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

breath rushing out of her lungs as she moaned. He was going to come if she kept… Her legs locked tightly around him, the shift of her hips changing the angle, sending him closer to the razor-sharp edge that he hovered over. Crushing his mouth to hers, Isaiah pounded into her, fucking her mercilessly, desperate to make her come.
    “Yes,” she breathed sharply, breaking the kiss when she tossed her head back. “God, yes!”
    Her muscles locked on his cock once more, her legs tightening around his hips as her orgasm crested, sending him right over the edge with her.
    Neither of them moved, holding one another until their breathing was somewhat regulated. Even then, Isaiah didn’t let her go.
    “You okay?” she asked, her fingers sliding through his hair.
    “Never better,” he whispered, his forehead against her neck.
    “So, what do we do now?”
    He knew by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t talking about cleaning up and going back to work. Cassidy wanted to know about what the future held for them.
    Lifting his head and looking directly into her eyes, he swallowed hard. “That’s your call.”
    “Mine? Why mine?”
    “I’ve … never done this before.”
    Cassidy’s smile lit her entire face, and her laugh made him grin.
    “You know what I meant,” he added.
    Her smile faded, her face sobering. “I do know. And I’ve … never done this before, either.”
    “There’s a first time for everything. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”
    “I think so,” she answered easily.
    “Then I say we take this one day at a time.”
    Her smile returned, and the vise grip on his heart loosened somewhat.
    “I like that plan. A lot.”
    Good. Because he didn’t know how else to tell her that he had no intention of walking away.

18
    After their rendezvous in Isaiah’s office, Cassidy opted to go to his penthouse while he went back into the club. It was when she was getting presentable in the private bathroom in Isaiah’s office that she remembered she had a room at the hotel, which meant she did have some of her things with her.
    Why she hadn’t thought about it before, she didn’t know, but instead of taking the private elevator up to his suite as Isaiah had instructed, Cassidy decided to slip through the club and back to the main part of the hotel. From there, she took the public elevator up to her floor, relieved that things were finally back to normal.
    Once inside her hotel room, she took a quick look around, noticing nothing different than the last time she’d been there, which meant during all the chaos, those men who’d taken Jordan hadn’t found her hideout. She was grateful for that.
    It only took a few minutes for Cassidy to gather her things and to retrieve the items she’d placed in the safe, including the cash she’d pulled out of her savings account in order to try and get Jordan out of his predicament. She’d taken out forty thousand just in case.
    It was all there, every bill.
    Not that she was all that keen on walking around the casino with that kind of cash, but she didn’t have much of a choice. If she wanted to spend one last night with Isaiah before they started taking things one day at a time, she had to get back to his penthouse. Preferably before he realized she’d taken a brief detour.
    Dumping all of her bathroom items into her overnight bag, Cassidy finished packing her things. One last look around and she was satisfied that she’d gotten everything.
    Just as she was heading to the door, there was a knock. Figuring Isaiah had realized where she’d gone, she smiled to herself as she yanked open the door.
    “Ms. Owens. So good to see you again.”
    Oh, shit.
    Cassidy tried to slam the door in the man’s face, but he was faster than she was, placing his foot in the way, which kept the door from closing.
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    “What do you want?” she asked, trying to keep her cool.
    “We’ve got a few things to discuss, Ms. Owens,” the gray-haired man—Mr. Turner, she