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

a single regret.

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    Isaiah had been telling the truth when he’d said he was dying to get inside her again. He’d thought about little else since they’d arrived back at the club. And throughout the night, when he had been making the rounds inside Devil’s Playground, he had been tempted to pull Cassidy into a dark corner so he could do just that.
    Now they had a little privacy, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer.
    Sliding his finger through her slick folds, Isaiah pushed inside her, fingering her slowly while she moaned sweetly against his mouth.
    “You like that? When I finger you?”
    “Yes,” she said on a breathless moan. “So much.”
    He did, too. The scent of her, the sexy sounds she made… It went to his head like nothing else.
    “Tell me to eat your pussy, Cassidy,” he said softly.
    “Yes,” she replied. “Please.”
    “Tell me,” he insisted, pulling back enough to make eye contact with her. “I want to hear you say it.”
    “Eat my … pussy,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink.
    It was enough, just hearing those dirty words coming from her sweet mouth… Definitely enough.
    Crouching in front of her, Isaiah replaced his finger with his tongue, delving through her smooth folds, tasting her, teasing her.
    God, he’d never get enough. He could eat her for hours, never stopping, just to hear her moans, to feel her fingers clasping his hair.
    As she ground her pussy against his mouth, Isaiah pushed his finger inside her again, then two. Slowly fucking her while he suckled her clit, looking up at the beautiful woman who had managed, in the matter of a day, to capture a piece of him that he hadn’t realized was afloat. But here he was, and this … this few minutes they had to themselves… Isaiah intended to show her how good it could be, because he couldn’t see spending tomorrow without her. Or the day after that.
    “Isaiah. Oh, God. I need to … feel you … inside me. Fuck me,” she cried out, thrusting her hips forward against his intruding fingers while she pulled his hair, urging him back to his feet.
    He did as she asked, standing to his full height, retrieving the condom he’d placed in his wallet a short time ago, then releasing his cock and sheathing himself. And then …
    Heaven.
    He was pushing inside her, her pussy clamping on his dick, squeezing him, milking him, making him crazy with want.
    “Cass … you … God, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt in her warmth. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.
    Cassidy’s arms came around his neck, her legs around his hips, her ass perched on the edge of his desk as he began thrusting into her. Harder, faster, deeper.
    He feared he would never get enough. Not in this lifetime.
    Pulling back to look at her, he locked his gaze with hers. Searching. Seeking.
    He wanted to know if what he’d seen there earlier had only been a figment of his imagination.
    The way Cassidy’s hooded gaze locked with his … he knew she felt it too.
    This wasn’t just sex. He’d had that enough to know that this was more.
    So much more.
    “Cassidy… Aww, fuck, baby. Too good.”
    He thrust his hips forward, slamming into her, holding her with one arm around her back, the other on his desk for traction.
    “Harder,” Cassidy pleaded. “Never stop, Isaiah. Never.”
    He didn’t intend to, but his body had other ideas. Her muscles tightened around his cock, a surge of pleasure igniting in his veins.
    He wanted to fuck her into oblivion, to continue with the punishing thrusts of his hips until she was screaming his name and begging for more.
    So. Fucking. Good.
    “Isaiah,” she breathed, her fingernails digging into his scalp, electrical pulses of pleasure-pain darting down his spine.
    “I’m here, Cass. Right here with you, baby.” Panting, he continued to thrust into her. “I could do this forever, sinking my dick into your pretty pussy. Aww, that’s it, baby. Squeeze my dick.”
    Her muscles tightened, her