Chapter Seventeen
ISAAC
Standing by the hotel-room mini-fridge, bottle of water in hand, he watched as she got out of bed in a flurry, and stood before him, completely nude. Determination seemed to have gripped her, though he couldn’t be sure where it was coming from.
“You wanted to see it, right? I’ll show you my shift, then. Now move back.”
“Lillian—”
“No,” she said. It was now her turn to cut him off. “Just watch.”
Isaac nodded once. She looked amazing with her hair messy like that. He couldn’t help but feel a burst of life pump into his manhood.
“Really?” she asked.
He shook his head, smirking sheepishly, and was glad for it, as the tension diffused a little. “Can’t help it.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Lillian nodded, and she dropped down into a
