realized what he was doing. Though she tried to grab his hands, her pinned shoulders wouldn’t allow her arms enough range of motion. They virtually flopped at her sides. She was sitting on her own legs and, as he gave her head a quick shake, she tried to jerk away.
“Swallow,” he said, bringing his face close to hers. “Be a good girl and swallow or you’ll choke.”
Though he thought for a moment that she might actually strangle, she finally swallowed.
He let her nose go and her nostrils immediately flared and she sucked in air. She tried to reach for the hand that covered her mouth but Geoffrey had had enough of the biting. His tongue was sore and throbbing. He grabbed her hair and forced her head back even farther. He’d waited this long, he could wait five more minutes.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AS MAC FINALLY enlisted the aid of some of the cooler heads, they began to separate those who’d eaten something, anything, from those who hadn’t. A couple of people had called for emergency rescue, apparently not believing help was already coming. But at least pandemonium had been averted. Plates of uneaten food were everywhere. Word had also been sent to the other dining rooms in the dorms. But, in all of this, no one had seen either Maurice or Geoffrey.
Or Isabelle.
Though he’d already tried once, there was no better way to cover the entire commune than the security monitors. They had to be somewhere on the premises. Mac backed out of the dining room and, in moments, he was bounding up the stairs. Almost like a routine now, he quickly rounded the corner into the hallway where the monitors were. As he got there, the door was just closing. He glimpsed the back of someone who’d just entered–someone wearing a white lab coat.
Mac half-opened, half-kicked the door open. It sailed through the air, colliding with the wall and bouncing back with a loud bang. The ploy had its desired effect as Dr. Maurice Giraudot jumped into the air.
“Hello, doctor ,” Mac said. He grabbed him by the lapels and threw him against the wall. Maurice’s head knocked against it and his glasses fell off. “Here to observe your handiwork?”
“Take your hands off me!” Maurice said.
Mac put his forearm across the doctor’s throat and pushed.
“Where is Isabelle? ”
“I don’t know,” Maurice managed to squeak. He grabbed Mac’s arm and tried to move it.
Mac pushed harder.
“ Where is she? ”
Maurice’s eyes bulged.
“ I…don’t…know, ” he whispered.
“Tell me,” Mac snarled. “ Or you will die . Before anyone gets here,” Mac said as he shoved again, “I’ll kill you.” He eased off. “Where is she?”
“I…” Maurice’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Geof…frey,” he mouthed.
“And where is Geoffrey?”
Maurice flicked his eyes toward the door.
“Third door,” he wheezed.
•••••
Geoffrey took Isabelle under the arms and lifted.
“There we go,” he said, straining a little as he hauled her up.
From where she sat on the deck, he only had to get her up to the chaise lounge. Her petite frame was light and her struggling had almost stopped. Even so, he wanted to be careful not to hurt his back. He’d already done that once. He used his legs to lift and then moved her backward. Quickly, he settled her down on the cushion and let her fall sideways.
“No,” she muttered as she landed with a soft thud.
Geoffrey lifted her legs onto the lounge and rolled her to her back.
“There,” he said, standing and gazing down at her.
He hardly knew where to start.
The lounge was barely wide enough for him to straddle her but he managed with his knees at her waist. As he sat on her hips, though, she tried to sit up.
“No,” she said, the gorgeous eyes half-closed, her hands batting the air. “Geoffey–” she slurred. He easily pushed her back and she landed with another thud and a little grunt. God it was sexy how she said his name. His arousal throbbed in his
“Swallow,” he said, bringing his face close to hers. “Be a good girl and swallow or you’ll choke.”
Though he thought for a moment that she might actually strangle, she finally swallowed.
He let her nose go and her nostrils immediately flared and she sucked in air. She tried to reach for the hand that covered her mouth but Geoffrey had had enough of the biting. His tongue was sore and throbbing. He grabbed her hair and forced her head back even farther. He’d waited this long, he could wait five more minutes.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AS MAC FINALLY enlisted the aid of some of the cooler heads, they began to separate those who’d eaten something, anything, from those who hadn’t. A couple of people had called for emergency rescue, apparently not believing help was already coming. But at least pandemonium had been averted. Plates of uneaten food were everywhere. Word had also been sent to the other dining rooms in the dorms. But, in all of this, no one had seen either Maurice or Geoffrey.
Or Isabelle.
Though he’d already tried once, there was no better way to cover the entire commune than the security monitors. They had to be somewhere on the premises. Mac backed out of the dining room and, in moments, he was bounding up the stairs. Almost like a routine now, he quickly rounded the corner into the hallway where the monitors were. As he got there, the door was just closing. He glimpsed the back of someone who’d just entered–someone wearing a white lab coat.
Mac half-opened, half-kicked the door open. It sailed through the air, colliding with the wall and bouncing back with a loud bang. The ploy had its desired effect as Dr. Maurice Giraudot jumped into the air.
“Hello, doctor ,” Mac said. He grabbed him by the lapels and threw him against the wall. Maurice’s head knocked against it and his glasses fell off. “Here to observe your handiwork?”
“Take your hands off me!” Maurice said.
Mac put his forearm across the doctor’s throat and pushed.
“Where is Isabelle? ”
“I don’t know,” Maurice managed to squeak. He grabbed Mac’s arm and tried to move it.
Mac pushed harder.
“ Where is she? ”
Maurice’s eyes bulged.
“ I…don’t…know, ” he whispered.
“Tell me,” Mac snarled. “ Or you will die . Before anyone gets here,” Mac said as he shoved again, “I’ll kill you.” He eased off. “Where is she?”
“I…” Maurice’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Geof…frey,” he mouthed.
“And where is Geoffrey?”
Maurice flicked his eyes toward the door.
“Third door,” he wheezed.
•••••
Geoffrey took Isabelle under the arms and lifted.
“There we go,” he said, straining a little as he hauled her up.
From where she sat on the deck, he only had to get her up to the chaise lounge. Her petite frame was light and her struggling had almost stopped. Even so, he wanted to be careful not to hurt his back. He’d already done that once. He used his legs to lift and then moved her backward. Quickly, he settled her down on the cushion and let her fall sideways.
“No,” she muttered as she landed with a soft thud.
Geoffrey lifted her legs onto the lounge and rolled her to her back.
“There,” he said, standing and gazing down at her.
He hardly knew where to start.
The lounge was barely wide enough for him to straddle her but he managed with his knees at her waist. As he sat on her hips, though, she tried to sit up.
“No,” she said, the gorgeous eyes half-closed, her hands batting the air. “Geoffey–” she slurred. He easily pushed her back and she landed with another thud and a little grunt. God it was sexy how she said his name. His arousal throbbed in his
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