Chapter 15: A Week of Indulgence

The next seven days in Miami were nothing short of a fever dream. Every moment with Isabella was charged with passion, and neither of them seemed to get enough. They didn't just limit their escapades to the bedroom. No, that would have been too easy. The entire city became their playground.

Day 4: The Backseat Affair

The sun had barely set when Isabella called Frank downstairs, telling him to dress in something sharp. A sleek black Maserati was waiting for him outside. Isabella was already inside, a tight-fitting silk dress hugging her curves, her red lips curling into a smirk when she saw him.

"We're going out," she said simply, sipping champagne.

They drove through the vibrant Miami streets, the city alive with flashing neon signs and roaring engines. The energy was intoxicating, but not as much as the woman beside him. Isabella's hand found its way onto Frank's thigh, her nails lightly scratching the fabric of his pants.

By the time they reached a secluded spot by the beach, the sexual tension had boiled over. The Maserati's engine was still running when Isabella climbed onto Frank's lap in the backseat.

"You drive me insane," she whispered against his lips before capturing them in a hungry kiss.

Her dress slid up effortlessly as she straddled him, and within moments, they were tangled in each other, the windows fogging up from their breath and moans. The mix of the ocean breeze outside and the heat inside the car made it all the more electrifying. She moved against him, nails raking against his chest, whispering his name in ways that sent chills down his spine.

Day 5: The Rooftop Rush

The next night, Isabella took him to an exclusive rooftop lounge, where celebrities and Miami's elite sipped expensive liquor under the city lights. They looked like any normal couple enjoying the night, but the glint in Isabella's eyes told Frank she had other plans.

Midway through their drinks, she leaned in and whispered, "Meet me in the restroom in five minutes."

Frank watched her saunter away, hips swaying in a way that had him finishing his drink in one gulp.

Inside the restroom, Isabella was already waiting, her back against the marble sink. She grabbed his tie, pulling him close.

"Make it quick," she teased.

Frank didn't need more encouragement. Their bodies collided, mouths devouring each other as he lifted her onto the sink. The thrill of being caught only added to the urgency as he pulled her panties aside and slid into her. Her head fell back against the mirror, biting her lip to stifle her moans.

By the time they walked back to their table, Isabella looked just as composed as ever except for the satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

Day 6: The Balcony Temptation

Their next adventure took place at a luxury penthouse Isabella had rented for the weekend. The view from the balcony was breathtaking, but Frank barely had time to admire it before Isabella pulled him close.

"Let's do something crazy," she whispered, hiking up her dress.

Frank grinned. "We haven't already?"

She turned around, hands gripping the balcony railing, looking out at the city as Frank positioned himself behind her. The cool night air contrasted with the heat between them as he entered her, his hands gripping her waist.

"You're insane," he groaned, thrusting deep.

"And you love it," she moaned back.

Below them, the streets were alive with people who had no idea what was happening just a few stories above their heads. The thrill was unmatched.

Day 7: The Club Escapade

On the seventh day, Isabella took Frank to one of the most exclusive nightclubs in Miami, a place where privacy was guaranteed for those who could afford it. They danced under the flashing lights, their bodies pressed together, moving to the heavy bass.

At one point, she whispered in his ear, "Follow me."

Frank followed her through a side door that led to a private VIP lounge. She locked the door behind them before pushing him onto the leather couch. Her dress slid down, revealing her bare skin beneath, and before Frank could say a word, she was on top of him.

The music pounded through the walls as they moved together, the thrill of doing it in such a public yet private space making it all the more intense.

Day 8: The Elevator Tease

At a high-end hotel, Isabella couldn't even wait until they got to the room. The moment the elevator doors closed, she pushed Frank against the wall, her hands already unbuckling his belt.

"Are you serious?" he asked, breathless.

"Shut up and enjoy," she smirked.

The elevator ride lasted barely a minute, but by the time they reached their floor, Frank had to make sure he was properly put together before stepping out. Isabella, on the other hand, walked confidently as if nothing had happened.

Day 9: The Washroom Rendezvous

A simple dinner date turned into yet another heated moment when Isabella gave Frank that look from across the table. Without a word, he excused himself to the restroom, knowing she would follow.

Inside, Isabella wasted no time, pushing him into a stall and locking the door. Their hands were everywhere, desperate and hungry, as they indulged in yet another forbidden encounter.

Day 10: The Slow Burn

By the tenth day, their passion hadn't faded, it had only intensified. But there was something different about this night. Instead of the rushed, risky encounters, Isabella took her time.

They spent the evening in bed, candles casting a soft glow around them. She traced her fingers along Frank's chest, whispering, "I don't want this to end."

Frank, for once, had no words.

Their bodies intertwined once more, but this time, it wasn't just about the thrill it was something deeper, something unspoken.

As Frank lay in bed that night, watching Isabella sleep, he couldn't shake the feeling that this trip was going to change everything.