"I can hear your heartbeat. " Christian touched the left side of her chest, slightly above her breast."Relax. " He whispered against Isabelle's ear, feeling the organ under his arm moving rhythmically. The woman shuddered, closing her eyes when Christian avoided touching her sex yet again. He teased her, moving his hand around her wetness but never touching it."Christian." Isabelle begged, it was evident in her tone of voice when she whispered his name. Christian had never heard a woman pronounce his name in such a sincere, frustrated yet erotic manner. He could feel his length pressing painfully on his zipper. He adjusted himself, making the woman suck in a deep breath."Sshh, just feel. " He traced his other hand on the side of her face. His eyes looked at her parted mouth, pink tempting lips that reminded him of candy. When their eyes finally met, Isabelle could see Christian's pupils dilated. Christian on the other hand got lost in her eyes as she peeked at him through her long

Isabelle's stomach sank as Sam approached stealthily, like a predator after injured prey. If he was capable of lying about her abusing him, what else was he capable of? Isabelle thought, the back of her legs hitting the sofa."But why are you shaking love? I am not going to force you like you did. " He dragged the words, taking a strand of her hair in between his fingers."We both know that I didn't. ' Belle gritted her teeth. The young nurse couldn't explain the emotions that her body had been subjected to.Sam chuckled, letting the strand loose from his fingers. He couldn't deny that his cousin was the most attractive woman he'd ever met. He looked at her glistening eyes, almond shaped with long lashes. "I can never hurt you. " He assured.Isabelle chuckled, slapping his hand away. " You already did you pervert, you are the reason why my father doesn't want to see me!""Oh no, I wasn't the one who drugged and assaulted myself. You were the one who did so, although I would have pref

"Did you need anything, Ms. Campbell?" Isabelle's grip on the door handle tightened as the man asked apathetically. The bimbo at his feet made a move to stand when she noticed Isabelle staring, but Christian held her in place, thrusting faster. His eyes settled on Isabelle's cleavage, and his mind conjured an image of her globes bouncing. He imagined her glossy eyes as she sucked him off, replacing the bimbo's mouth with hers in his perverted mind.Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off of his gleaming ones as he continued thrusting. She noticed a twitch in his jaw as he reached his peak, smirking at her. She swallowed thickly, the shock that had frozen her mind in a spot evaporating. With a final glance at his smug face, she stepped out, her hands shaking."I'm assuming you walked in on him doing the usual." She bumped into Sean as she was scuffling with her head down in the corridor. She didn't know where she was heading until she turned into a corner. She just wanted to get away from

"What's the matter Belle? Has the cat got your tongue?" Christian's upper lip curled playfully as Belle opened and closed her mouth. The young nurse could not begin to comprehend why or how that subtle touch had words evaporating from her mind. That simple graze had turned her immobile, ablaze and needy. A blush crawled from the base of her neck, decorating her creamy skin with a light pink. She regretted having her hair in a ponytail that day; her face was left exposed."Beautiful." Christian traced his hand over the pink blush that spread on her skin. She was warm against the back of his hand, soft with no make-up on. Make-up and those stupid long lashes that made ladies look like Christmas trees were two things the man despised.Up until Isabelle, he had not fucked any woman who did not have make-up. He liked the natural look on her, just a little lip gloss on her lips.Isabelle cleared her throat. "Mr. Black." She forced the utterance, avoiding eye contact with him."She speaks."

"Oh this, " Isabelle pointed at her breast, giggling loudly. "It's just a ball of fat. "She hiccuped, slapping the side of his arm playfully. Christian couldn't believe that his nurse had left the meeting with an excuse of going to the bathroom just to go drink. She put it back into place and smiled innocently at him with her head tilted. Her hair was still in a ponytail, messy though with a few strands falling on her face.Christian looked at the glass that was in the counter then at Arnold who was still standing there helplessly. "How many of these has she had? "He helped her stand on the floor. " Around 5. " Arnold whispered earning side looks from his workmates as they busied themselves."Jesus are you naturally retarded? 5 glasses of GodFather to a lady? Get the fuck out of my face! " He roared, snaking his arm around Isabelle."That is very rude Chris bear. " She pouted, mumbling things he couldn't make out."Don't call me that. " He warned, steering her in between the crowd.