Two Week Turnaround by Geneva Lee Page A

pout—the one he’d never been able to resist before, “isn’t it time we broke those streaks?”
    â€œI suppose we have all day,” he conceded. Isaac’s hands hooked around her thighs more forcefully and he drove into her with one smooth push. A giggle escaped her as she marveled at the fullness of him.
    He paused. “You’re going to give me a complex if you laugh.”
    Isaac didn’t need any more complexes judging from his latest antics so she put on a serious face. “It was a good laugh. I just couldn’t help but think that mounting is such an appropriate term for how that felt.”
    â€œSo you liked it then?” His eyelids hooded as he spoke. He was clearly already lost to the moment.
    â€œOh...yes...” It was an answer and a response as he began to pump inside her. It felt as if an eternity had passed since a man had made her feel like this and somehow as if no time had passed between her and Isaac.
    Although years of diligent personal training had certainly had an effect. Isaac’s lean hips driving against her proved it. Sofia felt her body tightening, her muscles coiling with exquisite tension as he moved with flawless precision. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on as she pressed harder against him. As she neared the edge, he let go of her legs and slid an arm under her waist, drawing her mouth to his. Pleasure coursed through her at the touch of his lips, her body unraveling in Isaac’s arms. He groaned as she came but didn’t stop kissing her, even as she felt his body tense and release.
    Sofia collapsed against him, breathless and satisfied. For a second, neither of them spoke. Isaac buried his face in her hair and they lingered in the postcoital bliss. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she thought. Not with all their baggage. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good—or this right—but she couldn’t deny that it did. Alarm bells sounded in her head, but she ignored them. She wasn’t a girl anymore. She knew what she was doing.
    At least that’s what she told herself.

Chapter Six
    Isaac finally broke the silence, extricating himself carefully from the vise grip of her thighs. Although he would have been happy to stay there all day if his body didn’t have other plans.
    â€œHave you eaten?” he asked hopefully, flashing his most winning smile. The very one that
Maxim
had voted most likely to melt panties.
    Fia’s eyebrows shot up incredulously. Apparently she was immune to its effects, which only made him smile wider. This was already shaping up to be the best day off he’d had from shooting in a long time and it wasn’t even noon yet. At least he didn’t think it was. He’d lost track of time. Hell, he hoped it wasn’t. He had many more things he wanted to do to her before he had to be back on set tomorrow.
    â€œI ordered breakfast,” he reminded her. “And I don’t know about you, but I could use some energy.”
    â€œI ate before I came.” A smile played on her lips, and she didn’t move.
    â€œThis is why you’re here to fix me,” he teased. “Clearly, you’re better at being an adult than I am.”
    â€œI get cranky if I don’t eat.”
    â€œMe, too,” he said in mock seriousness. “That’s why I might need seconds on my first breakfast later.”
    â€œFirst breakfast?”
    His eyes traveled down to her still-naked pussy and he grinned. Fia shook her head. “You’re trouble.”
    â€œIf I wasn’t I wouldn’t have the sexiest woman in the world spread naked on my table.” It might have sounded like a line if he hadn’t meant it entirely. Isaac had seen more than a few naked women in his life. He was a bit of a nudity globetrotter. He’d seen more than his fair share of skin and felt more than confident that he had some expertise in the area.
    He wandered over to