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He tilts his head. “Because I came to London to spend time with my fiancée, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.” And then he pinches my clit, the pain and pleasure that courses through my body is untenable.
He lifts my hips off the massage table to get better access to me and then he devours me with his tongue. He licks and sucks, exploring and teasing at my ass and pussy in succession.
And then he shoves his fingers deep into my pussy, continuing to lick my ass as he does, driving me wild with the need for release.
I’m writhing on the massage table now, my head thrown back in ecstasy as he presses down on my G-spot. My moans grow louder, Isiah’s name spilling from my lips like a prayer repeatedly, making me hate myself in the process. He pulls his fingers out and sucks on my clit, dragging his teeth over it until I’m breathless.
“Please,” I moan, hating that he’s reduced me to this. I’m begging him to make me come and it makes me sick.
He chuckles. “Are you begging, love?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Just make me come.”
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he says.
I shake my head, trying to stave off the rage simmering like an inferno within me. “Please make me come,” I say.
And then he thrusts two fingers back inside, his tongue probing at my ass. That’s all it takes to bring my orgasm crashing down on me, exploding through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. As wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, Isiah doesn’t stop licking and sucking every part of me until every last drop of my arousal is consumed.
Once he’s finished, he releases me and reality hits me. “Get out,” I say, scrambling to my feet.
He shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re spending the day together in London.”
I shake my head. “I’m leaving on a jet at two o’clock.”
His eyes narrow. “Why?”
“You know why.”
“Well, we’ll see who gets there first.”
I start toward him, forgetting I’m totally naked. “You better not go near my house.”
“Or what?”
I’m shaking with anger as I grab my robe and throw it on. “We’ll be leaving sooner, and I doubt your jet will be fueled and ready. Now get out of my way.” I push him aside.
“See you in Washington, love. May the best person win.” He winks.
I grunt in anger and head next door to Olivia’s room, knowing forcing her to leave early is going to be difficult, but I won’t let Isiah beat me back to my dad. He’s unbelievable at times.
23
ISIAH
Bella comes rushing into her father’s study, her shoulders slumping the moment she sets eyes on me. She was close, but not close enough.
“I thought you were still in London,” I say, trying to remain casual.
After all, I’ve already told Gio my side of the story.
Gio stands. “So did I. Don’t tell me that you flew back early all because of this silly little argument you had with Isiah.”
Her eyes narrow to slits as she balls her fists by her sides. I’ve got to admit she’s adorable when she’s angry. “Argument? The man has a fucking board with all our faces on it in his home!”
“Isiah said it was more of a notepad on a desk than a board and that you were blowing it out of proportion in an attempt to get out of this wedding.” He runs a hand across the back of his neck. “Is that true?”
She shakes her head and marches closer. “No, he’s lying to you.”
