Take Me: Part 3 (Power Play #3) (6 page)

Isaac

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Isaac Drake
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My pulse races even faster. I don’t even bother trying to hide the smile that spreads across my face. Like all the others before it, this card is printed, not handwritten.

He had this planned all along.

Even as I cautiously make my way towards the washrooms, I can’t believe I’m doing it. Am I really going to go through with this? Am I really about to join Isaac in the restroom of a busy restaurant? My mind is telling me that I’m a crazy idiot, but every part of my body is screaming out, demanding that I have him right away.

When I finally reach the door I give one final glance over my shoulder. I’m certain that everyone is watching me, but when I look back down the hallway there is no one to be seen. My pulse is racing so fast that I have to take a moment to compose myself before pushing the door open.

The world stills around me when I see the bathroom attendant standing next to the sinks. He has a jovial smile on his face, but gives a startled look when he sees me standing in the doorway.

“Oh, I’m sorry, wrong door,” I mutter, quickly.

I’m about to disappear back down the hallway in a frantic run when Isaac appears from around the corner. That cocky smirk is still pinching the corner of his lips.

“Don’t worry, Aldo,” he says to the attendant. “She’s with me.”

Aldo looks between Isaac and myself, first with uncertainty, then with quick bobs of his head.

“Yes, of course Mr. Drake. I’ll make sure you two get some privacy.”

He scuttles past me without another look. As the bathroom door shuts behind me I hear a lock click into place.

I don’t say anything for a few moments after he’s gone. I study Isaac with a puzzled look, still trying to calm the nervous jitters that are gripping my chest.

“You know him?” I ask, motioning over my shoulder at the locked door.

“I know a lot of people.”

“Is this something you do often?”

Isaac closes the distance between us with a few quick strides, his arms hook around my waist as he pulls me tight against his hard frame. My breath hitches in my chest as I feel the pounding of his heart against me.

“Never.”

“So this is a first?”

“Did you come here to talk?” I pause for only a second before shaking my head. “Good, because I’m done talking.”

And with that, Isaac’s lips are mashed into my own. My arms wrap around the back of his neck, trying to pull him down even closer to me as his strong arms pull me tighter against his body. Our tongues do their little dance, wrapping back and forth around each other.

“What if someone comes?” I whimper as he starts kissing down my neck.

“Aldo will handle it,” he says, between kisses.

The scruff on his cheek brushes down the side of my neck. He whips the scarf away with a quick motion, discarding it somewhere behind him. Then his lips continue their descent down to my breasts.

Before I know it my back is pressed up against the wall of the bathroom. Isaac’s greedy little mouth doesn’t stop until it has dug its way beneath the top of my dress and found my erect nipple.

He licks tiny concentric circles around my nipple, teasing even more excitement out of me before he moves his way to the other breast.

Every sensation in my body is heightened by the thrill that someone might come discover us at any second. A distant part of my brain knows that no one will be allowed to walk in on us, but that doesn’t change the fact that it feels like we’re still doing something dangerous.

My hand slides down until it’s clutching at the bulge in Isaac’s soft slacks. He groans and then pulls away as soon as my fingers wrap around his enormity, giving me an intense, passionate look.

“What is it?”

“That’s not what’s on the menu...”

My eyes fall down to the bulge.
 

“Are you sure? It looks like it’s ready to be enjoyed.”

A low growl rolls up from his chest.

“Not right now. Right now it’s
my
turn for dessert.”

Before I know what’s happening Isaac is on his knees. His head dips beneath the bottom of my dress, revealing the folds of my exposed flesh. His tongue buries itself deep between my legs, lapping up all of the wetness that’s waiting for him.

I slump against the wall, exhaling a moan of ecstasy. My breath comes in sharp pants as his tongue works its magic over and over again. His hands clutch my side, holding me in place as he manages to bury himself deeper and deeper. My hips strain against the side of his cheeks as he pulls me down lower and lower.

It doesn’t take long before I feel a tiny ball of ecstasy begin forming deep inside of me. Before long it’s expanding its way throughout my entire body, stretching down my legs and out through my arms. My fingers run through the back of Isaac’s hair, twisting around his tousled hair. My toes curl tightly as my head arches farther and farther back against the wall. Every muscle in my body tries to constrict at the same time.

That’s when the explosion comes.

Isaac groans deep into me, waggling his face back and forth, lapping up every last bit that I’m giving him. He moans his delight deep inside of me, sending renewed trembles throughout my body.

In that moment, something changes. Something deep inside of me. Somewhere through the haze of my ecstasy I realize something. I realize that a day will soon come when Isaac has to go back home to London. And I realize that I’m going to miss him. It’s not that I’m going to miss the amazing sex we have, it’s that I’m going to miss his joking ways, his cocky little smirk, his teasing manner. I’m going to miss knowing that he’s only a phone call and a short cab ride away.

With that realization comes a new wave of emotions. And as Isaac’s tongue sends another wave of pleasure rolling through my body, I find myself struggling to hold back this new wave of emotions from consuming me.

We spill into the street outside, giggling and laughing as we rush out of the restaurant. Isaac wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to his body as we walk along the sidewalk. We don’t really have a destination, but it still feels like we’re headed somewhere.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, beaming up at him.

He returns the smile.

“
We
?
I’m
the one that did all the work.”

I give him a hard jab in the side.

“That’s only because you wouldn’t let me do any of my own.”

“I didn’t want you dirtying up those pretty little knees of yours.”

“There’s nothing wrong with them getting dirty every once in a while.”

He leans away from me, both of his brows rising in surprise.

“Oh, really now?”

I give him a devious smile as I bite at my lip. He grins at me and then pulls me tight against his body. I curl into him and have the sudden desire to be whisked off to some magical place. I get the feeling that, as long as Isaac’s arms are wrapped around me, no matter where we end up things will be okay.

We walk for a while longer until we come to a cabstand. There’s a short line, and Isaac turns to face me as we wait in it. He gives me a long, considering look before he says anything. I can tell there’s something on his mind.

“Come to my place.”

I can’t tell if he’s asking me a question or telling me what we’re going to do.

My head tilts to the side as I give him a dubious look.

“No
Isaac Says
card this time?”

His look darkens a little as he shakes his head.

“Not this time. This time it’s up to you, kitten.”

The lights from cars passing in the street wash across his face, giving his soft features a distant feel. I don’t even have to think twice about it before I bob my head in agreement.

“Of course,” I say.

A thin smile spreads on his lips as he pulls me close to his body again.

We hail a cab and before long I’m curled inside Isaac’s arms in the backseat as the cabbie navigates the crowded streets of New York City. My body is still quivering and aching from everything Isaac put me through in the bathroom. Little trembles of excitement pulse through me as he wraps his arm around me, holding me tight against his body. I can feel my need growing for him every time the cab comes to a stop, delaying us that much longer from getting to the hotel.

Thankfully, it isn’t long before we’re pulling up to the St. Regis. I distantly consider the suite Isaac has been staying in, and don’t even want to begin thinking about how much it might be costing him every night. The thought is quickly dismissed, though. Based on how he was talking earlier at dinner, he has more than enough money to cover it without even thinking about it.

By the time we make it into the hotel I’m practically falling all over him. I need to have him again, for real this time. The bathroom at the restaurant was fun, but it was just a tease for what I really want. I need to feel him inside of me again. I need to feel that rush I get when I make him come.

Isaac is clutching me tight to his body when we make our way into the familiar suite. A moment of trepidation flutters through me as I remember the last time I was here—the night I discovered that Isaac had known about me all along. That had been a dark night for many reasons, even though now it they only seemed like distant concerns compared to my need to be with him.

“Now it’s time for me to have my way with you,” I say, all but pulling him toward the bedroom.

“Is that so?” he asks, his brow rising.

I bite my lip, my grin widening even more.

“You got to have all of the fun earlier, so now it’s my turn.”

“I happen to like your kind of fun.”

I fix him with a playful look.

“You’d better,” I tease.

A little growl echoes out from deep inside of his chest. The familiar sound sends another rush through me. The smile on my face spreads even wider. I hold his gaze for a while, drawing the moment out.

“But first, I need to use the restroom,” I tease.

Isaac’s face sags for an instant before resuming its previous ferocity.

“Making me wait for it already?”

“Like I said, you already got to have your fun at the restaurant. Now it’s my turn to have a little fun of my own.”

The look on Isaac’s face leaves me feeling more satisfied than anything else had so far tonight. I blow him a little kiss before disappearing into the washroom.

Exciting thoughts go coursing through my head about everything that’s going to happen tonight. They’ve got me so distracted that I’m caught completely off guard by what I see when I shut the washroom door behind me. My chest seizes with a nervous tenseness.

Hanging on the back of the door is a thin, lacy three-piece lingerie set. The bra, panties, and negligee are black with red lace. Clipped to the front of the set, staring me in the face, is a monogrammed envelope.

My fingers are shaking as I unclip the envelope. I slide my finger beneath the paper—the seal breaks just as easily as all the others.

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Drake Holdings
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Kitten,

I got you a little something to wear for me.

Isaac Says
, put this on, and show me just how sexy you really are.

Isaac

PS—

You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.

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Isaac Drake
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I read it one more time before my eyes look back up at the little thing hanging from the back of the door. I slide it off the door and hold it up to admire it. I’ve never really worn lingerie before, and never imagined myself wearing lingerie that is so expensive. A sense of giddy excitement overcomes me as I slip off my dress and slip into the two-piece set. I pull the negligee on last. I’m not sure how, but Isaac picked out my exact size.

I only have to give myself one look in the mirror to know that I feel sexier than I ever have before. Just when I thought there wasn’t anything more he could do, Isaac has managed to pull something more out of me.

The Sexy Brit is a never-ending ride of fun and surprises.

When I emerge from the washroom, Isaac’s eyes flare to life. A goofy grin spreads across his face as he takes all of me in.

“You’re ravishing,” he says. “No, ravishing doesn’t do you justice. You’re stunning. You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his suit jacket slung over the sitting chair in the far corner. I close the distance to him with slow, sultry steps. I hope I look half as sexy as I feel. Judging by the look on his face, I do.

“You make me feel beautiful.”

His smile manages to spread even wider. I stand right in front of him, hooking one of my legs between his. He grins up at me and slides his hands around to the small of my back. His fingers run along the lace of the negligee.

“How’d you know what to get me?” I ask, giving him a curious look.

He shakes his head.

“I can’t reveal all of my secrets.”

I tilt my head to the side.

“You promised me... no more secrets.”

He gives me a devious little smile.

“Then I guess I’ll have to break my promise. But I’ll make you a new one: I promise I’ll never keep anything from you that could in any way hurt you. You’re perfect to me. I can’t imagine ever upsetting you. I’d rather die than let any harm come to you.”

My heart flutters along with what he’s saying

“Well, I don’t want you dying on my account.”

“If anything ever happens to you, I’ll feel it ten-fold.”

“You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”

He shakes his head again.

“When it comes to you, kitten, I don’t have any lines. I speak from the heart. I speak the truth—like my patient mum always told me to do.”

The grin on my face spreads even wider.

“Well, she did a good job.”

With that, his hands slide up my back and he pulls me lower to his lap. Our lips meet in a gentle kiss that quickly deepens. My hands slide up his starched white shirt until they come to the top of his knotted tie. The knot loosens as I give it quick tugs. I twist my hand, wrapping the tie around it as I do. When I have it in a tight ball I use it to pull Isaac even tighter against me. His hips shift forward a little, and I can already feel the large bulge forming in his pants. I sink myself lower onto it, grinding my hips against him as a little jolt of ecstasy ripples through me.