Christopher's POV
Isabel answered the door wearing almost nothing.
"Took you long enough," she breathed, pulling me inside.
Her mouth was on mine before the door even closed.
I kissed her back hard, all the frustration and rage from dealing with Jasmine channeling into raw need. Isabel met my intensity perfectly, her fingers already working at my belt while I backed her against the wall.
"Missed me?" she gasped between kisses.
"Shut up."
My hands found the hem of her negligee and yanked it over her head. She moaned as I cupped her breasts, arching into my touch.
Goddess, this was what I needed.
Not Jasmine's games and manipulation. Not her cold distance or calculated provocations.
Just Isabel. Always ready. Always eager. Always willing to give me exactly what I wanted without que
