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Panic peeped over the edge of Peter’s emotional foxhole. He attempted to step away, but Georgia pulled him to her. Their lips met. Her tongue sought his, and all thoughts of running away evaporated. Careful not to add his full weight to her frame, he lay on top of her. She shifted her leg, brushing against his cock as she widened her thighs.

He took her cue and nestled between her legs. Fully clothed, he found her center and slid forward. Denim bit into his cock, increasing the pressure in his balls. He groaned as Georgia lifted her hips, adding to his sensual torture. He wanted to lose himself in this moment and forget anything else—anyone else—ever existed.

Honey lips kissed their way along his jaw to his ear. He turned his head and was rewarded with a whispered, “I want you.”

God, yes.

He knelt to pull his sweater over his head, and Georgia shucked hers. Barriers removed, they came together again. Skin against skin, he pressed into her softness and drank her in with long, slaking kisses. Seating his cock more firmly against her, he applied just the right pressure for them both and captured her cry with his mouth. He thrust, and thrust again, until she wound her legs around his hips.

“Take them off.” Georgia palmed his ass, forcing his hips down again.

Her wish. His command.

Balanced on his forearms, he paused. When was the last time he’d taken an order in bed? He bit the insides of his cheeks against a smile. Maybe never? He raised up so he knelt above her.

“What?” she asked, skimming her fingers along her belly to the button of her jeans.

He shook his head, unable to believe he was about to admit this to her. “I usually give the orders.”

“Must be exhausting.” She full-on grinned at him, and his heart gave a dangerous lurch. “Might be good for you to take some once in a while.”

“Oh?” He pasted on his best boardroom stare, which lasted all of three seconds before they both burst into laughter.

Belly rippling with her mirth, Georgia grinned up at him, her full mouth begging for another kiss. First things first, however. He trailed a finger over the lace edging her bra, and she sobered as her stare took on a heavy-lidded cast.

“Take it off,” he said.

“You.” Her throaty demand spiked his pulse.

Oh, she had no idea what she’d just invited. He let his gaze darken, and she sucked in a breath. One hand under her shoulders, he smoothed his way down her back until he reached her strap. She arched. Rather than undo her bra, he pulled her upward. The rapidity of her ascent forced her gasp.

She clutched at his shoulders, and he undid the bra with one hand. With the other, he caught one of her wrists and brought it behind her back. Once it was off, the lingerie became a makeshift binding he used to tie her hands behind her back.

When he was finished, she gazed up at him openmouthed, her exposed nipples puckered so tight they had to hurt. He lowered his head to suck one rigid peak into his mouth. The first hard pull had her crying out his name. The second made her struggle against the bondage. Oh, she was fun.

“Not yet, sweet,” he murmured, then grazed his teeth along each peak until her pleas turned incoherent.

And he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

“Have any other demands?” he asked, raising his head.

She stared back at him, wide-eyed, and licked her lips. He dipped to taste the moisture her tongue left behind. So delicious. To his surprise, she broke the kiss.

“Touch me.”

He laughed darkly. Yes. She was definitely fun to play with.

“Where?” he teased, trailing one fingertip over the fullest part of her breast to the underside. “Here?”

“No.” She shook her head, tumbling her hair in wild waves over her shoulders. “My pussy.”

It was his turn to widen his eyes. Stowing away his shock—when had a woman ever asked him for exactly what she wanted unless it had involved a number and a carat?—he arched one brow.

“Are you sure you want that?”

She nodded, emphatic.

He dropped his hand to the button of her jeans and held her gaze. “Very sure?”

“Just do it.” She issued the demand from between gritted teeth.

His cock kicked as fluid pumped up his shaft. A warning shot. He’d better get this show on the road or he’d never outlast her. God, did she have any idea what she did to him? The pop of her button registered before he realized he’d tugged the fabric. With great care, just shy of tortuously slow, he pulled the tab of her zipper downward as he skimmed her curves with his other hand.

“You’re goddamned gorgeous,” he said.

No stick-figure caricature, every bit of her one hundred percent real, Georgia fit to his palm as if she’d been made especially for him. Skin smooth like porcelain touched with a rosy hue, her compound curvature reminded him of the prettiest little sloop he’d ever seen. Everything about her represented the perfect woman.

His perfect woman.

The thought made his hand jerk.

“Lie back.” Issuing the demand battened down a surge of unidentifiable emotion.

“Make me,” she said, chin lifted.

He chuckled. Nobody ever pushed back. Except her. He should’ve figured she’d be the same in bed as at work. Fingertips pressed lightly to her sternum, he pushed. She resisted. He flattened his palm and pushed harder. She leaned in and bit his lip. Hard enough to sting, soft enough to arouse.

With a mock growl, he wrapped his arms around her middle and tackled her to the bed. She shrieked and squirmed until he flipped her to her stomach. One knee lightly pressed against her lower back, the other on her right shoulder, he held her down.

“Any time you’re ready to get to the fucking, let me know.” He forced boredom into his voice, when he was anything but.

He skimmed his free hand down her side until it rested on her hip. She shivered. He peeled down her jeans in a slow, sensual reveal. Panties that had ridden up during her struggles framed well-rounded cheeks and clung to the sensual pout of her labia. Heat and musk released from her skin. He groaned, practically able to taste her.

“Can you lift your hips for me, baby?” he asked, tossing her jeans to the floor.

Amazingly, she complied. Her breath came in shuddering gasps. Yet, he hadn’t touched her. She was so primed. So ready, he could see the damp darkening her ice-blue panties. Another surge up his shaft caught him off guard, and he pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, smoothing downward in one hard stroke to calm his arousal.

“Touch me.” This time she whimpered the plea.

He took pity on her, sort of, and released her bra, freeing her hands. Her arms dropped to her sides, but she kept her hips high for him and her cheek pressed to the pillow. Kneeling so he faced her hip, he hooked his left arm under her middle and grasped her waist. His right hand he ran between her shoulder blades, down her spine, between her cheeks, and to her sex. He cupped her heat over her panties, and she moaned. Moisture slicked his fingers through the fabric. She couldn’t be more ready for him.

He rolled her panties to the side and slid one finger between her pussy lips. Her hips jerked, but he held her in place with his arm around her middle. Using two fingers, he opened her, separating her labia. He massaged first one, then the other, between his fingertips. Her sex was so plump it had to be aching. Yet he denied her the one touch he knew she craved.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Inside.” She lifted her hips higher. An invitation. “Please. Inside.”

“My finger?” He teased her, pushing only the tip of his middle finger inside and swirling it around. Stretching her, but judging by her sounds of frustration, not enough. “Are you sure?”

She tried to press back against him, but his arm around her waist held her fast. A sweet keen started in her belly and worked its way through her chest and past her throat. When the sound escaped her mouth, he slid his finger ever so slowly along swollen tissues and into her welcoming heat. Nestled there, he hooked and pulled backward, applying steadily increasing pressure to her G-spot. He released and wiggled, released and wiggled, until her cries took on a high-pitched hum. She tensed and bucked, her walls fluttering in a telltale preamble to her orgasm. Peter applied more pressure and extended his index finger to her clit.

Georgia arched with a shriek. He held her tight and milked every last spasm from her, alternating the stimulation between her clit and pussy. When she finally came down, her sex still pulsed against his hand. Slippery wetness coated his palm as he drew away. Georgia sagged, and he helped her roll gently to her back, where she lay panting. Lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed and hair wild, she looked thoroughly done in. And they were only getting started.

Standing, Peter shucked his jeans and underwear. Georgia’s breasts wobbled in time to her deep breaths. Transfixed, he stared as his longing sharpened. He pictured gathering her breasts in his hands and sliding his cock between the rosy-hued globes. His hand strayed to his cock as he framed the fantasy and lived it out to its logical conclusion in his mind. Pumping himself, he cupped his balls. His hips jerked, and he squeezed none too gently to stay his urge to come.

Lids fluttered open, and Georgia’s languid gaze drifted to his cock. She licked her lips, and he groaned. With her scent clouding his head, he barely managed to think, much less act, with finesse, especially when she wordlessly all but begged him to fuck her mouth. Someday, perhaps, but not now. He wanted their first time to be something more. His hand stilled.

Why did it feel like their first time when it was their second? And did that mean there’d be more?

A telltale warning weighted his stomach, but he ignored the sensation and instead focused on taking a condom from his wallet.

“I’m on the pill,” she said when he turned with the foil packet in his hand.

The idea of sliding into her moist silk with nothing between him and her nearly made him spill. Clenching his teeth, he sucked in several steadying breaths and shook his head.

“No. Never do that,” he said, as much to himself as to her, and ripped open the packet.

Putting on a condom had never been greater torture. Even the constriction of the latex around his cock had him seeing stars. His balls couldn’t take much more abuse, but he squeezed them again. Harder this time.

He approached the bed, and Georgia scooted up against the pillows, her thighs falling open. At some point she’d taken off her panties, and her sex lay bare to him. Silky smooth and glistening, her pussy beckoned. He lowered to his knees on the end of the bed and just stared, drinking in the site of her.

“You’re gorgeous.” He met her eyes and realized he was repeating himself.

She smiled, a soft, fleeting expression that tugged again at the place where his heart should have been. Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he pulled her toward him. Fabric slid beneath her, and her hair trailed behind her. He leaned in and hooked one forearm under her knee to push her thigh up and back, opening her more fully. Feasting on the sight of her, he looked down between them as he fed his cock into her pussy. The wide head stretched her. He paused, letting her get used to his girth. When her abs relaxed and she stopped biting her lower lip, he gave her a little more. She breathed in sharply through her nostrils. Tight and hot, her inner muscles flexed, gripping him in the fist of her sex. He clenched his free hand around the covers as sweat broke out on his brow and back, then trickled toward the base of his spine.

Their eyes met. He held her gaze and pushed home, relishing the aching friction. Hands fluttering to rest above her head, she clutched at the headboard and bore down, seating him deep. He pushed her leg higher and hooked the other over his shoulder, bettering the angle. A few experimental thrusts told him she was ready for a harder ride.

“Hold on,” he said, jaw tight.

She clutched at the covers, and he withdrew before coming home again. Georgia cried out, and her hips jerked. He slowed.

She clutched at him. “Don’t you dare stop!”

Without enough focus to spare for a chuckle, he complied. His pace was frenzied and unhinged. He fucked her with abandon, only stopping when his grip slipped so he could sling her other leg over his shoulder. He lifted her hips in his palms and gripped her tightly enough to leave marks.

Wet sounds, slapping skin, and Georgia’s pussy gripping his cock blurred his vision. Sweat dripped in his eyes and slicked his grip. He adjusted again and again, frantic to get as deep inside her as he could. Her breasts bounced hard in time to his wild rhythm, adding another layer to the hypnotic sex sounds.

Pressure built, running fingers of tension up his tailbone to his spine. His abs tightened and his toes curled, but he held back.
Come on, Georgia, come on
, he willed silently. He rested the heel of his palm against her belly, fingers pointed toward her sex. He sought her clit with his index finger, and he pressed down. Swift circling motions of both his finger and his palm made her hips jerk. She arched. And cried out. A feral grin stretched his face.

That’s my girl, he thought without enough breath to speak. Then he let himself go. Two jerks of his hips and the last spasms of Georgia’s pussy shot his orgasm up his shaft. White heat and electroshock bliss overloaded his senses.

When he woke up, much later, with her warm body spooned against his, he couldn’t remember discarding the condom or exactly how or when he and Georgia had fallen asleep. He seemed to recall her removing his condom and tucking them both in, but he couldn’t be sure. Relaxed and sated, he drifted back to sleep. Morning would come soon enough. Until then, he wanted to enjoy the woman in his arms.

Chapter Fifteen

Humming quietly, Georgia adjusted the coffee tray and tucked the folders under her arm so she could insert the key to Peter’s elevator and thumb the Up button. Juggling. She was forever juggling her life for this man. Usually the idea irritated her, but today it just made her happy. Correction, happier.

She’d awakened to Peter’s lovemaking yesterday morning. He’d nudged into her from behind, ever so gently. Though her sore tissues protested, she’d enjoyed the erotic
good morning
too much to care. Peter made it worth her while too, plucking at her nipples, pulling them to aching points, before dipping his expert fingers to her clit. He’d slung her top leg over his, holding her open, while he languidly slid in and out of her from behind. The wet slurp of her sex would normally have embarrassed her, but yesterday it had been proof of what this man did to her, and what she wanted him to do to her. Again. And again.