His lips thin into a harsh line when I shake my head, denying his request. My eyes shift to the corner of the room where the female staff member remains, watching our exchange with her mouth ajar.
“Get out.” My excitement intensifies when Isaac’s gaze never once leaves mine as he orders her out of the room.
“Boss, while you're here I wanted to ask. . .”
“Get out!” Isaac growls.
She nods before scurrying out of the room even faster than the manager did.
“Come here, Isabelle,” Isaac demands again.
His tone is clipped, but it doesn't stop the tremor coursing through my body from my name rolling off his tongue. Although the sheer sight of him instigates wetness to pool between my legs, his gaze is unnerving. It has me pinned, unable to move.
Isaac mutters something under his breath before he moves away from the desk. His movements are effortless as if he glides instead of walking as a mere man would.Nothing about Isaac could ever be seen as mere.
His strides don’t lessen until I am pinned between the man who ignites my senses with a simple touch and the heavy wooden door of the manager’s office.
The lash of his tongue on my gaped mouth causes my knees to weaken. Isaac's kisses convey his personality perfectly: powerful, alluring, sexy, and knee-buckling hot.
He cups the back of my thigh with one hand to steady my swaying movements, while his other hand slithers over the top of my dress until stopping at my nape to pull my mouth closer to his. His kiss is sumptuous and toe-curling good. It once again goes above and beyond my highest expectations.
I snake my fingers over the ridges of his muscular back before raking them through his hair. He sighs a rattled groan. The sheer sound alone nearly causes me to combust.
He nips at my bottom lip before soothing the painful sting with the caress of his talented tongue. My tongue glides along his, stroking and absorbing his delicious taste. He pulls away from our embrace, producing a whim of protest from my mouth.
When I open my eyes, I draw in a long and shaky breath. The look in his eyes reflects his torment and indecisiveness, his internal battle.
“Please,” I whimper, throwing my dignity out the window.
Just the sensation of his fingertips probing the pressure points on the back of my neck and the skillfulness of his tongue and gifted mouth have me close to orgasmic bliss.
No longer capable of restraining myself, I thrust my pelvis upwards. A rough moan erupts from my throat when my oversensitive pussy connects with Isaac’s thick and lengthened cock. One expert roll of his hips has me throwing my head back and my eyes snapping shut.
He bites, nibbles and caresses my exposed neck. His slow, purposeful movements lead him toward the region of my erratically panting chest. He jerks on the material holding my dress together, rendering it open, exposing my barely covered breasts. His eyes rocket to mine. They no longer show his torment and indecisiveness; they show his unbridled desire.
A smirk tugs on his lips when his index finger glides along the thin, white lace material of my bra. His finger feels rough and smooth at the same time. My mouth becomes parched when he releases my breast from its restrictive restraints and traps my erect nipple in his warm, inviting mouth.
After lavishing my breasts with his skilled tongue, he diverts his attention to underneath my breasts and across my stomach. He bites, sucks and nibbles on my skin, making every hair bristle with attention.
His name rumbles from my throat in a ragged groan when the tip of his nose grazes my panty-covered clit. He chuckles a pussy-clenching laugh at the wail escaping my lips from him veering away from the one part of my body screaming for his attention.
Raking my fingers through his hair that is damp at the tips from the stifling heat in the office, I guide his head back to my weeping sex, which is begging for his attention.
“Patience, Isabelle.” Isaac’s gaze lifts to mine to wordlessly command my focus.
Unable to tear my gaze away, I watch him bite and suck on my right inner thigh. The sting of his teeth and the roughness of his five o'clock shadow brings a rush of excitement to my sex.
Usually, it takes dedicated attention to bring me to climax, but I'm so close to the brink right now, just the slight brush of his fingertip on my clit will have me free-falling.
Crouching down in front of me, Isaac guides my left leg onto his shoulder. My body is so lax, my movements are sluggish and slow. My toes curl when his nose runs along the seam of my panties. He inhales a vast, undignified whiff, not the slightest bit ashamed.
“You smell so fucking good,” he mutters before sucking my clit into his mouth through the material of my lace panties.
I scream as an orgasm rips through my body so hard and fast, stars form in front of my eyes. Although we’re in public—and there is a possibility we could be exposed at any moment—I can’t stop the moans erupting from my throat when Isaac slips my panties to the side to devour my drenching sex. The ability to control my body has been relinquished to the man who just caused it to implode with one heart-stopping suck.
Isaac’s name spills from my mouth on repeat as the lashes of his tongue slowly guide me down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. He consumes my pussy with dedicated sweeps and playful bites, not the least bit confronted I combusted within seconds of our exchange commencing.
Just as I rein in the uncontrollable shudders racking through my body, Isaac clenches my panties in his hand and shreds them off my body—their feeble material no match to his strength. He devours me without pause, his eagerness adding to the giddiness hazing my mind. The throaty moans he releases vibrates on my clit, intensifying the wetness between my legs.
