Isaac leans toward me like he’s going to touch our lips, but shoots straight past my face in rhythm to the music and catches my earlobe between his teeth, nipping then pulling back. I sink into the dance, the music infusing my body, mind, and soul. I forgot how enjoyable it was to dance with him, and I switch off completely handing myself over to Isaac once again.
He spins and guides me in our sexual dance, touching me at every given opportunity, even when the move doesn’t require it. It’s powerful, hot, and a little bit dark. It’s completely Isaac.
He turns my body away from him pulling my back flush to his chest and bends me over at the waist. I close my eyes for just a second, biting my lip as I feel his dick press into me. A shiver runs down my spine, and I smile. I still affect him. Tipping my chin up and opening my eyes, I notice the crowd circling us, but I just don’t care. Isaac squats behind me bouncing on his haunches, then pushes up to standing whilst running his hands up the insides of my legs. To everyone else, this is just part of our sexy dance. But, I’m the one who feels like she’s going to explode when, against the very tight material, I feel pressure from the tips of his thumbs as they run the length of my pussy, before he removes them, pulling me back up into his solid frame.
My stomach spins like a washing machine on the fastest cycle, and I feel cold when his arms move away from my waist. He quickly clasps my hand in his, and we’re dancing side by side. I’m glad he always adds a little latin and salsa as it gives me a second to compose myself. As the song starts coming to an end, he once again drags me into him. Running his palm down between my breasts, he slips lower reaching my navel, before ghosting his fingertips over my hips. As the music stops, his lips are hovering over mine, our eyes locked. The lull between songs gives him just enough time to crush me all over again.
“This is why you shouldn’t bother dancing with anyone else, your body only responds to my touch, Via,” he says, a smirk forming on his lips.
Before I can reply, the next song has started, and I’m looking at his back as he walks through the crowd.
Bastard.
ISAAC
“You want out?” my handler asks.
I look across at the older black woman noticing there’s new lines around her eyes. Just over four years ago I met Doreen. I’m pretty sure that’s not her real name, but it’s the only one I know. She organised my release from prison, and since then she’s given me my assignments and dealt with any issues. I like her, as much as I can anyone in this environment.
Nodding, I don’t offer her words.
“You have never been the talkative type,” she says, her lips in a thin line as usual.
“You wanna get some knitting out and form a trust circle?” I ask, and this time her lips twitch as she fights a smile.
“Kane—”
“Isaac,” I interrupt.
“Not to me.”
“Kane doesn’t remain,” I tell her.
“As far as this department is concerned, Kane still does.”
“What department?” I question, knowing full well that Black Ops doesn’t officially exist.
Her lips purse in time with her eyebrow arching. “Fair enough, Kane,” she says making her point clear. “I will see what I can do. In the meantime, you are to keep cover and live here with Shelly.”
I rub my head, not happy with those orders, but knowing I’ll have to bite my tongue for now.
“Remember, if a command comes in, I will expect you to fall in line and do your job.”
I don’t speak as she gets up from her chair and walks out of the coffee shop. I watch as five operatives slowly follow her out. Then I shake my head blowing out a frustrated breath.
“What reason did you give?” Shelly asks.
“I told her my aunt has cancer.”
“So, no mention of Liv?”
“No. You know that wouldn’t have been enough.”
Shelly drops her head back on the chair. “Yeah, I know.”
I study her. There’s an exhaustion that rolls off her these days. “You want out,” I state. She blinks as if clearing the haze, surprise passes across her face. “I might live with you, but don’t become complacent about who I am, Shelly. I can read people, you know that.”
“I know,” she sighs. “And yeah, I want out too,” she whispers.
With a groan, I force my body to relax. We both want out, but it’s a longshot that either of us will gain our freedom. Fuck knows what’s going to happen. I need to focus on what I can deal with and right now that’s Via working as a stripper. Uncle Dane hasn’t said anything to my parents, but that would be because he’s preoccupied with Aunt Libby’s illness. I need to try to help him, but his problem is one I can’t fix. I know how much he loves her and years out of the business or not, I can imagine how suffocated he’s feeling unable to do anything and wanting to kill everyone. If it was Via? Well, I can’t think of her like that, or I’d tear everything apart.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” Shelly questions, pulling herself up from the armchair.
“I’m going to ShadowBox, you coming?”
Her eyes light up. “Fuck, yeah.”
I chuckle. Shelly isn’t into women, at least I don’t think she is, but I know that being cooped up in this house so much makes us all feel like
