Lahat ng Kabanata ng A baby for the billionaire: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

His look of shock melted and was soon replaced with a smile, his hand reaching out to cup her face. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. He turned her around, his hands sliding over her body, his lips pressing against her neck. She leaned into him, her eyes closing as she savored his touch. Issac's lips moved to her ear, his teeth nibbling on her lobe. "What do you want to try first?" he whispered, his hands sliding down to her ass. She turned around, her eyes meeting his. She bit her lip, her mind racing with possibilities. "It doesn't matter," she said, her voice husky. "As long as it's with you." He smiled, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back as he tweaked her nipples. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into him, her body pressing against his. He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's start with something simple," he murmured, his hands slidin

Isaac's arm was still around her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. Isabel turned in his hold, slowly twisting until she was facing him. Her fingers pressed softly against his chest, her eyes searching his face in the dark. "So..." she mumbled, her voice small and a little sleepy, "where exactly were you?" His eyes blinked open slowly in the dim light. He stared at her, his hand brushing down her spine. "Work," he said after a moment. "I had a lot to catch up on." She tilted her head, trying to study him. "That’s all? Just work?" Isaac didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed on her for a second longer, then he shifted forward, pulling her closer, their legs tangling. "Let’s not talk about that now," he murmured. "Just want to hold you." She felt the air leave her chest when he pressed her tight against him. His hand slid over her waist, gripping it gently, possessively. He leaned his forehead against hers, their noses brushing. "I don’t want to

Isabel lay back against the pillows, watching as Isaac crawled over her, his body hovering just inches above hers. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head, caging her in without any true restraint. She could feel the heat of him and the way his cock pressed against her thigh, already hard. "You good?" he murmured, voice low, rough with the kind of want that made her stomach tighten. She nodded, swallowing as his fingers traced down the side of her neck, slow and deliberate. "Tell me," he said, fingers skimming the strap of her tank top. "Tell me what you want." She chuckled a little, "I think it's really cute how you like to ask me what I want first." He lowered his face, tilting his head and planting a small kiss on her cheeks before whispering a little, "I'm just obsessed with satisfying you, can you blame me?" Her breath hitched. "You know what I want." A small, knowing smile tugged at his mouth. "Yeah, but I like hearing you say it."

Isabel stood by the counter, stirring the pot as the aroma of garlic and spices filled Mercy’s cozy kitchen. She shifted her weight to one foot, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I forgot how fun cooking like this is," she said, grabbing a spoon to taste. Mercy leaned beside her, holding a tray of chopped vegetables. She bumped Isabel lightly with her hip. "Only fun when there’s someone to cook with. Otherwise it’s just depressing." Isabel smiled, brushing hair off her forehead with the back of her wrist. "I’m just glad Isaac has his memory back. Honestly, I still wake up scared it was a dream." Mercy rolled her eyes, nudging the tray closer. "The way he looked at you last week? Not a dream. That man’s obsessed." Isabel laughed, placing the spoon down as she raked her fingers through her hair. "I mean… it’s different now. He’s softer in some ways. Still cold and moody, but..." "Hot as sin?" Isabel snorted and leaned her hip against the counter. "Exactly."

"Stay on the line," Isaac's voice barked through the phone. "I'm calling the police. Just stay with me. Keep talking. Don’t hang up, Isabel. Do not hang up." Her hands were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. "Okay," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the road in front of them. The headlights cut through the dark. The car swerved slightly. The driver gripped the wheel harder. His forehead was wet with sweat. "I’m trying to keep it steady," he muttered, "but the pedal is completely gone." Isaac’s voice came again, this time more urgent. "I’ve got the police. I’m patching them through. Isabel, you’re gonna be okay. Just breathe. Keep talking to me." The phone clicked slightly, and then another voice joined. "Ma’am, this is Officer Dalton with the highway patrol. I need you to stay calm. We’re tracking your location. We have officers on the road. Can you see a shoulder? Anything you can steer toward?" "I’m not driving," Isabel said quickly, her chest rising and fa