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I nod. “I would have been around ten the first time I heard you, but it wasn’t until I was maybe thirteen or fourteen that I actually understood what was going on in there.”
“Shit, Aspen. I’m sorry,” he tells me with a cringe. “If I knew you could hear all of that shit, I never would have—”
“Don’t” I say, cutting him off again. “Don’t start beating yourself up over it. It’s not a big deal. Besides, by the time I was older and more aware of . . . myself, you were away at college. So it’s not like I was . . . you know, not like last night.”
Izaac gives me a hard stare, his brow arching as if knowing damn well I’m talking shit. “Austin and I had a fuckload of wild parties here during our college days, Aspen. Just because I was away at college, didn’t mean I wasn’t staying in that room just as much as I always did.”
Lifting my mug to my lips, I glance away again, trying not to grin. “Yep.”
During his college days, I used to love when he came home. Even if it meant he was screwing some random girl, it still meant that I got the slightest window into what it would be like to be with him, and I fucking loved it. But I’m not about to admit that to him.
No wonder I’ve struggled to get over him. When it comes to sex, I’ve always associated it with Izaac.
“FUCK!”
Izaac grips the counter again, his knuckles turning white, but all I can do is silently laugh, smothering my hand over my lips.
His gaze snaps up, looking at me in horror. “Are you seriously laughing at this? I was unknowingly corrupting you as a kid.”
“Cool your jets, Izaac. It’s not like I had a secret glory hole in the wall and was using it to watch you fuck your way through the female population. Though, one thing is for sure, when you’ve been drinking, that stamina of yours . . .” I make a whistling sound, starting high and getting lower with every passing second, and just for good measure, I make an arc with my finger, starting up by my head and finishing way down past the counter.
Izaac scoffs, amusement flashing in those dark eyes that have always held me captive. He presses his elbows on the counter and leans in, bringing himself a shitload closer and holding my gaze. “If you’ve really been listening through the wall as intently as you say you have, then you know damn well that’s not true. I fuck like a god, Aspen.”
I swallow hard, my heart racing a million miles an hour as my core clenches. I’ve heard him through the wall more than enough to know he likes to take his time. He fucks a woman until she can’t possibly take it anymore, no matter how intoxicated he might be. There’s no denying it, Izaac Banks certainly does fuck like a god. Just like the perfect stranger from Vixen. Now, if Izaac were to fuck me the way my perfect stranger did . . . Good God! I’d be ruined forever.
A shiver sails down my spine, but all I can do is stare back at him, hunger pooling deep in my core.
I need to get a grip.
His gaze darkens as if knowing the effect he has on me, and when his lips kick up into a wicked smirk, he pulls away. He’s so fucking smug. It’s as though making me sweat has just become his new favorite game, and for the most part, I’m so here for it. Only this is one game I don’t think either of us will win.
Izaac wanders around the kitchen, collecting a bunch of things from both the fridge and pantry before spreading it out on the counter. I watch him grab two bagels, and as he cuts them open, I silently sip my coffee, watching his every move.
There’s something so peaceful about it. It’s rarely just me and him. Austin goes out of his way to make sure of it, but at times like this, I do what I can to soak it up. It would be so easy between us . . . If only he ever saw me in that way.
Izaac spreads cream cheese across the bagel before quickly glancing up at me. “You heading back to campus today?”
“Yeah,” I say, grateful for the change of topic that allows me the chance to actually breathe. “I’ve got a big assignment due this week, so as soon as everyone is up, I’ll probably say goodbye and get out of here.”
A playful grin stretches across his lips sending butterflies storming through my stomach. “Let me guess, you haven’t started it yet?”
I laugh, trying to play off the way his gaze makes me squirm in my seat. “I have . . . mostly.”
“Uh-huh,” he says with a smug grin before putting the top back on the bagel and sliding it onto a plate. “Here. Eat this. If you have any hope of concentrating after the night you’ve had, you’re gonna need your energy.”
Izaac hands me the plate, and without leaving a single crumb, I annihilate my bagel, knowing it tastes even better just because it was made by the capable hands of a sex god.
10
IZAAC
What the fuck was I thinking?
I shake my head as I stride through the service entrance of Vixen on Tuesday afternoon, doing my best to ignore the strange feeling fluttering through me at the thought of Aspen having been here with me.
Ha. If only she knew.
She’d fucking hate me for keeping this from her. She consented to be with someone she thought she’d never see again, and there’s comfort in the anonymity of Vixen’s dark rooms. If I had known who she was, it never would have happened, but telling her the truth now would only ruin her fantasy.
