Georgia’s POV
Nick’s movents tonight were nothing like our usual rough, reckless sessions. He was slower, yet each deep thrust stole my breath just the sa. It felt as if he was pouring sothing unspoken into , holding so tightly, as though letting go would shatter him.
I could sense it. Sothing was bothering him. But even with that heaviness, he clung to like I was the only anchor he had left.
"Nick," I gasped, rolling my hips against him, desperate for more. "Move faster—I want you harder."
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, but his pace didn’t change. "Ahh, my baby’s so impatient," he teased, lips brushing mine. "If I fuck you faster, I’ll co too soon. And I don’t want to. I want to savor this mont with you."
My heart stuttered at his words. "You talk like you’re leaving ," I whispered, searching his eyes. Then, refusing to let him control everything, I bucked my hips. "Fine—if you won’t fuck the way I want, let get on top and do it myself."
His grin was wicked, his kiss rough. "So greedy... so fucking horny. Don’t regret asking for it, Georgia."
And then—Gods—he snapped his hips faster, harder, burying himself inside with punishing thrusts.
"Ahhh! Nick!" I cried out, clutching the sheets as he fucked rcilessly. "Feels so... so good—don’t stop!"
"You love this?" he growled, biting my shoulder.
"Yes, baby—more—please—don’t stop!" I was begging shalessly, not just for my body’s hunger, but because I wanted him to drown whatever was haunting him in .
I want him to forget whatever it is that’s consuming him, even if it’s just for tonight.
"I’m close," he gritted out. "Hold your legs for —I’m gonna make you co first."
My pulse raced as I obeyed, pulling my legs tight to my chest. He sat up, one hand squeezing my breast, the other pressing down hard against my swollen clit, rubbing fast, rough circles that had screaming.
"Fuck—Nick!" My moans tore through the room, every nerve set ablaze as his hips slamd into in perfect sync with his hand.
My climax ripped through violently—I convulsed, crying out as my release gushed, my pussy fluttering and clenching around him, soaking us both.
He didn’t stop, driving into until his own release broke. With a deep groan, he spilled hot on top of before collapsing against my side, both of us panting, trembling, spent.
"Give a second," he rasped against my ear. "I’ll grab you a wet towel to wipe that up."
I brushed my lips against his jaw, still breathless. "No need. Let’s just shower together." My fingers traced his chest, my voice low but eager. "Are you staying tonight... or going ho?"
"I’m staying," Nick murmured, his voice deep and steady. "I’ll just swing by the penthouse tomorrow before work."
Before I could say anything else, he stood and swept into his arms.
"Nick," I protested with a half-smile, pressing against his chest. "Put down—I can walk."
He only tightened his hold as he strode toward the bathroom. "No need, baby. We’re almost there."
The warm spray of the shower wrapped around us, our bodies sliding against each other as quickly as we cleaned up—though every brush of his hand against my skin made ache to forget about washing altogether. Still, he kept it brief, as if he had too many thoughts weighing on him tonight.
Back in bed, the silence stretched between us. I lay against him, my arm draped across his chest, using his strong arm as my pillow. The steady rise and fall of his breathing was comforting, but sothing about it was heavier than usual.
"What’s on your mind?" I finally asked, tilting my head to look at him. His silence was rare—and unsettling.
"Nothing much," he said after a pause, his tone low. "Just... the company, my family, you..."
I traced slow circles on his chest. "Don’t worry about . I’m not going anywhere, Nick. You’ll always find in the office or at ho, waiting for you."
He turned his head, his lips brushing my hair. "I know. But I worry that with everything on my plate, I’ll end up not giving you enough... that it’ll seem like I’m ignoring you." His voice dipped lower, threaded with tension.
"The company’s expecting everything from . My father, the board, the employees. I know how to lead people, Georgia—but running a company isn’t the sa as commanding a ship. And the last thing I want is to disappoint him again."
Hearing that, I felt the knot in my own chest tighten. I understood him too well—because deep down, I carried the sa weight, the sa fear of failing expectations.
"I’ll be here, waiting for you—always—when tis get hard," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.
Nick smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Really? You’ll always be there when I get hard?"
I gasped and pinched his side, making him laugh. "Tis, Nick! I ant your situation, not your dick."
"Mm, I know," he teased, before rolling onto his side and pulling flush against him, both arms circling in a cage of warmth and strength. His embrace felt like a claim, possessive, unrelenting, as if he wanted to fuse to him.
"Even if we’re both busy," he murmured against my hair, "promise you’ll keep bothering . Any ti of the day. Even if I don’t reply right away... just keep sending things. ssages. Anything. Just... don’t stop."
A nervous laugh slipped out of , though my chest tightened. "You’re scaring . Why do you sound like you’re going away? Nick, are you?"
He tightened his hold until I could feel his heartbeat pounding against my breast. "I’m not. But stepping into the company won’t be easy. And for people who hate , this is bad news—they’ll try everything to drag down. But as long as you’re by my side..." his voice broke lower, rougher, "...you give strength, Georgia. Strength to fight everything."
His words made my heart ache with a bittersweet mix of worry and overwhelming love. On the surface, he wore bravery and charm like armor—but I could feel it in the way he clung to , in the heaviness beneath his voice. This decision he made... it wasn’t light. It was crushing him inside.
And all I wanted in that mont was to make him forget every burden and rember only .
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