Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 Charged Hours

Chapter 231 Charged Hours

Isabelle smiled and reached for the bowl, but Damian’s hand shot out and covered it first.

“Trying to sneak away?”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Come here,”

Isabelle paused for a moment, then walked around the desk toward him. She settled comfortably onto his lap.

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Damian’s arm wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her close. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his body warm against hers.

Isabel e could tell–something was on his mind again.

Right now, he seemed like a kid who’d scraped his knee, looking for a little comfort, someone to just be there.

“What is it, Damian?” she asked softly.

“Just wanna have your cooking tonight,” he murmured into her neck.

His lips brushed gentle, lingering kisses along her skin.

They stayed like that in the study for a good while.

He kissed her until she was dizzy, her thoughts scrambled, but he never went further. It was incredibly frustrating.

Just as she was burning up, he calmly began re–buttoning her blouse.

“Not now, sweetheart,” Damian said, his voice rough.

They both had that banquet tonight. There wasn’t really

to do it right.

Isabelle looped her arms around his neck, holding on.

She’d only come up to drop off some lemon water and leave, worried about starting something. Now she was the one all worked up, and he was calling it off?

Unbelievable.

“I want you…”

She clung to him, the words making her cheeks burn with shameless heat.

Her mind said no, but her body leaned into him, craving more.

Damian’s throat tightened, his eyes heavy with want.

He loved how she melted for him, soft and willing, when they were alone.

“You know what you’re asking for, baby?”

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His grip on her hip tightened just a bit. Isabelle shifted against him, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

“I do… I want you.”

She couldn’t meet his eyes, her face flaming red.

Damian cupped her chin, his thumb stroking her bottom lip.

“Say that again?” he teased, a low rumble in his voice.

Blushing hard, Isabelle brought her lips to his ear. “Please…”

Her warm breath sent a shiver through him.

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

The words were barely out before his mouth was on hers, deep and claiming.

He tasted faintly of whiskey. She kissed him back, lost in the sensation.

“How do you want me, hm?” he breathed between kisses. “Like this? Or from behind? Here, or upstairs?”

Isabelle fisted his crisp dress shirt, wrinkling the perfect fabric.

She meant to say your choice, but all coherent thought drowned under his kiss.

She was floating, hazy with need.

In that moment, she felt completely his.

The study air felt thick and intimate.

They’d never been this reckless in the daytime before.

Afterward, she lay on the sofa, bare skin against the leather.

He cleaned up quietly, then bundled her into his suit jacket. His own shirt hung open as he carried her downstairs.

They were definitely going to be late.

But Damian still made sure she ate something at the kitchen island before they left.

“Can’t let you get this bold all the time,” he said softly, tapping her nose.

Isabelle looked down, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

He’d spoken quietly, but she still wanted to hide..

Damian’s mouth quirked. He said one thing, but he didn’t mind one bit.

Truth was, he liked when she took the lead.

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