Page 86 of Hired Husband

“Okay,” I agreed, holding his gaze for one more beat before I smiled. “Well, I think I can come up with a few ways we can distract you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I sat up and sealed my lips over his, sliding my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. As I kissed him, I worked the fly open, keeping my movements light and slow once his pants were off. I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, stroking like I had all the time in the world. Isaac trembled and snaked an arm around my hips, pulling me closer but not trying to rush me or speed things up.

We were both now sitting on the bed, him on his knees between my legs, and he bent his head to kiss me harder, running his free hand along the inside of my thigh. Taking a page out of my book, he kept his touches infuriatingly light, his fingertips barely ghosting across my skin.

I moaned and lay back on the bed, bringing him with me until we were side by side, facing each other. Our hands kept working and our kisses slowly became sloppier and sloppier. He wasn’t even really touching me yet, but I was soaked and aching, and judging by how choppy his breathing had become, he felt the same way.

Without giving him any warning of what I was about to do, I broke our kiss and slid down on the mattress, taking him into my mouth and sucking him nice and deep. Isaac muttered a string of breathless curses but didn’t try to stop me, simply bringing his hands to my head and sliding his fingers into my hair.

I smiled around him, genuinely loving the way he always let me do whatever I wanted while at the same time, always taking charge. It was a delicate line, but Isaac walked it like he had a master’s degree in how to turn me on.

“Fuck, Jasmine,” he moaned. “Just like that.”

Naturally, I didn’t listen, moving my head a little faster and wrapping my fingers a little tighter around his base. He let out a throaty chuckle, his hips slowly starting to rock into my mouth.

Encouraged that he seemed to like it, I kept doing exactly what I had been for a few more minutes before upping my pace again. This time, he tensed and blew out a shuddering breath, and when I glanced up, his eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in concentration, and his shoulders caving in.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked right at me, catching me staring up at him. He rolled his hips a few more times with definite intention, holding my gaze with fire burning in his eyes. Just as I thought he was about to let go, he pulled his hips back, sliding out of my mouth and grabbing under my arms to haul me up.

I laughed as he rolled me onto my back a little higher up on the bed, but it turned into a loud moan when he crawled back onto his knees and planted his face between my legs. “Oh!”

One thing I’d learned was that Isaac could do this all night without tiring or getting bored, and he was really, really good at it. Within seconds of licking through my folds, his fingers were wrapped around my hips, anchoring me as I bucked and writhed.

Heat enveloped my clit when he sucked it into his mouth, his fingers toying at my entrance and his tongue circling around and around that sensitive little bud. I was so swollen and ready after noticing all the ways he’d reacted to me doing this to him that it took no time at all before an orgasm was building.

My thighs started trembling, my muscles tensed, and my eyes slammed shut as I felt it starting deep down inside. Isaac moaned but stayed the course, not changing a single thing until my entire body was shaking with pleasure, my mind consumed with nothing but the spectacular climax that left me boneless and panting in the aftermath.

Without saying a word, he moved back up the length of my body, kissing me deeply as he stroked a thumb gently across my cheekbone. I kissed him back, turning into him and sliding an arm around his neck to hold him to me.

“I want you, Isaac,” I murmured against his lips. “Take me. Now.”

“Bossy as ever,” he teased, but his voice was rough and throaty, cracking a little before he pressed another kiss to my lips. “I’m not going to argue against that idea, though.”

“That’s because you know my ideas are always best.”

He chuckled, sat up, and reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and quickly rolling it on. While he was busy protecting us, I took in the way the muscles in his forearm rippled a bit on every movement and how fast his chest was rising and falling, and a fresh wave of desire crashed into me.

This man. God, this man. What are you doing to me, Isaac Thayer?

I’d never been this girl before. One orgasm was plenty as far as my body was usually concerned, but not with him. Zara had called me dick-drunk earlier, but when he sank into me just a few seconds later, those blue eyes blazing into mine and his hands wrapped around my fingers, a whole other term popped into my head.

A term I hadn’t associated with a man in a romantic sense before, but I had a sneaky suspicion it was true when it came to him.

Isaac moaned and brought his lips to mine, kissing me hard as his hips went to work establishing a rhythm that nearly broke me in half, but in the best possible way.

My thoughts scattered and my hips arched, my fingers sliding into his hair and holding him tight. As soon as I tugged at the strands, he cursed and swelled inside me, and a few seconds later, his orgasm triggered another of my own.

We lay panting together in the aftermath, the sun setting across the Nile beyond the large windows. It took a while before we’d caught our breath, but when I finally looked up at him again, he was already smiling.

“What?” I asked.

He rolled us over so my head was still on his arm, but I was on my back now with him half on top of me. “You didn’t plan on going up for dinner tonight, did you?”

“Well, I did, but I’m suddenly feeling like room service instead.”