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After kicking off my shoes, I toss them and my trousers to the side of my desk. A carnal groan rumbles in my throat when I stare down at Isabelle’s bare mound glistening with the evidence of our arousals. I scoop my sperm onto my index finger before pushing it back between the swollen lips of her pussy. Air rushes out of Isabelle’s lips as her thighs relax, opening herself fully to me. She loves being claimed with my scent just as much as I love claiming her with it.
Once all my sperm is back inside her body—where it belongs—I lift her from my desk and stride into the bathroom. The thickness of my cock increases with every step I take, eager to once again be inside her. It won’t matter if I’ve been inside her five times or a hundred times tonight, I’ll never get enough of her.
Chapter 18
Isabelle
“Isabelle,” whispers a deep, throaty voice to my side. “It’s time to go, baby.”
I shoo away the person waking me from my sleeping state, needing a few more hours of sleep, not to mention to recover. My heart warms when a deep chuckle echoes through my ears. It belongs to the man responsible for my near comatose state. It’s so rare, it has my eyes slowly cracking open. Exhaustion is forgotten when I spot the strikingly handsome face of Isaac staring down at me.
“What time is it?”
His eyes drop to his watch. “A little after three.”
I wearily rise from the double sofa I'm sprawled across. “And how long did youfuck me?”
A smile curls my lips when I discover his suit jacket draped over my body, cocooning me with his possessiveness instead of his body since we both can’t fit on his couch. I groan while stretching my overworked muscles. It isn’t a groan of disappointment, but one of appreciation, thankful that Isaacfinallyclaimed me as his again.
Standing, Isaac snags his keys out of the drawer in his desk. “You’ve been asleep for a little over an hour.”
My eyes bulge. “No wonder why I’m so tired, we fucked for over four hours straight.”
“I had lost time to make up for,” he croons with a bold wink. After sliding his keys into his pants pocket, he drops his eyes to mine. “Do you want me to carry you?”
“It’s okay, I can walk. Although I'm once again walking out of your club sans underwear. I better be careful, or I might get a bad reputation.”
“The only reputation you’ll get is ‘if you touch her or say a bad word about her, you’ll be buried under six feet of dirt.’”
A grin etches on my mouth until I realize he’s serious. Isaac is a protector, and I don’t want to start a fight, so I don’t bother replying to his comment. After assisting me back into the Hulk-charming bustier and trench coat, he removes the smears of mascara off my flushed face with his thumbs.
Once every smudge is taken care of, he encloses his hand over mine, then guides us out of his office door. I’m shocked when music blares my eardrums. Even at three in the morning, his nightclub is packed with partygoers.
Like always, the crowd parts when they see Isaac coming, giving him a clear path to the polished mahogany bar. My eyes roll when Tina bats her eyelashes at him while prancing his way. Her fast pace slows when she notices me standing behind his shoulder. Her eyes slit after she roams them over my face. My flushed expression, wide eyes, and tousled hair should clue her in on what we’ve been doing the past four hours. If it doesn’t, I’m sure the hickey on my neck will.
“I’m going home for the remainder of the weekend.”
Tina’s and my eyes shoot to stare at him in sync. It’s only Friday night, well, technically Saturday morning, and weekends are the busiest times for his nightclubs, let alone the fact Christmas is only two days away, so I’m shocked he's planning to spend the entire weekend at home.
“I'll be unreachable until the day after Christmas, but Roger is on standby if you have any problems.”
“But… you never… you’vealwaysworked through Christmas. We workedtogether,” Tina stumbles out.
“Things are different now.” My pulse quickens when Isaac’s beautiful eyes drop to mine. “Isabelle and I have new Christmas traditions to make?”
Since his comment is more a question than a statement, I nod.
After running his thumb over the dip in my top lip, he returns his focus to Tina. Her mouth gapes, finally clueing to the fact that I’m here for the long haul whether she likes it or not.
“Ensure that each day's revenue is stored in the safe. If all goes to plan, Roger will deposit the money into the bank Friday morning.”
Unable to speak due to shock, Tina nods before accepting the key Isaac is holding out for her.
“See you in a few days. Have a good Christmas.”
With a smirk, he guides me to his town car, which is idling out front.
“Thank you,” I say when he gestures for me to enter before him.
