Her Shield (The Uncut Series Book 1) by D. Camille Page A

across from her. “They're your favorite, right?”
    She nodded and picked up her fork. “I can't believe you remember the things I tell you.”
      “I'm trained to remember details but everything about you is memorable Isis,” he said softly looking across the table at her.
      Isis flushed as she began to dig into the light fluffy omelet. As she ate, she could feel his platinum gaze on her and she touched her hair.
      “Do I look a mess?” she asked looking up at him.
      “Why do you say that?”
    She looked back down at her plate. “You keep staring at me.”
      “You're beautiful,” he said simply.
      She shook her head laughing softly. “I didn't sleep well. I have on no makeup and my hair is in a ponytail. I'm hardly beautiful right now.”
      Marc leaned forward. “You're completely beautiful right now and you always are. Yes, when you do it up, nobody can touch you...but sitting here like this, nobody can touch you either.”
    Isis smiled. “You're making me think about you naked again.”
    He nodded towards her plate. “When you finish that food, you won't have to think about it.”
      She smiled again and began eating. When they finished Isis loaded the dishwasher before Marcus took her hand and led her outdoors to the deck.
    He turned to her. “What do you want to do now?” he asked.
      Isis grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “You're teasing me. I'm beginning to think you lied about those compliments.”
      Marc looked at her. “No, I didn't lie.” He led her over to one of the lounge chairs where she stretched out and he sat on the edge watching her.
      “So, tell me how much experience you have.”
      “Not a lot,” she answered.
    He nodded. “Not a lot, or not any?”
    Isis leaned forward. “Like what?”
      “Intercourse.”
      “No,” she answered.
      “Touching.”
    She shook her head. “No.”
      “Oral.”
    Her eyes widened. “Oh my god! No! What do you think I've been doing?”
    Marc took her hand. “Relax, I'm just figuring out where we should start.” She sat back watching him.
      “Is there anything in particular that you and your girlfriends talked about that you want to experience?” he asked.
    Isis gave him a naughty grin before leaning forward and whispering in his ear.
    Marc stood. “Okay, I can do that.”
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      Isabelle went to pick up her sister-in-law, Sage Black at her gallery for brunch. Sage was Ray's only sister and they would kill for one another. She saw Sage's large round belly and smiled knowing hers would soon be that way. The two women hugged and took a seat in Sage's office.
      “Sage look at you, you look as if you're almost ready to deliver.”
    Sage sighed. “I wish. I still have six weeks to go and Jordan is driving me crazy.”
      Jordan was Sage's husband and Ray's best friend since college. He was also Isabelle's best friend since childhood.
      “Well, that's Jordan.” Isabelle laughed. “What is he doing now?”
      “He has bought an entire store full of clothing for his son, who is yet to be born.”
      Isabelle laughed because everyone knew of Jordan's clothes fetish that he'd acquired as a child. He was the only boy who wore dress pants and ties to school since elementary.
      “Yes, that's Jordan,” Isabelle agreed.
      Sage smiled. “So what's going on with you? You look amazing. I guess the Sun God is being a good husband to you.”
    Isabelle smiled. “The Sun God is amazing and yes, he is.”
    Both women laughed knowing how much Ray loved Isabelle and vice versa.
      “I'm worried about my sister though,” Isabelle shared.
      Sage shook her head. “Ray told me about it. I was hoping Shana was involved so I could kill her, but so far no luck.”
      Shana was Isabelle and Isis' half-sister. She was the daughter their father had kept secret for over thirty years and she had a vendetta against Isabelle.
    Isabelle shook her head. “I hope she's not involved with this. She's done