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  “Better for your rehab this way,” she says seductively with a wink.

  “Fuck me,” I groan. Placing my hands on her hips, I step closer to her glorious butt, getting down on my knees the best I can and burying my face in her pussy. I have to taste her. Moving my hands round to the globes of her arse I spread her wide open to me for better access.

  “Stunning.” I lick her from her tiny nub all the way up to her arsehole.

  Yeah, I'm going to claim and take that part of her, too, one day, just not now. And there will be a next time, I’m going to make sure of it.

  One taste is all I've had but I know it’ll never be enough. She's a drug I find myself hooked on. One hit and I'm addicted.

  As I drop my head again, Remme pushes herself into my face. “Isaak, I need more. Please.” Her voice is full of desperation.

  “Don't worry, Rem, I got you.” Taking her clit between my teeth, applying just a small amount of pressure, has her almost pulling away from me on a scream. Grabbing her hips again, I hold her tight to me and in place as the sensation starts to become too much for her. Her moans and groans fill the huge shower, overpowering the sound of the water as it sprays, hitting the glass surrounding us.

  I tease her some more with my tongue, adding a finger inside her and drawing it back out slowly before gliding into her silkiness again. She is so wet and warm it almost has me shooting my load right then.

  “Isaak…” she warns.

  Relieving her from the pleasure of my tongue, I push straight back in but with two fingers this time, still lapping at her clit with my tongue, nipping and flicking at her as she begins to clench around my fingers. Removing my mouth from her, I replace it with my fingers that were just inside her in a circular motion over her clit. Her legs start to shake, a direct sign she's close.

  “Let go, Rem. Cum on my tongue; let me taste all of you.” Thrusting my tongue into her tight wet pussy feels heavenly. The two sensations become too much for her as she tightens up again, soaking my mouth on a scream that echoes around the bathroom and ricochets off the glass surrounding us. The acoustics make it sound like a song to my ears that I will happily listen to on repeat.

  “Remme, I need inside you so bad right now.” Getting up off the floor has pain shooting up my spine, but for now, to have this with her, I grit my teeth and bear any and all pain on my body just to enjoy this moment.

  Looking at Remme’s arse still up in the air is too much to handle. Lining my cock up with her entrance I wrap one fist in her hair, holding on tight with the other hand on her hip. I thrust forwards deep and hard, so much so that I'm sure she can feel it at the back of her throat. I find a rhythm that has her moaning my name, and fuck me, the way she screams it will forever be embedded in my mind.

  “Cum with me, Rem.”

  She reaches down between her legs and starts circling her clit vigorously. Watching her get herself off with so much confidence whilst I'm balls deep in her pussy has me roaring to the finishing line with her. Two more meaningful thrusts is all it takes.

  “Now, Rem, now,” I growl through my teeth. We both come together, riding the wave of our blissful orgasms together, Remme pulsating around my still-buried cock. We make small movements back and forth until Remme stands up straight, our bodies still connected, her back to my front. She turns her head and smiles lazily up at me, clearly fully satisfied and sated.

  I lean closer and wrap one arm around her waist, lifting the other to her cheek and passionately taking her plush lips, kissing her ferociously.

  “Let's get cleaned up.” I tell her, not wanting to let her go. I spin her around on her feet, nipping at her neck with my teeth and sucking it for a split second. I lick the spot that I just nipped and placed a gentle kiss over it, leaving my mark on her. Seeing the slight little blood spots raise to the surface on her neck where I left my mark, has my dick hardening for her again.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Remme

  Thank God I chose to come back for my phone.

  It may have been a vanilla version of sex with Isaak compared to what Owen had described earlier, but shining through all the lust filled shower steam had been a promise of what is to come, if there is a next time. What am I on about, there can’t be a next time, I just have to enjoy this while I have it. I’d been able to tell he was holding out on me—whether that was because of the injuries he’s suffering from or because he hadn’t known if I would be able to handle him. Regardless, it had been an insight into what it will be like to have sex with a fully fit Isaak when he is at his absolute best.

  The feeling of him licking and kissing my neck has me in a peaceful mind set. Sex with Isaak is off the chart, smoking hot. The way he used his skilled tongue and manipulated my clit like a man on a mission had been mind blowing. No man has ever shown me this much attention during sex. Before Isaak, it has only ever been a quick, five-minute job, that’s never made me orgasm, followed by a quick, ‘wham bam thank you ma'am.’ That's it.

  He continues to whisper words of endearment in my ear, which is in total contrast to the way he looks and portrays himself.

  He moves away from me, one hand still firmly placed around my waist like he doesn’t want to stop touching me in case I disappear.

  He grabs a sponge and wets it under the rainfall shower head. Realising he needs his other hand to put the shower gel on the sponge, he stops.

  “You want a hand?” I ask on a smirk. “Or you could use your other hand, you know,” I say, nodding my head at his soft grip on my waist.

  “Nope, not a chance. I need to feel you, whatever part of you that may be. Now put some gel on this so I can wash you.” He holds the sponge around my front and I do as he asks, the whole time with a huge smile—not that he can see it—lightening up my face.

  He lathers my body up with the soap suds and begins to wash me. Pulling me back even closer to his front, he rests his chin on my shoulder and looks down as he rubs and wipes gently over my breasts, my tummy and between my thighs. He uses a little more pressure when he reaches my thighs, causing my body to tingle and light up again. A moan escaping my lips.

  “You’re exquisite, you know that?” he says seductively in my ear, following his words with a bite to my neck again.

  “Hhmm, I could say the same about you.” I twist around in his arms, wrapping my hands around his neck loosely. “You’re not what I expected you to be,” I tell him truthfully, looking in his eyes deeply. It’s like I’m staring into the depths of his soul and his eyes alone can tell me all of his deepest and darkest secrets.

  “What were you expecting?”

  I can’t tell if he’s upset or intrigued, but I carry on explaining now that I’ve started. “Well, when I first met you, I thought you were an overbearing obnoxious, egotistical, dominating and conceited playboy,” I tell him as I bury my face in his chest. “Just to name a few.”

  “Wow, all very accurate descriptions. What do you think of me now? Besides my obvious physique.” He thrusts his hips at my groin in reference to his statement, making me laugh as I look back up at him.

  “Well, now who’s full of themselves. Although, I can’t disagree, even if it does make your head swell. But, to answer your question, now I see a whole different side of you, and I gotta say I kinda like it, Isaak. You’re not this brooding mass of muscle who does most of the thinking with his dick.”

  “The side you see now, is the side of me most people don’t get to see, or should I say let them see. It’s part of being a boxer, too. You know, never letting potential fighters see my softer side. Besides you, there are only a select few who see the real me. I try to keep my life private, Remme. At least the important things that matter to me.”

  I want to find out everything there is to know about him—the stuff that isn’t written in the news—but when I hear a voice calling out, reality starts to sink in about where I am, what I’m doing and who I’m with.

  “Did you hear that?” I whisper
, freezing in his arms.

  “All I hear is the sound of your heavy breathing and little lust filled pants.” He winks.

  I slap his chest playfully.

  He goes to speak again but I cut him off the only way I know will work.

  I grab his head and pull him down towards me. I smack my lips on his, taking as much as I can from him. It’s bruising and all-consuming. He mirrors my every move. I cement every feel and touch of Isaak into my memory, knowing what I need to do. It’s the right thing to do, whether I want to stay or not. I need to stop whatever this is.

  The feelings swirling around my head are not thoughts I should be having. He is a client after all, and this should never have happened, no matter how much I’d wanted it to… and I did instigate it.

  The voice calls again, severing the connection between us completely. I feel the moment Isaak’s whole-body tenses around me. The grip his hands have on my hips are almost bruising.

  “Fuck… get dressed, Remme.”

  It’s all I need to hear to get my body and head moving. He opens the shower door, and the chill that coats my skin due to him no longer being close to me now matches my cold and chilling emotions.

  He wraps a towel around his waist and knots it tight at his hip. The remaining droplets of water running down his toned chest. They disappear down the V shape of his groin and into the towel. It hides the promised land I’ve just had the pleasure of visiting.

  He leaves me to sort myself out, not once glancing back at me.

  “What the fuck have I done?” I admonish myself. “You stupid cow. Why did you have to complicate everything.”

  The sound of the voice calls out again as whoever it is gets closer, so I get moving, dry and dress myself quicker than is humanly possible.

  Where the fuck has Isaak gone?

  He’s gone eerily quiet. If he’s fucked off and left me here to deal with whoever is in his house, I swear to God, I’ll hit the fucking roof.

  “Isaak, babe. Where are you?” The voice belongs to a female.

  “Oh Remme, you’ve really fucked up this time,” I say breathlessly as I speed out the bathroom, almost fully dressed. I have everything on except my knickers as I couldn’t find them quick enough in a panic.

  As I exit the bathroom and Isaak’s bedroom, I swing the door open and literally clash with the woman’s body.

  “Bollocks,” I huff out, getting my legs back underneath me.

  Oh, this can’t be good.

  It certainly doesn’t look great.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Isaak

  When Remme places her lips on mine I hear what she is hearing, my whole-body tenses. So much so, I find myself gripping her hip far more vigorously than I should.

  “Fuck, get dressed, Remme.” The moment I realise the voice belongs to Shantel; I freeze for a split second. I can’t bring myself to look at Remme, as all the questions she wants to ask will be written on her face. I close myself off from her, not because what we’ve just done is wrong, but to protect her. Shantel is my main concern right now.

  Rushing out of the shower as quickly as possible without slipping on my arse, I Spot the thong that had me drooling earlier on in the gym. I swipe it up and glance back making sure Remme didn’t see me.

  I pull a towel from the shelf and wrap it around me as I leave Remme to get dressed in the bathroom, and quickly grabbing a pair of shorts from the drawers, I leg it out of my bedroom and head to the gym to locate Remme’s mobile. Luckily, I find it with ease then take the long way around to avoid Shantel and enter the spare room to get myself sorted. The more distances between me and Remme the better for her right now. Remme doesn’t know how much of a psycho Shantel can be, especially when it comes to me.

  I whip the towel off and quickly rub it over my hair, throwing it on the floor for now, and then step in my shorts, pulling them up.

  “Bollocks,” Remme shouts as I am about to walk out of the door, making me pause.

  “Who the hell are you?” Shantel seethes at Remme.

  “I’m Remme. And you are?”

  I detect sass and feistiness in Remme’s voice. Not backing down.

  “I’m Isaak’s…girlfriend. What are you doing here? In his bedroom of all places. Is that a love bite on your neck? Where’s Isaak?”

  Girlfriend… She isn’t my fucking girlfriend, in fact, she means absolutely nothing to me. We fucked multiple times, and she’s attended a few events with me. That’s all.

  “Wow, demanding much. For your information, Isaak and I were just…” Oh hell no, as much as I want Remme to tell Shantel about what we were just doing in the shower, I can’t let her. It’s for her own good. She just doesn't know it yet and won’t understand why I do what I’m about to do.

  I swipe the door open and stride across the hallway. I sense the tension between them. Normally having two girls fighting over me would be a massive fucking turn on and a huge boost to my ego, but seeing as it’s Shantel, I’m anything but turned on right now.

  “Shantel, I take it you’ve met Remme. She’s my physiotherapist.” I don't introduce Shantel as I wouldn’t know what to call her.

  “Why is she in your bedroom?” she demands, even though she has no right to ask these questions. But for now, for Remme, I’ll play along.

  “If you must know, I was just…”

  I cut Remme off again, much to her dismay. “She was just taking a shower to wash up after our session. I told her to take her time.” I look from Remme’s disgusted eyes over to Shantel, who’s looking behind Remme and into the bedroom. Thank fuck the bed is still made up, as it seems to make Shantel believe what I’ve said and thankful doesn’t bring up the mark I’ve left on Remme neck again.

  “By the looks of it, I’d say she’s just finished,” I add. “Oh, by the way, here is your phone.” Remme turns her head sharply in my direction. I look at her head on as her eyes show me nothing but disappointment.

  “Yeah it seems so. I was just leaving. Thanks for letting me use your shower, Isaak. It was a little frigid, if I’m honest. For such a powerful shower, the execution wasn’t quite on point. It was a bit of a let-down.”

  I don’t miss the sarcasm nor what she is really referring to. I clench my jaw to stop the growl in the back of my throat that is dying to slip out. I control my instinct to not grab her, chuck her over my shoulder and give her round two.

  With a dirty glance my way, she pushes past Shantel and shoves my shoulder, making me move out her way. All I can do is watch her walk away from me, when all I want to do is go after her and tell her that it’s not what she thinks.

  The conflicting feelings inside me aren’t helping the matter.

  Once I know Remme is in the clear from Shantel’s persistent questioning, I can ask her what she’s really doing here.

  “Shantel, why are you here?” I bellow at her.

  She doesn’t even notice how pissed off I am. She’s so fucking delusional; it’s insane how she’s got this far in life.

  Now I’ve met Remme, tasted her, felt her under my fingertips, I start to wonder what the hell I even saw in Shantel in the first place. Besides the mediocre sex as and when I wanted it, there’s nothing to her. She’s nothing special, not to me anyway. Not anymore.

  “I don’t like her, Isaak,” she states maliciously.

  “I don’t care what you think, Shan. She’s here to do a fucking job. End of.” I turn my back on her and head out into the open-plan seating room. She’s hot on my heels. I’m about to ask her how she got in my house, but when I round the corner, I notice the patio doors are still open from earlier. “What is it you actually want?” I’m tired now, the after effect from my high, I guess. My body aches from head to toe and my head is pounding, about ready to jump out of my skull. I remember I need to take my medication, as I haven't had any for a while.

  “Well you’ve been ignoring my calls, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands and come and see f
or myself how you were doing.” She flounces over to where I’m standing, looking at me seductively from under her fake lashes. “That and other things.” She runs her hands across my shoulders, over my bare pecs and down my abdominals. Licking her lips as she grabs my dick over the material of my shorts. I swiftly grab her hand and move it out the away and step back from her grabby, greedy hands.

  “Don’t,” I warn her.

  “Oh, come on, Isaak. We both know what you need right now. Let me help you in ways that no one else ever can.” She makes a move towards me again.

  How fucking wrong and off the mark she really is.

  “Shantel, you don’t get to come into my home and expect my dick inside you. As much as I know you enjoyed it every time, it’s never meant fuck all to me.” I walk away from her and stroll into the kitchen for my tablets.

  “You don’t mean that, Isaak. I know you like it rough, how you like to take control and be the dominating animal in the bedroom. You need to let that beast out every once in a while. How long has it actually been since you let that side of you run wild, Isaak?” She’s baiting me, goading me. Before Remme it might have worked, but now...

  Fuck, I really do need to let this side of me out, but that’s not going to happen with Shantel, never a-fucking-gain. Everything she’s telling me is true, but I want it all with Remme.

  “Get out,” I say, harshly, leaning on the kitchen unit with my back to her. I know she’s close by: I can smell her potent perfume from a mile away. It makes my nostrils burn.

  “Excuse me?” I can sense her taking a step closer.

  “I said…get...out...of...my…house,” I pause between each word to emphasize the threat in the tone of my voice.

  “Isaak…what...why?” She stumbles over her words, not knowing what to do, or why I’m acting this way towards her. It feels like the right thing to do now. I need Shantel out of my life for good. For many years, she’s been there for me to sate this dark and wild side of me, but I’ve just realised I don’t need her for that anymore.