I don't know how he expects me to sleep. Not only are there hundreds of questions running through my head, I feel his monstrous manhood grinding my backside. Sensing my reluctance, Isaac glides his hand up and down my arm in a soothing motion. Over time, my blinking lengthens, and my breathing slows, until I fall blissfully asleep.
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I don’t need to open my eyes to know Isaac isn’t in the room with me. The aura of a man like him permeates the air. His power, his stature, his importance, it is all something you feel, not visualize. That is how I know he left the room hours ago.
Sluggishly opening my eyes, I stretch my arms out in front of my body, which is still adoring the two toe-curling orgasms I had last night. Although Isaac’s confrontation with Col filtered through my mind all night long, I had the most restful sleeps I’ve ever had. Two consecutive mind-blowing climaxes shattered me, rendering me physically exhausted. Then being snuggled in the warmth of Isaac’s body had me sleeping like a baby.
I climb out of bed and head into the expansive guest bathroom attached to my impressive suite. My toes grip the plush, luxurious carpet pile as I increase my strides, the shower beckoning me to it. I take my time shampooing my hair with the deliciously fragrant toiletries supplied.
Spurts of warm water slide down my face before stopping and clinging to my top lip. All the forbidden images of Isaac nipping, lashing and tasting my mouth come rushing back to the forefront. When my tongue darts out to lick my top lip, I can still taste him on my skin.
My leisurely shower becomes hurried, my urge to see Isaac outweighing my love of long, heavenly showers. I dry myself with a plush towel before running my fingers through my shampooed hair and securing it into a messy bun on the top of my head. Because of my late awakening, the temperature has already heated up enough to know I’ll be either spending a majority of my day in the coolness of the sea breeze or by the grotto pool.
Turning my eyes to my suitcase, I catch a glimpse of my minuscule bikini hanging on the railing in the bathroom.Maybe it will aid in releasing Isaac’s tension from last night?
Once I'm dressed in a pair of tiny cotton shorts, a bikini top and a crushed natural linen blouse I've left open at the front, I exit my suite. Compared to the constant bustle of the main house yesterday, today it is eerily quiet. I move through the vast rooms of the palatial McGregor residence, seeking any other signs of life.
A hive of activity sounds through a pair of French doors attached to the rec room. Upon exiting, I notice a substantial buffet has been set up on the paved patio next to the pool. I spot Harlow, Cormack, Cate, and Colby gathered around a wrought iron table enjoying the splendor of croissants, fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee.
Harlow smiles and motions for me to join them at the table. Returning her smile, I lift my index finger and signal that I’ll join them once I have my required morning caffeine fix in my hot little hands.
I nearly drop my mug of freshly brewed coffee when “Isabelle,” rolls off a tongue that had me quivering last night.
Isaac is standing so close, I’m trapped between his firm body and the buffet table. The heat of his elongated cock can be felt through my thin cotton shorts, and his delicious scent lingers in my nostrils.
Air catches in my throat when he snags a croissant off the table, his forearm skimming my side boob on the way past.
Raising my eyes, I catch him smirking down at me. He winks before striding away, his cockiness uncontained. I’m unable to move from my spot, frozen in place with desire. When he enters the French doors without a backward glance, I sigh, disturbed by my lack of self-control when he is in my presence.
Once the shred of dignity I barely hold is collected, I mosey to the table everyone is gathered at.
“Holy fuck,” Colby murmurs under his breath.
I'm pretty sure his comment is directed at me, considering the fact he is staring at me with his mouth opened wide, his eyes roaming over my body. Colby stumbles out of his chair, tripping over his own feet. Once he regains his footing, he gestures for me to sit in the chair he was sitting in.
“T-take a seat.”
I try to hide my smile at his clumsiness, but I find it so endearing that the sight of me has him falling over himself, my lips tug higher. When Colby notices my smile, he shakes his head and chuckles.
“You have me stumbling around like a teenage boy,” he says, this time not stuttering. “But seriously, Izzy, you need to issue a warning before you bring out that ammunition.” His gaze locks onto my chest. “Where the hell were you hiding them yesterday?”
I don't know if he wants me to answer him or not, so I remain quiet.
When he cocks his eyebrow at me, waiting for a response, I answer, “Under my shirt.”
Colby chuckles. “Well, you need to bring those puppies out to play more often.”
Our banter is interrupted when a stern cough bellows across the table.
Cormack shoots daggers at Colby. “You were warned yesterday.”
Colby doesn’t seem phased by his older brother’s stern glare or statement. He just smiles at him and winks before removing his shirt.
Holy Cupcakes! Did I die in my sleep and wake up in a Bachelor of the Year contest?
I’m not the only one hiding desirableassetsunder my shirt. Colby’s pecs are impressive, his stomach is ridged, and his guns are. . ..oh. . .my. . .god!But even with his drool-worthy body on display, Colby still can’t compete with Isaac. Isaac’s body isn’t just perfect. It’s pussy-clenching delicious. I don’t think any man will ever steal my attention away from Isaac.
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