“I also promised to show you how you could have both me and your dreams—”
“And you’re doing that. Every single day, you teach me that I deserve to be loved as profoundly as I love you.” When his hand moves toward my breast, I swat it away. I can barely breathe from his closeness, but not even the thickest lust cloud could blind me now. “Are you regretting me rejoining the workforce?”
“No.” Isaac doesn’t lie, so it only takes a nanosecond for him to backtrack on the one he just told. “Yes, but only because I hate the gap it places between us. I went over twelve hours without hearing you quiver my name yesterday. It almost killed me.”
The most inappropriately timed giggle springs from my mouth. It can’t be helped. You’re not seeing what I am. He isn’t joking. He is one hundred percent serious that a twelve-hour delay between our ‘fuck sessions’ was the cruelest form of punishment he’s ever endured. I love that he craves me as much as I do him. It means there’s less chance of me being rejected.
I snap my mouth shut and square my shoulders when the haunted gleam in his eyes switches to one I’m all too familiar with. His gaze is primal and dominating, and it activates every one of my hot buttons. “No, Isaac, we’re not finished with our discussion.”
When a seductive smirk etches onto his mouth, intimacy fires between us. He’s not smiling about my pathetic attempt to continue our conversation but from the giant step I took away from him. Even though it lodged a foot of space between us, it hasn’t weakened the intensity brewing between us in the slightest. If anything, it made it more pronounced.
“I told you your pussy was mine for the next twelve hours, Isabelle. If my calculations are correct, I still have twenty minutes left.” I shudder out a hot breath when he sucks in an undignified one through his nostrils. “If your scent is anything to go by, I won’t even need two.”
When he takes another step toward me, I hold my hand out in front of myself, begging for him to stop. He doesn’t listen to my silent prompts. He never does. He knows as well as I do how much my qualm is faltering, and how I’ll never have the ability to deny him.
Just as he did in the elevator of my old apartment building, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, he has me splayed against the shower wall. My legs are wrapped around his waist, his mouth is on mine, and two of his talented fingers are working me into a frenzy.
It all happens so quickly, I’m screaming his name, and the walls of my vagina are clenching around his fingers in no time at all. The fireworks erupting throughout my body are enough to buckle my knees. I’m not worried, though. Even with one of his hands required to bring me to climax, he won’t drop me. He’d never hurt me.
The hot water pelting from the shower adds to the heat bristling between us when he guides the crest of his cock through the folds of my pussy. I’m drenched from both the shower and my recent orgasm, but he still takes his time notching in the first few inches. He wants me at his mercy, not withering in pain.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
When my eyes snap to his, a throaty moan rolls up my chest. Our exchange isn’t as I imagined. He doesn’t want me at his complete mercy. This isn’t even a declaration of love. He’s showing me he’s just as vulnerable as me, and his nightmares far exceed any I’ve ever had. He wants to give me his world because he can’t imagine me not being in it.
The coaxing glint in his eyes is my undoing. I’m not strong enough as it is with this man, much less when his eyes are on me as they are. “Have the prenup redrafted, then we’ll pick a date suitable for us both.”
Isaac shakes his head. The pummels of his thick cock are as remorseless as the gleam in his eyes. “No. That’s one negotiation I’m not willing to discuss. You gave me your heart, Isabelle, now I’ll give you the world.”
The impact of his statement isn’t any less compelling hearing it for the second time. We fucked like uncultured maniacs that night. It was a blistering embrace that showcased our feelings for one another in a way we’ve refined the past six months.
This is how we express ourselves—through touch, manifestations without words, and a connection that will never be denied. Sex won’t make or break us, but there won’t be a negotiation made without it. It’s how we operate.
“Have it changed to the standard terms. Anything you had before we wed is yours to leave with if we were to separate.”
I’m stunned I can talk. Even with the water cooling from how long we’ve been in the shower, my body temperature is unbelievably hot. I’m roasting all over and on the verge of climax. We fooled around in this very shower many times, but I’ve never had the devotion of Isaac’s eyes as I do now. They’ve not once left mine, as insistent as he is for us to wed with the prenup he had Regan draw up.
After adjusting my hips, spreading me wider for him, he reenters me at a slower pace than we were going earlier. “That kind of defeats the purpose of giving you everything I have, doesn’t it?”
When he takes me even deeper, I swivel my hips, striving to fit him all in. His thickness exposes how important this is to him. He doesn’t enter a negotiation without his game face on. Although, right here, right now, he’s not a determined, ruthless businessman without a face. He’s my lover, the man I’d sacrifice anything for. The one who held me when I thought I was close to breaking and sided with the devil to ensure I didn’t.
“I don’t like this, Isaac. I hate the way it looks.”
His grip on my hips tightens. He heard the defeat in my voice, the low simpering tone that exposes I’m close to giving in. “This isn’t about anyone else. It’s about you and me. Us, as a couple. We’re one and the same, Isabelle.”
He moves us off the wall, so we stand under the lukewarm water as the solid unit he’s trying to display us as—an unbreakable force that will weather the most brutal storm without a scratch. This is why I fell for him so fiercely. He’s exposed, unguarded, and raw, yet the most beautiful I’ve ever seen him.
He’s also right. It is him and me. It’s always been us—two smudges of gray in a black and white world.
“Okay.”
My voice is so faint, I’m surprised Isaac heard me. I know he did, though, because not only did his thighs bunch, so did the vein feeding his magnificent cock. He’s even girthier now, my agreement having him eager to celebrate how we have every event in our life. I can’t blame him. I’ll never forget the look on his face now. It shows I just gave him the world he’s so determined to give me.
5
Isaac
Mistakes are a part of life.
