Chapter 244: I Want It (2)
Georgia’s POV
It almost makes me laugh how Nick keeps pretending he’s focused on his laptop, when I can clearly see the hard outline straining against his pants. He’s fighting it, fighting me, but the tension between us is already sizzling like fire ready to consume.
The whole day had been a storm; it was chaotic, and the weight of everything pressed down on us. I know how much he’s carrying, how hard he’s pushing to get me justice from Nancy and Raymond.
I promised to help him find the real killer of my brother, and yet here I am, leaning on him, depending on him for everything. I want to give him something back tonight. I want us both to drown out the world, even just for a little while.
So, I do the one thing I know he won’t resist. I drop the towel. It slides from my body, leaving me bare in front of him. I took his hands, firm and warm, and pressed them against my breasts, arching into his palms. My silent permission. My shameless invitation.
Nick’s eyes darkened instantly, heat swirling in their depths. He swallowed hard, still clinging to hesitation, but then I felt it. His thumbs and fingers pinched my nipples, rolling them, tugging just enough to send a jolt straight between my thighs.
My breath hitches. My body ignites with every flick of his fingers, nipples tightening under his touch. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my lip, fighting back a moan as wetness pools hot and heavy inside me. My chest rises and falls faster, my need dripping out of me in waves I can’t control.
When I dared to look back at him, his lips were curled into a dangerous smirk, his hunger written all over his face.
"You said you want this?" His voice is deep and hoarse.
A wicked smile spread across my lips as I leaned closer. "Yes," I whisper, my words filled with lustful desires. "Unless you’d rather finish work first... I can wait."
But the way my body trembles, begging for him, says I can’t. I want it at this moment, I want him now.
Nick’s hands slid off my breasts and gripped my waist instead, his touch heavy and possessive while he glanced at his laptop. "I still need to finish replying to the emails," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "but... I need this more. I need you..."
Before I could breathe, his fingers flew across the armrest controls, pushing the buttons down with a sharp click. The armrest reclined, and he caught me by the hips, dragging me onto his lap in one swift pull until I was straddling him.
His lips hovered over mine, his breath hot, his eyes blazing. "I didn’t want to do this tonight," he said. "Seeing you so heartbroken earlier... it killed me. I thought you needed rest. But if sleep won’t come, then I’ll fuck you hard until you pass out, so you’ll get the rest you need."
Then his mouth crashed down on mine, a hard, hungry kiss that devoured the air from my lungs. One arm locked me against his chest while his other hand came up to my breast, kneading it with a rough, desperate grip that made my back arch into him.
His tongue slid against mine, his kisses deep, wet, and unforgiving. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while my other hand fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against the thick length straining beneath me.
"You really are horny, huh?" Nick’s voice was a filthy growl against my lips.
"I am..." I gasped between kisses. "Watching you so focused on your laptop made me want to steal your attention."
"Getting jealous, are we?" he teased, smirking against my mouth. With one hand still gripping my ass, he reached past me, snapping the laptop shut and sliding it into the drawer without looking.
I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see him shove the drawer closed. When I turned back, his eyes were on me again—dark, heavy, and all mine.
His hands slid down to cup my ass firmly, fingers digging in as he stood up in one smooth motion, holding me against him like I weighed nothing. "Well," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, "don’t be jealous anymore... because now you have my full attention."
Nick lifted me effortlessly onto his desk. He sat back in his chair, spreading my legs with a deliberate slowness that made my pulse hammer in my chest.
His lips and nose traced a searing path along the inside of my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Each kiss was torturous—soft, lingering, teasing me closer to the edge of madness.
"You smell so fucking good..." he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin. He tugged me closer to the edge of the desk, spreading me wide open for him. His eyes burned into mine as his lips curled into a sinful smirk. "But I know you taste even better."
And then—he buried his face between my thighs.
The first hot stroke of his tongue against my slick folds made me cry out, my back arching as pleasure ripped through me. The warm, wet drag of his tongue over my clit sent shocks of electricity up my spine, stealing my breath.
Shame vanished instantly. I leaned back on my elbows, my body trembling, my eyes locked on him as he devoured me with ruthless hunger.
His tongue worked me in steady, sinful strokes, alternating between lapping and sucking until my hips rolled helplessly against his mouth. His gaze never left mine, those dark eyes blazing with raw possession, as if he owned every gasp and every moan spilling out of me.
His hands reached up, seizing my breasts, his thumbs circling and pinching my nipples while his mouth stayed relentless on my clit. My whole body was on fire, my skin hypersensitive, every nerve lit alive under his touch.
"Nick..." I gasped, my voice trembling, half a plea, half a cry, my legs quivering around his shoulders as the pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter.
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Kris_K16