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Her arms and legs tightened around him. His strong arms jerked her closer and he slid deeper and harder with each thrust. Angela’s mouth fell open in silent cries. The pleasure was so intense she couldn’t even vocalize how good he felt inside her. She gripped the back of his head and met his thrusts with eager pulses of her own. The door vibrated behind her, and the sounds of her harsh breaths met with Isaiah’s own grunts of pleasure. He bit his lower lip and squeezed her tight.
The quivers of her orgasm started. She wasn’t ready. She wanted this to last longer, to hold him longer. But he probably sensed how close she was, and increased his pace. Angela’s body shattered into a thousand threads of ecstasy. She buried her face in his neck, then bit down on his shoulder to stop herself from crying out for the world to hear. She felt the hard pulses of his own release. He pushed her harder against the door and slapped one hand against the solid wood.
They broke apart slowly. He looked at her as if he wanted her again, and an aftershock of need went through her. She looked away quickly and pulled down her skirt. If she kept his gaze she’d be back against the door. His cell phone chimed. Isaiah pulled up his pants, but didn’t fasten them. He took out the phone, frowned and turned his back.
Curious, Angela moved beside him to see. A text from Bridget. He pressed the button on the side and quickly darkened the screen.
“Bathroom?”
“Why is she texting you?” Angela heard the accusation in her voice, but didn’t care.
“She wants to talk.”
“Are you two really over?” Or was Angela just a fun stopover during his break from Bridget. Tendrils of doubt crept across her brain like a weed. He’d come here tonight and said he was free, but he just happened to have a condom ready in his back pocket? Isaiah said he wasn’t a player, but the guys who came to Sweethearts with condoms in their pockets came because they expected more than a dance.
“For me it is. She thinks this is just another temporary split.” He sounded tired, exasperated even.
Angela didn’t buy it. For the second time, Isaiah made her feel like he’d been playing with her. “The bathroom is down the hall to the right.” He reached for her and she backed away. “I won’t be your side piece. This won’t happen again.” She slipped through the door and out into the hall. A couple of the dancers hurried away from the door. Their whispers and giggles followed as they went back to the main floor.
“Damn!” she muttered. Not only had she been played for a fool, but she’d also been caught. Z had a strict rule of no sex with clients. Especially not in his club. Shit, damn and boy was she screwed.
Her cheeks burned and she quickly rushed to the ladies’ room before Isaiah came out. She pulled the heart-shaped diffuser charm on her necklace to her nose to fill her nostrils with lavender, but all she smelled was Isaiah’s cologne. She groaned and splashed water on her face. Walking away from him was the right decision. She was in a ton of trouble after tonight. So how come all she wanted to do was find Isaiah and repeat their mistake?
CHAPTER 14
One week from the night at the club, and Angela was sure she’d have a mental breakdown. Thank heaven it was Friday. Between working late all week, walking on pins and needles waiting for Jerry to drop the bomb about seeing her at Sweethearts and playing the memory of having sex with Isaiah on repeat, she was more than ready for the weekend and a glass of wine. Maybe three.
They weren’t training on Fridays so she was able to slip out of the office right before five. A few coworkers smiled and waved, but no one stopped her to talk, avoided her gaze, or whispered behind their hands. She was tempted to believe Jerry was going to let everything that happened the week before go, but she wasn’t that naive. He wouldn’t be that nasty to her only to drop everything. Which meant her pins-and-needles walk was going to last over the weekend.
The back of her neck prickled when she got to her car. She looked over her shoulder and spotted Jerry and a few people from his section walking out of the office. They hadn’t been in the same training group so she hadn’t seen him much during the week. Now, he met her eye, throwing her a smug smile. Angela’s stomach constricted but she responded to the look with a glower. She should have said something to Tamara, but figured Jerry would have said something first. No more waiting the jerk out; she’d call Tamara over the weekend and give her a heads-up.
