Say You're Mine (The Gallaghers Book 1) by Layla Hagen (comprehension books .txt) 📕

wide apart. I touched her pussy over the fabric. Isabelle was so responsive, and I loved that about her. She threw her head back, clenching her thighs, trying to control her need. I cocked a brow, nudging them apart again. I watched as she licked her lips before swallowing hard. She was fucking beautiful in her red panties, spread open on my piano. A hint of vulnerability passed in her eyes, and I stepped closer, tilting over her and covering her mouth with mine. I kissed her long and deep until she shuddered.

“Want me to sing something just for you?” I whispered against her mouth. I knew she’d like it, and I had this insatiable urge to keep her happy.

A slow smile spread on her face as she nodded. I took a step back, then sat down in front of the keys. I wanted to show her everything that meant something to me. I liked letting her in, like this was how it was supposed to be.

But a question suddenly started to roll around in my mind: How the hell was I supposed to let her walk out of my life once the tour started?

Chapter ThirteenBrayden

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of someone moving around nearby. I blinked my eyes open, reaching for the other side of the bed. It was empty.

“Isabelle?” I asked in a thick voice, looking around the room.

She peeked out of the bathroom. “You’re up.” She darted out, running straight for me and crawling in the bed. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry. I tried to be quiet.”

She’d already put on the dress from yesterday. She straddled me, running her palms over my chest, then tracing that same path with her mouth.

I groaned, gripping her hips. “What are you doing?”

“Getting my fill of you before I go.”

God, I adored her. I couldn’t restrain another growl; she had me where she wanted me.

She smirked. “I see. All I get are groans and that smoldering look. Is it too early in the day for seducing?”

She continued to kiss a straight line between my abs, down to my navel, then back up.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Seven o’clock.”

I groaned again, pulling her up. “I’m not a morning person.”

“I can see that. I was planning to sneak out of here without waking you up because you seemed to be in a deep sleep.”

I moved my hands up and down her legs. My thumbs brushed the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. She shimmied right over my cock.

“I stand corrected. You are good at this seduction thing, even though you’re half asleep.”

“Good? I’m excellent.”

Before she had a chance to reply, I toppled her sideways. She crashed onto the mattress with a laugh, pushing a pillow under her head.

“Don’t go,” I said.

She pouted. “I have to. My first client is arriving in an hour.”

“I didn’t get enough of you last night.” I pulled her under my body, smiling against her shoulder at how easily she gave in to me. She wanted to stay just as much as I wanted her here.

“I can feel your smile. Why so smug?” she whispered.

“You’re not putting up much of a fight.”

“Well, you’re still out to prove how excellent your seduction skills are in the morning. It wouldn’t be fair not to give you that opportunity.”

I laughed, kissing down her neck, bunching the fabric of her dress in my hand until I reached her skin.

“Okay, okay. You win. No need to get me hot and bothered or I’ll be late for my client.”

I wasn’t ready to let her climb out of the bed, let alone leave the penthouse. But I respected that she was on a schedule. I was so used to the musician lifestyle that I couldn’t wrap my mind around having strict working hours every day. The concert schedule was brutally intense, but the rest of the time was relatively laid-back. I made sure to pencil in enough rehearsal time with the guys, but I was free otherwise.

I put on a shirt and boxers, brushing my teeth quickly before walking her to the door.

“Do you want coffee before you go?” I asked.

“No, I’m running late already.”

“Okay, I’ll ping the concierge and ask if the coast is clear. Paul will drive you.”

Isabelle’s eyes widened as I pressed the button connecting me to him.

“Good morning, Edward. All good downstairs?”

I didn’t need to tell him my name. He could see on his phone where the call came from.

“Good morning. We’ve got a lot of press camped out in front of the building. It seems more are arriving right now. I don’t think you should go out at the moment. They’re also in front of the garage.”

I swore, shaking my head. Isabelle frowned.

“Let me know when they leave,” I told him.

“Will do, sir.”

I punched the button disconnecting the call.

Isabelle bit her lower lip. “Okay... this is unexpected. Why do you think they’re downstairs?”

“I don’t know. I’ll talk to Sasha and see what she knows. Is there any way you can move your first appointment, at least?”

“No, I don’t want to do that. She looks forward to our weekly meetings. Maybe I can do an online session with her from my phone. We’ve done that when things were tight before and she couldn’t make it to my office. Let me text her.”

She took the phone out of her bag, typing quickly.

I was pissed. I’d hoped the media would stay out of my life until the concerts started, which was typically when their interest in my private life soared. I’d wanted more time with Isabelle before this insane part of my life would scare her away.

“Okay, this works. She says she hasn’t left home yet. But it would be better if I had my laptop. I have a file for each client, and I like to review it before starting each session and add notes during or after the session.”

“I’ll tell Paul to go get it for you.”

Isabelle perked up. “Really? It’s in my office, on the