end tomorrow.
I pulled out my phone. Not a soul had contacted me. But my calendar had a new alert set up. My heart flip-flopped and I could feel my blush.
Fuck me if I’m late.
I rolled my eyes, but my stupid smile wouldn’t go along with it. Isaac was always late.
I quickly deleted the calendar memo and texted Isaac instead. We should keep our conversations more private, I told him.
I’m going to ravish you against the wall because I’m afraid we aren’t going to make it to my bed. Yeah?
Sexting a coworker is frowned upon… I replied, my abysmal dirty talk skills were about to be exposed.
I’ll have to teach you some phrases that only sound dirty if you want them to.
Yes, sir.
Good girl.
If eight letters had ever turned a woman into a tomato, it was those. I considered going straight back to his apartment. That was too desperate. And I had to face Kieran.
I tip-toed through the door and before it even closed behind me Kieran popped into the foyer with a wide grin. “Well, well, well. Are you happy? Are you regretful? Did you come? Was he massive? Was it awkward? Did you get it all out of your system? Are you back on the horse or are we going to quit riding for a while again?”
I opened my mouth to answer and Kieran cut me off.
“You liked it?”
I nodded and hid my blush from her, covering my face with my bag.
“Oh! You’re red all over! Fucking brilliant. I got ice cream. Tell me everything!”
We curled up on the couch and I told her everything. Except Isaac was David and we’d met at the bar and hit it off while I was leaving. We shared a cab and the rest was all truth.
“That’s so sweet that he washed your hair. Jackson does for me, too. I think men are fascinated by it.” I felt a little guilty about lying, but decided that when it ended between me and Isaac, I would tell her the truth. That way she wouldn’t meddle and we’d all just go on with life like nothing ever happened.
Just sex.
CHAPTER 29
Celeste
Isaac sauntered in twenty minutes late. “Good morning, Miss McAlaster.”
“Good morning Mr. Thompson,” I replied. When our gaze met we both looked away and chuckled. “We have a meeting with the boss in ten.”
“Right. And how am I supposed to pay attention when you’re in that little number?” His gaze dropped over me. Twice. I’d worn a bright red pencil skirt, white blouse, and nude pumps.
“You don’t even know what’s underneath.”
Isaac’s jaw dropped and I burst into laughter. I’d been waiting twenty whole minutes to say that. “What’s underneath?” His voice lowered, head cocked to one side. In just a few strides we were almost nose to nose.
“I guess you’ll find out at five-fifteen when you ‘ravish’ me against the wall.” There is no greater high than knowing you have a man completely entranced by you and your undergarments. Then denying him that knowledge.
I strode past him and he grabbed my elbow. “Make no mistake. I’m a very patient man, Celeste. I’ll have you begging to show me what’s under that skirt long before five o’clock.” He murmured into my ear. “Now, we have a meeting to attend.”
Making small talk to every person that worked at the company on the way to the meeting was an experience no person should ever have to endure. All the cheers and congratulations felt surreal and misplaced. I felt like they could smell my attraction to Isaac.
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��Celeste, dear, have a seat. Isaac isn’t being too sore of a loser?” Michael asked.
“He’s been unbearable,” I teased. Payton seemed to be in great shape.
“That was a fun curveball you threw with the Newlyweds game,” Isaac said, raising a brow to our colleague who slithered a little back in his seat. “Shame you were ill. We would have won that, you and I.”
“I was throwing up for two days,” Payton put a hand to his stomach.
“Have you made any progress on the woman in Russia?” Michael interjected.
He was talking about Sarah Taylor who started the march.
“No,” Isaac answered.
“Why not? What about your source?”
Payton cut in. “I’ve contacted a friend in the London office. As of this morning, they’ve started working on her extradition. He’s promised me that I could have the first interview.”
Isaac blinked, stunned into silence.
“That’s great, Payton. Glad to see you taking some initiative. Make sure Celeste and Isaac have that set up for when she gets here.”
Payton’s expression soured. He turned his attention to me and frowned. “Celeste, you’re being awfully quiet, are you here?”
I stammered.
“You seem distracted.”
If I could have slapped anyone and gotten away with it, I’d have loved to leave his cheeks as red as his hair. I cleared my throat. “I was thinking, I should be the one to interview her. Being a woman, she’ll probably be more responsive to me. She’s a victim of male crime. I don’t think she’d trust you enough to be open.” I chose my words carefully, looking to our boss for the answer.
“Right, go on then. Get out. The lot of you.” Michael was pacing and grumbling as we high-tailed it out of his office. Payton stayed behind, noticeably, claiming he wanted a word with the boss.
Isaac and I were walking down the hallway, our strides so long I was practically hopping to keep up with him. “What the fuck source does he have in government?” I whispered to Isaac as we passed all the cubicles.
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