“Good morning, Isabelle. How did you sleep?”
Isabelle spits a mouthful of minty foam into the vanity sink before pivoting around to face me. Her face is still crinkled from the pillow she slept on for hours after exhausting me of cum, and her hair is a mess, but she’s still the most entrancing woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
The dress shirt I wore yesterday rides up high on her luscious thighs, her face is void of makeup, and she’s clearly exhausted from my early awakening, but not a single man in the hemisphere could look at her and not get hard. That’s how ravishing Isabelle is.
She ignores my question, instead asking one of her own. “How is this fair? I wake up looking like this, and you wake up looking like that.”
Isabelle stops scrubbing her teeth, so she can drink in my casually-clad frame without hindrance. Since I wanted her to sleep, I took Callie to the park, meaning I switched my suit for white-washed jeans and a casual t-shirt. With rain falling earlier this morning, I kicked off my shoes and drenched socks in the foyer, leaving me barefoot. The man standing before her now doesn’t emulate the man I want my competitors to see, but since it is her, the woman I love, I’m not worried. She’s seen me at my worst, yet she still stands at my side, forever supporting me.
Isabelle snaps out of her trance-like state when her eyes collide with the clock on the wall. “Shit, we’re going to miss our flight. We better hurry.”
My hand shoots out to seize her wrist when she dumps her toothbrush into her makeup bag before attempting to dart past me. “I organized for us to fly home tomorrow morning.” When panic flares through her eyes, I assure her, “Don’t worry, we’ll be home long before your shift starts.”
“We’re flying home tomorrow?” She strives to keep alarm out of her voice and miserably fails. “Why?”
Smugness radiates out of me when I mutter, “You looked tired. I wanted you to rest.”
I don’t know who Isabelle learned her steely glare from, but she should give him a pat on the back. She has the arched-brow-narrowed-eyes look down to a T.
Her chest thrusts up and down in quick succession when I murmur, “I may have also wanted you to myself for a few hours.”
“You sent Callie home without us?” Both disappointment and excitement ring in her tone, but shock is the loudest of them all.
I shake my head. “Not yet. She’ll stay with us today before having a sleepover with Catherine tonight. Only one of my clubs is suitable for minors, although it will still be another thirty years before Callie can step foot inside it.” My threat carries no heat, even with me wishing it did.
A vein in Isabelle’s neck works overtime as she fights to leash her excitement. “We’re going to one of your clubs?” When I nod, the fine hairs on her arms bristle with anticipation. “Which one?”
I don’t respond to her question. She’s acutely aware of my answer as her eyes are locked on my crotch, which is struggling to contain my erection. I devoured her for hours this morning, both needy and covetous, but the look she’s giving me now makes it seem as if her greedy pussy didn’t suck me dry of cum only hours ago.
Tension floods me as I growl, “Don’t look at me like that, Isabelle, or we’ll never leave this room.”
The thrill of the hunt scorches my veins when she munches on her bottom lip, praying it will hide her mumbled, “Please.”
The scent of her arousal already has me on edge. I’ve never smelled anything so erotic. I’m so close to pretending Callie isn’t waiting for Isabelle in the living area, holding a tray of pancakes she helped make. I would if this wasn’t the commencement of Callie’s bid to make Isabelle her mother.
We didn’t just tackle the jungle gym at the park across from our hotel this morning. We faced much bigger issues, the most resounding, Callie’s slip of the word ‘Daddy’ for the second time. She was panicked she’d be in trouble but was quick to act like she didn’t say anything. It was only after I assured her it was fine did she relax.
Callie is not yet four, but she’s extremely smart. She had no choice but to grow up fast in the environment she was born into. Her intellect is the reason she learned quickly that Isabelle isn’t her competition. She loves Isabelle as she does me, it just took her a few months to understand we have the ability of loving her and each other without losing the importance of the words I’m still reluctant to share.
I love Isabelle. My feelings for her are something I’ve never experienced before, but they remind me of every mistake I’ve ever made. I plan to fix the errors I’ve made, and today will be the commencement of that. It started with the three little words I whispered to Isabelle when she was in the throes of ecstasy, and I’m hopeful it will end just as sweetly.
When I drag my finger up Isabelle’s arm, her outward appearance gives no indication she’s affected by my touch, but her shallow pants and the bristling of the fine hairs on her arm give away her deceit. She’s affected by my touch as much now as she was when she bumped into me at the airport. She just doesn’t want to admit to the hold I have over her.
The delicious scent of Isabelle’s arousal filters in the air when I brush my lips on the shell of her ear. “Get dressed, then meet us outside. Callie has a surprise waiting for you.” I dip my finger into the band of her panties. “Wear a dress but get rid of these. I want your pussy bare and waiting for me whenI’mready for it.”
Isabelle tremors before nodding. It should appease my need to control every aspect of her life, but I’ve always found her submissiveness addictive. One abiding demand has me forever chasing another.
“Give them to me now. I’ll keep them in a safe place in case you need them.” She won’t need them, but I don’t mind pretending I’m not an overbearing ogre when it comes to her.
My nostrils flare when Isabelle opens my shirt enough I can see the lace panties she’s wearing. They are steel gray, and since they’re drenched, they are clinging to the folds of her pussy. If I’m not mistaken, they’re identical to the panties she wore the first time we slept together in my jet. It’s been a few months since I’ve seen them, so I could be mistaken.
My intuition is proven spot-on when Isabelle says, “I called Scout earlier to request a second jet. There’s an immense amount of power in becoming a multimillionaire. Not only did he grant my request, he didn’t snicker when I demanded it have a bed installed instead of the desks you and Cormack generally fly with.”
She slides the damp material down her thighs, bunches them up, then stuffs them into the top pocket of my shirt. “Shower quickly, Mr. Holt, as I’d hate foryouto miss a minute of the activitiesI’veplanned for us today.”
Suspicion thickens my veins as quickly as the scent of her arousal thickened my cock. “If you had planned for us to stay longer, why did you pretend we’re late for our flight?”
While snagging a pair of jeans out of her suitcase, she flashes me a flirty grin. “Because it’s nice knowing things the man who knows everything doesn’t.”
