Georgia’s POV
"The cream on the crepe will lt. And I’m starving. You drained last night—do you even realize that?" I muttered, quickly sliding off his lap before he could trap again.
I sat cross-legged in front of him, grabbed the plate, forked a piece of crepe, and shoved it into his mouth before feeding myself the next bite.
Nick’s low chuckle sent heat crawling down my spine. I am actually thinking of his suggestion, I kind of want it too.
His eyes glittered with that wicked playfulness as he leaned back against the headboard. "Then how about after we eat, hmm? Deal?"
"God, you’re relentless." I rolled my eyes, though my pulse was betraying , pounding in my throat as I took another bite just to keep myself from gasping at the way he looked at .
He leaned forward suddenly, his hands sliding onto my hips, tugging closer until the fork almost slipped from my fingers. His voice dropped into that dark, dangerous tone that always made my body betray . "Please, baby? It’s my birthday. I want you. If I had it my way, I’d be buried inside you the entire day and night. Should I cancel the celebration just to make that happen?"
My jaw dropped. "Are you insane?!" I smacked a pillow against his shoulder and arm, which only made him laugh, deep and shaless. "Your mom has probably been waiting for this day for weeks! She’s probably got a whole feast ready. And you want to cancel it just to..." My cheeks burned. "...just to be inside ?! No way. Not happening. Eat your damn breakfast so we can shower and leave. Let’s do that so other ti."
Nick bit down on the fork as I fed him another bite, smirking like he already knew he’d won sothing I hadn’t realized I’d promised.
"Fine," he said smoothly, licking the cream from his lip in the most indecent way possible. "But I’ll hold you to that. You promised we’ll have a whole day AND night, just for us. No distractions. So other ti..."
That deadly, mischievous smirk curved his mouth, and I swore my stomach flipped. He was plotting sothing; I could see it in his eyes. And knowing Nick... it was definitely one of his dirty fantasies.
While we were still finishing breakfast, Nick’s driver arrived with his car—and the bag of clothes I’d asked Wendy to pack from my house last night. I knew we wouldn’t have ti to stop by this morning, not with how far his mom’s place was. Everything was falling into place... or so I thought.
Inside the shower, I hurried. I lathered shampoo through my hair, scrubbed hard, and soaped my body as quickly as I could. I knew if I didn’t move fast, Nick would pull sothing reckless and we’d end up late to his own birthday celebration.
To my surprise, he kept his distance. He washed himself quietly, not a single teasing move, not even a smirk thrown my way. For a second, I thought I was safe.
I should’ve known better... What was I thinking?
The second I reached for the towel, his hand closed firmly around my wrist. I gasped, spinning back to him as he towered over , water cascading down his sculpted chest, his eyes burning with that dangerous hunger.
"Where do you think you’re going, my fiancée?" His voice was low and filled with fire.
"Nick, we can’t," I whispered, already breathless. "I still need to dry my hair, put on makeup—I have to cover the marks and these damn eye bags you gave last night." My protest sounded weak even to my own ears, especially with his body so close to mine.
He only grinned, devilishly. "Don’t worry. I’m the birthday boy. I’m allowed to be late."
Before I could react, his hand slid to the back of my head, pulling in as his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss was raw, torrid—so sudden, so overwhelming I almost forgot how to breathe.
When he finally broke away, it was only for a mont to allow to breathe, but he didn’t give much ti to recover. His lips devoured mine again, deeper, harder, forcing backward until my bum collided with the cold tiled wall.
Damn him. The intensity of his kiss alone had lting, heat pooling low between my legs. My body betrayed , answering his hunger with a wetness that made my knees tremble.
I said we shouldn’t. I swore I’d resist. But my body was already screaming for more.
When his lips finally tore away from mine, I gasped for air—my chest heaving, my body trembling. But before I could even process what was happening, his mouth was already on my breasts.
"Nick..." I moaned, my voice breaking as heat surged through .
His hands were relentless, kneading and squeezing, his tongue swirling over one hardened peak while his other hand pinched the other with just enough force to make arch against him. He gave equal attention to both, licking, sucking, devouring while.
Then he moved lower. My stomach tightened with anticipation, my breath hitching as he trailed his tongue down my damp skin. His touch was anything but gentle—hungry, commanding, intense.
The mont his tongue flicked across my slit, my hand flew to his head, fingers tangling in his wet hair, while the other clutched the slippery wall of the shower for balance.
"Ahh... My God, Nick!" I cried out, my voice echoing against the tiles.
His tongue parted my folds without rcy, stroking deep before finding my clit. And when it did—God help —he licked ravenously, sucking hard until sparks exploded behind my eyelids.
Every lick, every pull of his mouth destroyed my composure, my body arching, hips bucking toward him, begging for more. My knees nearly gave out, trembling under the weight of pleasure so intense it made forget everything else.
And in that mont, nothing else mattered. Not the ti. Not the celebration waiting for us. All I wanted, all I needed, was this man. My man. The one I loved.
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