Free Without Regret (Devil's Playground #1) by Nicole Edwards

what now?” he asked, his gaze never leaving the table.
    “We get back to normal life. And you…” Cassidy waited until he looked at her. “You get some help.”
    Jordan nodded, but she didn’t see sincerity in his gaze. She knew him, knew he’d be the first to make a dozen promises, but he never followed through on them. This time, because he had gotten in with the mafia—as he referred to them—he wasn’t going to have much of a choice.
    “Don’t make any promises,” she said before he could speak. “We’ll get through this together, okay?”
    Jordan nodded, his eyes widening as though he was happy with the idea of her helping him.
    A warm hand landed on her shoulder, and Cassidy turned to see Isaiah standing beside her. She smiled up at him, then got to her feet. Glancing back at Jordan, she smiled. “I get to make the promises this time.”
    Allowing Isaiah to lead her away from the table, Cassidy felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She wasn’t going to worry about Jordan right now. He was right where he needed to be, and she knew he was looking for a way out, but Isaiah wouldn’t allow that to happen. Not until they settled their business. In the meantime, it would give him time to think things through. Her brother wasn’t usually so selfish, but he did have a problem. A problem that she vowed to help him through as long as he was willing. And now that he was in the position he was in, she didn’t think he had much of a choice.
    So for now, she decided to let the heavy thoughts go. There’d be plenty of time to deal with those later.
    “You ready for a break?” Isaiah asked suddenly.
    Cassidy turned to look at Isaiah, realizing for the first time that they’d stopped in a relatively quiet corridor on the second floor of the club.
    “Sure,” she told him, not certain what he had in mind.
    The smile he shot back at her made her toes curl. It was a promise.
    “Where are we going?” she asked as he led her down the hall.
    “My office.”
    Less than a minute later, that was exactly where they were. His office.
    Alone.
    Isaiah flipped the lock on the door and stalked her, forcing her back until her butt hit the edge of his desk.
    “Have I told you how hot you look in this dress?” he asked.
    Cassidy shook her head but added a flirty smile. He had told her, right after she’d put it on. At the time, she’d seen the gleam in his eyes, and she’d been proud of her selection. The slinky red number wasn’t something she would’ve picked out on her own, but the woman at the store had told her that it would set off her hair. She’d been right, and when Isaiah had looked at her after she’d changed, the heat she’d seen in his eyes had been proof.
    Isaiah’s hands slid up her thighs, forcing the short, tight dress higher until the red thong she’d purchased was the only thing separating her sex from his touch.
    He stole her breath when he solved that problem, sliding her panties to the side and teasing her labia with his big, warm fingers.
    “I’ve been dying to get inside you again,” he told her, his breath warm against her lips, his finger sliding through her slit.
    “So why’d you wait so long?” she teased.
    Isaiah smiled, the slight shift of his facial muscles reaching all the way to his eyes.
    “You’re wet,” he said. “For me?”
    “Only you,” she whispered, realizing how true the words were as soon as they were out of her mouth.
    It’d been a long time since Cassidy had felt something for a man, something this intense, this all-consuming. She was a cautious woman, but with Isaiah, she lost every ounce of her inhibitions.
    And she didn’t care.
    Everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, everything she’d said and done, she was perfectly content with. It didn’t matter to her that Isaiah was part of a mafia family, that he had killed a man while protecting her.
    If she had to relive it all over again, she wouldn’t change a thing.
    She didn’t have