ISABELLA
He laid me down, his eyes dark and hungry as he stripped me bare. He followed, shedding his clothes with efficient ease before covering me with his body.
“I’m going to make sure you never think about leaving again,” he murmured, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my throat.
Still breathless, I managed to smirk. “I don’t work as a cleaner anymore.”
He chuckled against my skin. “What do you want to work as then?”
I shrugged, dragging my nails down his back just hard enough to make him hiss. “Something for myself.”
“Like moving out of that rundown house of yours?” he asked, lifting his head to meet my gaze.
I smacked his shoulder. “Not exactly.”
He silenced me with another kiss. Deep and slow this time, like he had all the time in the world. I wanted to tell him more about th
