Page 39 of The Situation Ship
“We can’t let her in,” she whispered, only to hold her breath as the door handle started to move.
Isaiah surprised her by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her lips to his. He pressed her against the door, blocking the maid’s entrance with their bodies. Poppy considered pushing him away, but heat coiled in her core. Rising onto her tiptoes to kiss him back, she could just about make out the shadow of the maid’s feet outside the door.
“Is everything alright, Ms Chase?” she asked, concern audible in her voice.
“Yes, please come back later. I’m in the middle of something,” Poppy managed to say as Isaiah’s lips explored her neck, her chest, and any inch of skin exposed by her halter top.
“Let her hear you,” he ordered, tugging at her hair. Poppy groaned.
“Should I call security? You don’t sound like yourself,” the maid fretted.
Shit! I’m being nice to her, and that’s not how Calliope treats staff.“No, that’s not necessary. Come back later, or I’ll report you to your supervisor,” Poppy threatened as Isaiah explored herbody, finding that she didn’t care who was outside the door as his hands clutched her waist. She smiled against his lips as he grabbed her ass, wondering what had happened to the beacon of self-control.
“I told you to let her hear you. Why don’t you ever fucking listen?” he growled between kisses.His thigh settled between her legs, and when he moved his hips forward, she felt how hard he was against the side of her belly.
“I know,” she panted. She couldn’t stop smirking as she hooked her knee over his hip until his hardness was between her legs. “And I’m not even sorry.”
Isaiah responded by pulling her hips closer and grinding against her until she cried out.
“Please don’t stop!”
She forgot about the maid outside, too focused on his relentless lips. Ecstasy threaded through her limbs until she no longer cared about where they were and how much trouble they were in.
“We’ll see about that.” Isaiah bit down on her lip, and she whimpered. His pace made her legs tremble; she clung to his shoulders, forgetting about the show they were meant to be putting on for those outside. She held her breath as sparks of pleasure took over her body.
“Isaiah, please…” She tilted her hips forward, feeling him right where she needed him. Only a millimetre or two of fabric separated them. His groans told her he was as desperate for her as she was for him, making her all the more needy.
The banging resumed on the door. “Ms Chase, it’s security. Please open up.”
“Fuck it.” Isaiah moved them away from the door to the wall. The door clicked open, but he shielded Poppy with his body so that security couldn’t see who they were in the dark room. “Getthe fuck out!” he barked, his lips breaking away from hers. “How dare you enter without permission?!”
“I’m so sorry. We thought something was wrong. Forgive the intrusion.” Security tripped over themselves as they hurried to close the door behind them.
Isaiah leaned over her, staring at the door, while she watched his chest rise and fall.
“They’re gone.” His voice was uncharacteristically gruff and breathy as he loosened his grip on Poppy’s thighs.
She opened her eyes, wanting more.
“We should get back to the room,” Isaiah said, with no care for what had just happened between them.
“Are you serious? That’s it?” Poppy felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her. He couldn’t be so unaffected. He couldn’t be that good an actor. Not when she’d felt how much he wanted her.
He bent down, and she thought he would kiss her again. She closed her eyes, waiting, until she felt his breath brush her ear.
“Only good girls get to finish.” Isaiah smirked down at her.
Poppy ground her teeth and pushed him away. She hurried out of the suite, leaving him to follow. She didn’t say a single word to him and couldn’t bear to look at him. Thankfully Mina had already left for her date; she wasn’t in the mood to explain what they had been up to.
Poppy climbed into his bed in the suite and felt the mattress’s side dip. She opened her eyes to see Isaiah leaning over her. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and she hated how the slightest touch tightened her stomach.
“If you think about leaving again, I’m going to handcuff you to the bed,” he warned.
He got up before she could come up with some sassy retort. She didn’t doubt that he would chase her down again. She rolled over to watch him strip off his shirt.
“Are you going to sleep on the couch again?” Poppy asked as he tossed off the extra cushions and stretched out on it. There was no way that was comfortable for a guy his size.
“Anything else wouldn’t be professional,” he grumbled, taking the tape they had found from his pocket and placing it in the drawer by the bed.
