Page 45 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
I wink before sauntering into the closet. “There's no time for that,” I mumble to myself while searching through his extensive collection of ties. We're already late to Cormack’s Christmas Eve cocktail party after our impromptu romp in the shower.
Once I find the tie I'm looking for, I unknot the one he just finished securing. “This one matches my dress.”
My knees meet from his sexy-as-sin growl. “Now the color of your dress makes sense.”
A grin tugs my lips high. I knew he would understand my clothing selection the instant I handed him the tie. That tie is the one he used to blindfold me when we slept together in the private jet.
My sex pulses when he steps closer to me. “Are you trying to tease me, Isabelle?”
“No,” I barely whisper. “I just thought it would be good to have handy for the trip home.” I glance into his heavy-lidded gaze. “Ifyou can wait that long?”
Okay, maybe I'm taunting him.
My breathing shallows when he glides his index finger down my arm, forcing the hairs to bristle to attention. “Canyouwait that long?” His tone is cocky and assured. “I know how greedy your pussy is.”
Our flirting is interrupted when a doorbell buzzes through the room. Harlow and Cormack organized to pick us up in a stretch limo earlier today. They’ll take the limo with us to the record label headquarters, but only Isaac and I will return in it since they're leaving for a weekend getaway Cormack organized for Harlow.
I snatch my cream clutch purse from the dressing table before making a beeline for the door. My excited steps stop when Isaac seizes my elbow. The hairs on my nape prickle when he presses his lips to my ear. “Remove your panties.Iwant your pussy bare for whenI’mready for it.”
While licking my lips, I do as requested. He grins a knee-clanging smile, relishing in my submissiveness. When he holds out his hand requesting my panties, hot blood sends a pink hue rushing to my cheeks. He doesn’t slip them into his pocket as I was anticipating. He lifts them to his nose and inhales deeply, growling when he smells how aroused he can make me with only a thought.
After placing them into the top pocket of his charcoal gray suit, he holds out his hand for me. “Now I can smell you all night.”
The trip to Destiny Records head office in Hopeton is long and torturous. Isaac ramped up our teasing game to a nail-biting level. His index finger has been tracing infinity circles high on my thigh for a majority of the trip, and his breathing is heavier than normal. I don’t know if he can smell how aroused his little teases have made me, or if he’s smelling my panties in his pocket—it may be a combination of both.
Harlow and Cormack sit across from us, completely oblivious that Isaac has my orgasm teetering on a very steep cliff. When Cormack is distracted by assisting Harlow in securing her gold hoop earring that has come loose, I return Isaac’s tease. I cup his crotch and squeeze tightly, moaning when his cock turns to stone in my hand. When Cormack’s gaze returns to us, I stray my eyes to the window, feigning ignorance.
Any chance of acting innocent flies out the window when Cormack’s squinted gaze arrows down to Isaac’s crotch. I shake as violently as his head when he turns his eyes to look at anything but Isaac, then I completely lose it when Harlow says, “I guess the rumors are true.”
Cormack glares at her, making her blush. She isn’t flustered over Isaac’s impressive manhood. She's all hot and bothered from Cormack’s furious glance. I can’t say I blame her. It’s pretty damn impressive. The heat in the limo turns to roasting from the energy firing between them. I always knew they were a good match, but witnessing their spark firsthand is awe-inspiring.
When Harlow whispers in Cormack’s ear, the sternness hindering his gorgeous face slips away. Within seconds, they’re playfully nipping and caressing each other as I wish I could Isaac. We don’t need to hide our relationship anymore. I just can’t control myself around him—even when we’re in public.
Isaac remains quiet for the rest of the trip, only speaking when he instructs Cormack and Harlow to exit the limousine first. I give him a playful wink before scooting across the bench in preparation to exit. Just before I exit, he slams the door shut, secures the lock button into place, then yanks me over until I’m straddling his lap.
Before I can ask what he's doing, two of his fingers plunge into my sex. My nails dig into his shoulder blades as I shout his name, incredibly turned on by his dominance. His skillful fingers work me into a frenzied state that soon has me oblivious to the fact there are a handful of reporters standing right outside the door waiting for us to exit.
He toys with my clit as the hot pants of his breath bead condensation on my neck. He finger-fucks me so good, the coil he’s been tightening all night is mere seconds from being snapped. As stars form in front of my eyes and my pussy clenches, Isaac withdraws his fingers.
No!
My bewildered eyes snap to his, demanding an explanation for his sudden withdrawal of contact. He just smiles and winks before nudging his head to the door I tried to exit minutes ago. “We better get moving before Harlow wonders where you’ve disappeared to.”
After licking his fingers clean, he adjusts my dress, so I'm covered, then slides out of the limousine, taking me with him. My bewilderment intensifies when flashing lights hinder my vision, and a flurry of questions are screamed at Isaac and me.
While he holds me in close to his body, Isaac stops for the occasional photo as requested by the paparazzi and answers a handful of questions. I remain quiet like a deer trapped in headlights, still in an Isaac Holt lust haze. Only once we merge through the barrage of reporters does it dawn on me that he was returning my earlier tease.
Before I can form a reaction, I'm startled by a tiny pair of arms flinging around my neck. “Isabelle, I’m so glad to see you again.” Cate’s tone is a complete contradiction to the one her older sister regularly uses on me.
“Hi, Cate.” I return her embrace with as much eagerness. I like Cate. She’s cute and sweet and nothing like her big sister. “How long are you in Ravenshoe?”
“I’m here until the New Year.”
My brow pops up. “We should go out! Dinner? Maybe dancing?”
Cate’s eyes light up. “Sounds great! But I’m not twenty-one yet.”
“That’s okay. I’m sleeping with the owner, so I’m sure I can sneak you in the back entrance.”
