Page 52 of Love is Fake

I feel, rather than hear, Lennox chuckle darkly against my neck. “I think I like Impatient Isabella.”

Shoving my bikini bottoms to one side, he thrusts his fingers inside of me, already finding me wet and wanting. I moan as he strokes me as if he’s known my body forever and not just for one night. His touch is patient and insistent at the same time, making me dizzy with pleasure. It doesn’t take long before I cry out, seeing stars as he drives me over the edge with his fingers inside of me and his mouth sucking hard on my nipple.

“I love watching you come, darlin’.” I’ve noticed Lennox’s accent comes back in force when he’s angry or turned on as hell.

I meet his eyes, loving the hunger swirling in his irises as I reach down to grip his shaft under the water.

His eyes flutter closed as soon as I start to stroke him and he growls low in his throat when I squeeze his cock, sweeping my thumb over the tip. My lower body tightens at the fascination of watching and feeling his whole body tensing against mine. Lennox’s hands are still busy on my breasts, moving from one to the other. A savage sound comes out of him as I pump him from base to tip.

Grabbing hold of my shoulders, he stops me. “I fucking need to be inside you.” He hooks his arm around my hips, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he sits on the submerged step in the pool.

I move just an inch, settling myself over his shaft, my entrance hovering just above his tip and I meet his eyes.

“Izzy, shit, I don’t have a -” he curses under his breath, his expression conflicted.

“It’s okay,” I assure him, squirming over his cock. “I’m clean, I’m on the pill.”

“Me too,” he grits out and then shakes his head, “the clean part, not the pill. I always use protection.Always.” His stare is intense, making sure I’ve understood. This is the first time he’s been completely skin to skin with someone and my heart sings at the fact he wants it to be with me.

“Me too,” I admit.

“Areyou sure?” he asks, still stopping me from sinking down over him. “I want to have you bare so fucking much, but I need you to be sure.”

“I am, Nox,” I kiss him because I can’t be this close to him and not. “I want this.” I let my weight carry me lower, so that I’m sinking down onto his naked tip.

With my body, I’m telling him that I trust him. There’s no way he has any idea how much of a big deal that is for me; for me to trust someone so completely.

He watches me as he guides me down over his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper inside me until he completely fills me up.

Sex with Lennox was one thing, but staring into his eyes as we’re closer than I’ve ever been with anyone else is a whole different ballgame. It’s intense and it’s freakin’ sublime. And then I start to rock, his fingers on my hips, squeezing tighter as he urges me on, moving up and down his hardness, reveling in the friction between us.

“I’m so close, Nox.” I’m wound so tightly I can barely get the words out. My nails dig into his arms as I turn into nothing more than a ball of need.

“Izzy.” My name on his lips shatters me and I scream as I climax.

Three more thrusts and then four. Lennox pumps into me hard. My inner walls clench around him, milking him as he explodes inside of me.

Breathless, I wrap my legs tighter around him, holding him even closer as we crest this wave together.

His arms hold me firmly against him as my body shakes with the aftershocks. And I realize in that moment that I don’t want him to let me go. Ever.

Chapter

Fourteen

Lennox and I have spent most of the week going between the bed, the pool, the shower and back to the bed. Somewhere between hunger and exhaustion, we decided we were decamping to the big house. But even there, every moment spent was a moment spent together…until now.

Lennox excused himself to make a few phone calls. For the past few days, he’s had his phone off, having gotten frustrated with its incessant ringing.

Before Lennox and I started working together, I didn’t have any idea how much he had going on. He may not be playing NHL right now, but he’s constantly getting interview requests, photo-shoot invitations, calls from the charitable foundations he works with, updates from businesses he’s invested in. Anyone calling him a one-trick pony would only be making themselves look stupid.

My eyes go to the main house, feeling his magnetic pull, but there’s something I have to do first. Kiara has already called me multiple times and there’s no doubt she’s figured out there’s something going on from my resounding silence. Plus, it’s not as if I’ve ever been able to hide anything from her anyway.Admitting to sleeping with a client isn’t exactly the high point of my professional career, but I’m not going to pretend it hasn’t happened, especially when I’m planning on doing it again, very soon.

Time to bite the bullet and fess up.

“Finally!” Kiara blows out a sigh as she answers. “I was about to send out a damn search party!”

“I need to tell you something,” I blurt out.

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