Chapter 22 Isaac
Isaac
As soon as Olivia’s out of sight, I glance down at the white keycard with the hotel logo, curious how she was able to get a room for me.
She mentioned that the bartender told her I was in the lobby, but the only people who know are my team and the front desk.
I’m a little concerned about safety, since it seems word travels fast here.
Shrugging off the blanket and setting it on the chair beside me, I stand and make my way over to the bar, surprised to find James there. My brows furrow. “James?”
He glances around nervously. “Oh. Hello, Prime Minister.”
“What are you doing behind the bar?”
“I’m working,” he replies flatly. “Would you like a drink?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little confused. You work here?”
“Just part-time. But I assure you, it doesn’t affect my other job.”
He’s one of the most dedicated people on my staff; why would he need to work a second job? Do I not pay him enough? The thought sours my stomach; no one on my team should have to work multiple jobs. I’ll need to remedy it as soon as I’m back in office.
“There was a woman here earlier—Governor Harris. Did you, by chance, tell her that I was in the lobby?”
James’ eyes widen. “It sort of slipped out. She didn’t know we were snowed-in for the week, and I accidentally mentioned you didn’t have a room.”
“It’s fine, no harm done. She’s an old friend.” I fucking hate that word, but it’s the only way I can ask, “What did she order?”
He eyes me with suspicion. “A glass of wine. She didn’t finish it, though, and rushed to find you. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle softly. “It’s fine. I’d like to have a bottle of that wine delivered to her.”
He pulls out a leather bill folder and checks the ticket. “Shouldn’t be a problem. She charged it to her room, so I can have someone deliver it.” Setting it on the bar, he turns to pull a bottle from the fridge, and I quickly open the folder to see which room it is.
612.
Oh, babygirl, what are you up to?
“Actually, no need, I can drop it off to her. I’ll send her a quick text to see which room she’s in.”
I take out my credit card and he charges it, handing me back my receipt and the bottle.
I leave him a fifty-percent tip—literally the least I can do since he’s working full-time for me on top of moonlighting as a bartender.
After I stuff my receipt in my pocket, I thank him for the wine and head for the elevators.
A thrill shoots through me, wondering if I’ll walk in on her already naked in bed, but there’s also a chance she’s swapped rooms with someone on her staff and I’ll end up rooming with Westley. Or, worse, Aubrey.
Tucking the wine under my arm, I retrieve the keycard and swipe it against the sensor. As I open the door, I don’t immediately spot Olivia and call into the suite, “Livy?”
“Yes, Daddy?”
It’s as if a switch is flicked on at hearing her call me that. I was planning on a night with her wrapped in my arms, but now I can't get the image of being buried deep inside her out of my head. I need to claim and worship every inch of her, make her come so hard she nearly blacks out in pleasure.
Olivia appears from the bathroom, hair down and wearing black satin shorts with a matching top.
Her nipples pebble through the silky fabric, making my mouth water.
I didn’t anticipate her wanting to play, and set the wine on the desk opposite the bathroom, then lean against the dark wood.
She prowls toward me, and in an instant, is on her knees.
While it’s unexpected, it’s not unwelcome in the slightest. The sight of her kneeling before me has my cock straining against my pants, but this isn’t how I want her after being away from my girl for months.
There’s also the issue of us needing to be quiet with Aubrey next door.
I step around Livy, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Glancing over her shoulder, a flash of hurt flashes across her face, and as I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, I pause—only for a moment—before commanding, “Come here.” She’s about to stand, but I stop her. “No. Crawl to me.”
The hesitation is gone, replaced with amusement. “You mean… like a dog?”
I try my best not to laugh, and thankfully, am able to keep a straight face with an even tone as a reply, “Not at all. If anything, you’re a lioness, babygirl, but just like last time, you’re going to do as I ask. And if you don’t obey, there will be consequences.”
Olivia shifts to face me, then drops to all fours, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. “Is this what you want?”
“I want you to come and sit at my feet, so I can admire you without touching you.” It takes her several seconds to process what I’m asking of her before Livy makes her way to me, and I adore how obedient she’s being for me. Without a second thought, I murmur, “So fucking beautiful.”
Her bright brown eyes meet mine, and as she reaches me, she sits back on her heels, palms pressed to her thighs.
There’s a good chance she’s been in this position before, and I need to stuff down my jealousy.
This isn’t about me, it’s about this perfect creature seated before me.
I gently grip her chin and lean forward to kiss her.
She whimpers against my lips, and I’m consumed with the need to taste more of her.
“Slide your fingers into your cunt. Show me how wet you are for me.”
She doesn’t look away as she slips her hand into her pants, lips parted as she touches herself. It was never like this when we were younger, but she’s always trusted me with her body and her heart. Tonight is no different.
“Let me see.” Pulling her hand out, her fingers are glistening. I grip her wrist, then draw them into my mouth, groaning the moment her slickness touches my tongue. “Fuck, I missed you.”
As I take off my glasses, setting them on the bed, the lights flicker three times, then go out completely, making the room pitch black.
“You can’t be in here,” she squeaks. “If anyone finds us together, we’re both fucked.
” Having her back, I wish more than anything our lives had taken different paths.
I’d be sharing her bed as her husband, not sneaking around.
I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
But she’s right, and I’d never want to jeopardize her career.
“I’ll head back down to the lobby.” I help her up, then reach for my glasses, but they fall onto the floor. “Don’t move. My glasses fell somewhere.” I use my phone to illuminate the floor.
“There! Almost under the bed.” Olivia retrieves them and hands them to me. “Wouldn’t want these to get lost,” she teases, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You should—” There’s a knock at the door. “Fuck me.”
“I should fuck you?” I tease, but she finds no humor in it.
“Yes… No! Go hide!” she hisses, shoving me toward the ensuite. As she opens the door a crack, she breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh, hey, Aubrey. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, hope I didn’t wake you. The power is out.
I just called down to the front desk, and the generators aren’t up and running enough to power the whole building.
They said heat is a priority, but I’m going to run down and get blankets for us, just in case.
Need anything else while I’m down there. ”
“No, I’m good, thanks. Are you sure you’re okay taking the stairs that many floors?”
“Last night I got my workout in by riding a hot, tatted man. Since that’s not happening tonight, and I didn’t get to the gym, I could use the exercise.”
“Okay, only if you’re sure. Let me know if you need help.”
Aubrey leaves, and I let out a long breath as the door clicks. I feel my way out of the ensuite, whispering, “Livy?”
“Here, but that was a close one.” I swear I can feel her without her even touching me.
I reach out, the back of my hand brushing her stomach, and she sucks in a breath, gripping my wrist. “If you want me to go, I’ll go.”
“You’re not going to sleep in the lobby when the heat could give out at any time. It’s fine, I’ll just let Aubrey know that you’re here. I trust her with my life; she won’t say anything.”
My security team is also discreet, and I should let Tim know I’m here.
I don’t want to be her dirty little secret, but she’s right that if it ever got out, there would be gossip.
She releases my wrist, and as my eyes adjust to the dark, I can make out her silhouette.
It’s just the two of us. No one would know if I held her in my arms, so that’s exactly what I do.
She melts into me as if no time has passed, wrapping her arms around my middle.
I instinctively kiss the top of her head, but in an instant, she jolts back a step, making me stumble.
“I fucking hate this.” Her voice is shaky, full of fear and entirely too much sadness for my liking.
“Hate what?”
“This,” she reiterates. “Do you not understand that I never got closure when we were together. Every time I’m reminded that this can’t happen for years, my heart breaks all over again.”
“Livy, I—”
“No. Please don’t feel sorry for me.”
“I don’t. If you had let me finish, I was going to tell you that I never got closure either. Mostly because I never stopped loving you.”
“Isaac,” she breathes, barely above a whisper.
Reaching for her hand, I bring it to my heart. “I’ve told you a hundred times, I never should’ve left New York, and should’ve followed you to California.” Lifting her palm to my lips, I press a single kiss to it. “I love you, so fucking much.”
Livy presses closer, resting her chin on my chest, and I can almost make out her features, but her expression is still unreadable.
Cupping her hand on my cheek, she guides me to her until my nose brushes hers.
As her lips touch mine, my heart swells against my ribcage.
I’ll never get enough of her soft touches.
There’s a knock at the door, startling both of us.
“Livy?” I step back, and she answers the door to Aubrey as I slink away.
“Before I go downstairs, I figured you could use something. I forgot to unpack my bag from my trip last weekend.” Handing Olivia something, she adds, “Just keep it away from Isaac.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see when you open it,” Aubrey muses.
She’s about to leave when Olivia rushes out, “There’s something you should know.”
“Do I even want to ask?”
“There weren’t enough rooms at the hotel, so Isaac was going to sleep in the lobby.”
“He’s the fucking Prime Minister. Why the hell didn’t someone give up their room for him? Wait… don’t tell me he’s in there with you right now.”
“Then I won’t tell you that,” Livy hedges.
“Livy, so help me, if you get caught…”
“We won’t, I promise.”
“And no fucking. I need to sleep.”
Aubrey leaves, and as the door clicks shut, I pull out my phone to light a path to her. “What did she drop off?”
She gently grips my wrist to angle the phone flashlight, then opens the box, reading aloud, “Skin-safe massage candle. What is a massage candle?”
Fuck Aubrey’s warning, I’m going to have entirely too much fun with my babygirl tonight.