Page 84 of Isabella

“Okay?”

“Pick it up from his place at five p.m.”

The sound of a click from the line disconnecting has me pulling my phone away from my ear and staring at the blank screen.Why the fuck do I have to pick up his dues?

Shaking the irritation my dad planted in me away, I choose to focus on one thing.

Isabella and I went back to our regular routines a few days ago, and I fucking hate it. Not having her in my bed the past few nights has been torture, which is why I’m here to surprise her at work.

Using the key Liana gave me, I let myself in through the back entrance and make my way toward her office.

I knock on the door and wait for the melodic voice of Isabella to come through. “Come in,” she says.

Pushing my way through the door, I find her in the large office all by herself—thank fuck—sitting behind a white desk against the far wall and staring intently at a computer screen with the cutest fucking square-framed glasses on.

She glances over to me as I stride across the room, and the serious expression on her face melts away and is replaced with her beautiful smile. “Nicco,” she says as she rises from the chair, her enthusiasm matching the excitement in her eyes.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” I say, making my way around the desk.

She wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a kiss.

“New look?” I ask, referring to her glasses.

“Oh,” she says, and hurriedly removes them from her face. She holds them up in the air. “I’ve been on the computer a lot, so I got a pair of these blue-light glasses.”

“Are they working?”

Isabella holds them out, twisting them around as if she’s inspecting them before finally saying, “Honestly, I have no idea.” Tossing them on the desk, she says, “I’ve been wearing them for a few days, but everything feels the same as it did before, so who really knows. I just thought they were cute.”

Pulling her close, I say, “Oh, no… they’re fucking sexy. I could get used to you wearing them.”

Her hands wrap around my neck once more, sliding into my hair. A shiver makes its way down my spine. “Oh, yeah?” she says playfully.

“Looking like a sexy librarian. You know, that’s always been a fantasy of mine. Maybe you should put those glasses back on,” I say.

“Oh, that can be arranged,Mr. Silvestri.”

The way she calls me Mr. Silvestri sends a tingling sensation straight to my dick, waking it right the fuck up. “You might want to watch how you’re speaking to me, Isabella.”

Those words fuel something in her. “What ever do you mean,Mr. Silvestri?” she asks, once again enunciating my name in a way that could have me begging at her feet. Her tone reeks of pure innocence, but the sly smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes tell me better.

Wrapping her high ponytail in my hand, I pull it down, forcing her face up toward me. Her mouth is so close to mine as I say, “You want to see what happens when you don’t listen to me, Isabella?”

“What’re you going to do,Mr. Silvestri? Punish me?” A light sparks in her eyes, and I don’t hesitate another second before slamming my mouth on hers, allowing our lips to find their home against each other.

We go at it with one another, thrusting our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths, succumbing to the animalistic side of us that comes out when we’re together.

Sliding my hands under her black leather skirt, I lift her up onto the desk. “What do you think your punishment should be?” I drag my finger up her thigh along the sheer fabric of her tights.This will not do.

Pulling her toward me so her ass is perched on the edge of the desk, I reach under her skirt, grab hold of her tights, and stretch them until they tear. The sound of the shredding material echoes between us, and she looks up at me, mouth agape in absolute want and need.

“Liana’s working with Lux on the floor, showing her how to change up the displays,” she says, her words coming out breathless. “We should have some time to ourselves.”

Isabella slides her hands to my belt buckle and starts undoing it. “I want you now, Nicco,” she says, her tone just as desperate as I feel.

She unbuttons my jeans and is about to slide the zipper down when a knock sounds at the door accompanied by a man’s voice. “Izzy?”

Fucking hell.

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