Yasmin takes my hand and pulls me into the bistro, James’s screams fading as the door closes behind us. The entire meal I try to remain in the present and not let what James said affect me, but it’s pointless because his words do affect me.
As I’m signing the check, wondering if Tony is okay since he hasn’t come in yet, Isaac strolls in, locking eyes with me. “Meu amor,” he murmurs softly, kissing my cheek, and my entire body sags in relief.
“Did Tony call you?” I ask, standing.
“He did. That’s why I’m here. He had something he had to handle, so I thought I would come and accompany you home.” He glances at Yasmin, who’s practically drooling at the sight of him. I don’t blame her, though. She’s only met him once, and she was drunk and said she barely remembers him, aside from him being hot as hell.
Isaac is dressed in one of his sexy I’m taking over the world today suits and his hair is messy in that just fucked way it always is, with several days of stubble donning his face. He needs a haircut and a shave, but I love him like this, so I won’t mention that to him.
“Isaac, this is Yasmin.”
“We’ve met,” he says, raising a brow.
“Yeah, but she was a bit... inebriated the first time, so this is your official introduction.”
He laughs, deep and throaty, and I have to refrain from jumping his bones. “It’s nice to officially meet you,” he tells her, extending his hand and shaking hers. “Do you need a ride home?”
“I walked, but it’s not too far...”
“Nonsense, we can drop you off on the way.” He turns to me. “Tony will pick up your vehicle later.” He takes my bags out of my hands and puts a strong, comforting palm on the small of my back, kissing the side of my temple.
“Don’t you have to go back to work?” I ask Isaac, when he types in the code and presses the third floor button instead of the second that leads to his office.
“Trying to get rid of me?” he jokes. “I’m starting my weekend early. I made reservations for tonight, so I can show you off in that sexy dress before I rip it off of you later.” He waggles his brows, making me laugh.
“You’re such a caveman.”
“Hey, a caveman wouldn’t feed you before ripping the dress off.”
“Holy shit,” Isaac says when I saunter down the hall in the champagne-colored maxi dress and gold sky-high stilettos. The dress is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever worn, and I must admit because of its revealing qualities—plunging V-line and completely backless, with high slits running all the way to my hip bones—I was a bit worried about wearing it out of the dressing room. But as Isaac drinks me in, his eyes filled with heated lust, I’m happy I bought the dress. I would give anything for him to look at me like he is now for the rest of our lives. I’ve never felt so wanted as I do with him.
When he steps over to me and his hand glides down my bare back, landing on the swell of my ass, he stills. “Are you wearing anything under this dress?” he asks lowly.
I shake my head, and he groans, moving his hand to the slit and sliding it inside. He cups my bare ass and tugs me into him. “I take it back. There’s no way I’m feeding you before I rip this dress off.”
His mouth crashes against mine as he slides his other hand under my dress and lifts me, forcing me against the wall. He devours me, his tongue coaxing, his lips gliding against my own. And then he moves to my neck, nipping and sucking on my heated flesh. With his body flush against mine, his fingers massage the globes of my ass.
“Fuck,” he groans, meeting my eyes. “I want you so damn badly.”
“You saw me in the dress earlier,” I say cheekily.
“It’s not the same thing.” He backs up slightly and gently sets me back on my feet. “Seeing you like this in front of me… I can’t control myself.” I assume, since he’s put me down, we’re going to leave for dinner, but then he drops to his knees and lifts my floor-length dress over his head, disappearing underneath.
I gasp in shock and then moan in need when he spreads my thighs and lips and his wet tongue licks a line straight up my slit.
Holy shit! I can’t see him, but I can feel everything. He ravishes my pussy, his fingers pumping in and out of me, while his tongue does the most amazing things to my clit. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to rise and my body to detonate. My hands grip his shoulders from under my dress, as he laps at the juices between my legs.