Husband With Benefits
Chapter 376: Uh Oh (2)

Chapter 376: Uh Oh (2)

Once again, Isabella realized that she was not home as she woke up with a searing headache and winced as the bright light hit her face. But that was not what jolted her as she moved. It was the presence of an arm around her middle, pinning her to the mattress. And as she slowly moved her head to look at herself, she realized that she’d lost her top somewhere else as well, and was only clad in her undergarments.

Quickly she closed her eys. No. No. No. Did she lose her half- V-card to some random stranger at the bar? But then her slow mind pointed out that she’d not gone to a bar for sometime now. And the last thing she remembered was going to the Frosts gathering and coming back with Ian.

Then was the arm around her Ian’s? Shucks! That was even worse than losing the half- V-card to a complete stranger. She’d gone ahead and slept with the boss. Who had clearly stated that he did not sleep with employees. Yes. He did not sleep with employees so it couldn’t be with him.

Did she sleep with some other Frostie? No! She hoped not. That would be too bad.

Before she could gather her courage, she felt the hand on her stomach exert some force and turn her around. Now, as she tried to control her heart which was threatening to jump out of her throat, she felt a familiar smell surround her and a silky voice murmur," Are you going to keep your eyes closed all morning?"

Her eyes snapped open and she imemdiately regretted that as they came to a direct view of a lean and not overly muscular chest. Just like she liked it. So, she closed her eyes again and nodded. Yup. She was going to keep her eyes closed.

The man laughed at her and his hand on her back, continue to rub circles over her panties while his finger seemed to be slipping under the waist band with every movement. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at his familiar face,"Did we sleep together?"

Ian Frost smiled and raised an eyebrow at her," Well, since we woke up together, and I’m sure that neither of sleep walks , then I’d say that is a yes."

Isabella closed her eyes again and cried in her heart. Why did she have to have drunk se*? And that too with Ian Frost.

Once again, the man moved her with a turn of his body, so that he was now leanign against her, his chest, crushing her brea*ts. She could feel his breath over her face as he leaned closed and she closed her eys tighter as his mouth traced her ear. " But if you mean to ask that did we have se* last night, then no."

Her eyes snapped open at that as she looked into his amused eyes." You mean we did not sleep together?"

"We did sleep together, Isi. But we did not have s*x. or f*ck, etc."

"Why?" She blurted out the question before immediately trying to cover her mouth which was no good at holding her thoughts inside.

Ian laughed at that and rubbed his nose against hers," Well, because I don’t sleep with drunk women. I believe I mentioned that the last time too."

"Oh. Oh. Yes. You did. Then, thank you. Umm... Can you move?"

"No." Ian answered firmly, as he buried his head near her face, on the pillow but too close to her.

"Why won’t you move?" Isabella asked trying and failing to push the immovable wall that was him.

"Last night, you threw yourself at me. Do you know how difficult it was for me to restrian myself and stick to my principles of not messing with a drunk woman?" He accused in her ear.

"Then? Thank you?"

She felt him smile and say something but was distracted as his hands moved to the side of her breast, under the strings of her undergarment.

"What did you say?" She asked, trying to control her breathing, even as her body seemed to be melting under his touch.

"I said... that you’re not drunk now... so you can make up for molesting me last night."

Wide eyed at that, Isabelle involuntarily arched under his touch and her hands were at a loss whether to pull him close or push him away.

He caught her hands in his and slowly restricted them with his large hands, before tying them to the back of the bed. Her eyes widened as she felt her hands being restrained as she realised that the man had some kind of a scarf at such a strategic position. Before she could come to terms with this new development, Ian moved back, admiring his handiwork," You look exquisite. I’ve been wanting to eat you for a long time now. I like my breakfast served like this."

Isabella’s eyes widened as he moved to the side and soon brought out some kind of a jar... and she could already guess his intentions. She closed her eyes and waited for the liquid that never came. As she slowly opened them again, Isabella looked at Ian in confusion who was still there in the same position.

Quietly, he asked her," Isabella? Do you want this? There is no going back after this."

She knew what he meant. This was her last chance to ask him to stop.

"No, sweetheart. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say. I’ll stop. This is your last chance to decide if you are really not drunk..."

"I want you, Ian." Isabella spoke breathlessly and closed her eyes as she offered herself to him. With a triumphant smile, Ian tilted the bottle of caramel sauce and got to the task of devouring his breakfast of the best ’cupcakes’ in the world. As his tongue tasted every inch of her, Isabella could only surrender herself to the pleasure...

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