Текст книги "Unlawful Desire "

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When my mouth left her body, she whimpered and blinked through her lust-induced haze. I shook my head as a warning and positioned myself in front of her. Before I slid my fingers back inside her, I pushed down on her pelvis and inched them inside her slowly.

“Oh,” she moaned, feeling the difference.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” I said, seating my fingers fully inside her. I knew it could be overwhelming. Even though she boasted that she wasn’t new to foreplay, not all women could handle a real finger-fuck.

She looked up at me and blinked a few times before nodding. I added another finger, needing to fill her and make her feel everything my fingers were doing inside her.

After thrusting them in and out of her a few times, I added a twist, moving my wrist back and forth with my fingers.

Her knees pushed on my sides, holding me in place while I banged her with my hand, wishing like fuck it was my dick inside her. I pulled out slowly, thrusting back in with more determination with each stroke.

When her ass started to rise and she began the familiar chase of my fingers, wanting more than she was getting, I added a curl. Positioning the tips of my fingers against her G-spot, applying more pressure to her pelvis, and holding her down against the bed.

I mimicked the motion of my hands with my crotch and drove inside of her until she shattered. Shaking on the bed, gasping for air, and screaming my name over and over again. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing I’d done it to her.

My eyes couldn’t leave her. Seeing her in pieces before me was the best high I’d ever have in my entire life. Seeing her limp and exhausted may have backfired. She was spent and I’d done it.

“Gimme a minute,” she whispered, throwing her arm over her face and gasping for air. “Just a minute.”

I collapsed on the bed next to her and stared up at the ceiling. My curse with her would be to have forever-wood. It never softened, permanently rock hard and painful. For some unknown reason, even though we didn’t fuck, I needed to give her the best damn orgasms of her life.

I’m sure Brent the Bland didn’t finger-fuck her the way I had. He couldn’t. She wouldn’t talk about him and his dullness if he had. The problem with my need to overplease her was that she came so hard she was literally spent. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something, anything, to make my boner go down.

Before I let my mind go dark, the bed dipped and Georgia rolled to my side. “Hey,” she whispered and palmed my dick through my jeans. She kissed my neck and stroked my length. “I wouldn’t leave you like this.” The warmth of her hand felt so amazing I didn’t want her to ever stop touching me.

“Thank God,” I said and laughed. “I think you better put it in your mouth before I come in my pants.”

“I thought you were more of a man than that.”

I smiled and pulled her face to mine. “G, I am a man. But tasting your pussy and listening to you come drove me so close to the edge, I didn’t think I’d ever recover. If you don’t put my dick in your mouth quick, I’m going to die.”

“Technically, no one has ever died from blue balls.”

I raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You risking a chance for me to be the first?”

Her eyes roamed my face while she squeezed my dick roughly. “Well, I wouldn’t want that. Who would make me come the way you do?”

“Good answer.” I pulled her face down, letting her lips almost touch mine. “Wrap those beautiful red lips around my dick and make me come, baby.”

Her warm breath skidded across my skin. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than lick—” she stuck her tongue out and ran it over my top lip “—your cock.”

My eyes rolled back slightly before I recovered. Just as I was about to push her down my body like she had me, she scooted down the bed and started to undo my jeans. Sweet Jesus, I needed this. I feared I wouldn’t even be able to walk out of her place if I didn’t find relief and fast.

I put my hands behind my back, watching her as she worked the zipper and opened my jeans. Instantly, my dick sprang out and searched for her mouth. She smiled and her eyes followed its movement until it stopped.

“Don’t watch,” she whispered and wrapped her hand around the shaft. “Close your eyes, lie back, and enjoy.”

I wanted to argue because watching was half the fun. Seeing a woman with her lips wrapped around my dick, taking all I had to offer, was one of the sexiest things ever. Right now, the way I needed to come, wasn’t a time to argue.

Without protesting, I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. Her hands, piled on top of each other, moved up and down my shaft. Hitting my piercing along the way, which caused me to twitch before groaning.

“Babe.” My voice held both a warning and a plea as I looked down my body.

“I didn’t tell you how to finger me, don’t tell me how to suck your dick.”

“I haven’t felt your mouth on me yet.”

“Keep it up and you won’t,” she shot back and stilled her hand.

“Fuck, I’m dying here,” I whined and closed my eyes.

Her hands moved again, stroking my length, squeezing the tip and striking the sensitive spot underneath. I moaned and waited for the moment. The very second when her mouth would—

Damn.

The feel of her warm, soft lips clamped around me felt like heaven. She worked my dick with her hands and mouth, trying to take my entire length to the back of her throat. Her hands twisted to the right with each upstroke and to the left with the down, over and over again.

My body tightened.

It was too soon.

I didn’t want to come.

I could feel it.

I wasn’t ready for it to be over.

Her tongue swirled around the tip and massaged the very spot, the one that would send me over the edge faster than anything. My breathing faltered and my muscles began to spasm. This was it. I couldn’t stop it.

Being with Georgia had brought me here. Ready to come too soon and overly excited it happened. The orgasm ripped through my system. Every muscle in my body twitched as I rode the wave. It crashed over me, pulling me under while she sucked my cock like a greedy lover.

The only thing that told me I was still alive was my heart pounding inside my chest. I could hear it. It thumped erratically, slamming against my insides as I gasped for air.

Her lips moved slowly up, firmly wrapped around my cock, sliding off my tip and taking everything I had with her.

I opened my eyes and watched her swallow it down without a sound. The smile on her face, the satisfaction it gave her, warmed my insides.

“I’m sorry,” I said, wishing I’d been able to hold out longer.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, part of her tit hanging out of her dress. “For what?”

I pushed myself up and rested on my elbow. “For coming so soon.”

Her head tipped back and she laughed. “Oh, Frisco,” she said, stretching out next to me and placing her hand on my chest. “It’s flattering.”

My chest tightened at her words. “It is?”

“I know this is all new to you.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Blow jobs aren’t new to me, G.”

She slapped my chest and giggled. “I mean messing around without fucking, asshole.”

“Ahhh.” I laughed. “I just want you to know I’m not always like this.” Honestly, what the fuck was I saying? I sounded like a total tool.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Come here.” I pulled her on top of me, and she settled against my half-hardened cock. Bad idea on my part, but I never claimed to think clearly when it came to Georgia.

“Oh.” Her eyes dipped down to where our bodies connected and she blushed. “We can’t.”

“I know. I just wanted to kiss you,” I lied. Really, I wanted to fuck her brains out, but I wouldn’t do it. Not without her permission and earning it as she had said earlier.

Wait.

Hold up.

I stared up at her, into her dark, warm eyes and really looked at her. Even though her age was something I didn’t think I could get past, the woman straddling me with a pink postorgasm sheen on her face wasn’t a girl. Georgia was a woman and one that I didn’t want to think about being with anyone else but me.

My stomach knotted, feeling the same way it had the last time I’d been punched in the gut. The thought of Georgia having sex with anyone else pissed me off. But she wasn’t mine. I didn’t have any right to feel jealousy or anger, but I did.

“That was amazing,” I told her before pulling her face to mine and kissing her gently.

“Yeah,” she said and pushed herself off my body before settling at my side. “I can’t sit like that. You’re too tempting, Frisco.”

“I wouldn’t make you do something you didn’t want, babe.”

“I know,” she whispered and rested her head on my chest. “I’m more worried that I’ll do something before I’m ready. It’s not you that’ll make me do it when it happens.” She pushed her cheek against my pec, burrowing deeper into my side. “I know that we’re not a couple, but I don’t want to fool around with anyone else.”

The knots evaporated and I felt like a weight had been lifted. “I don’t want to be with anyone else either,” I admitted before closing my eyes.

My mind started to wander as we lay there together—her with her dress all cockeyed and me with my dick still hanging out of my pants.

“Frisco,” she whispered and slid her hand underneath my shirt.

I opened my eyes, peering down at her. “Yeah?”

Her forehead crinkled, and the worry of what she was about to ask was written all over her face. “Do you like me?”

“Of course I do.”

“You made it seem like you didn’t.”

“I’m just an asshole sometimes, babe.”

Her hand stilled against my stomach, splaying out against my skin. “I’ll agree with that. But do you like me, or did you only want to fuck me?” She looked across the room, breaking eye contact.

I pulled myself up, taking her with me. I adjusted myself so that I could see her face and pushed my cock back inside my jeans. “Georgia, look at me.”

It took her a moment before she dragged her eyes to mine. She gnawed on her lip as she blinked slowly.

I grabbed her hand, gently rubbing the top with my fingers. “I like you. I’ve always liked you.” I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat. I couldn’t believe I was about to admit my feelings for her. “I liked you from the moment I saw you. Fuck, you gave me wood the first time you smiled at me.”

“Then why didn’t you want to see me? You made it quite clear you didn’t want me around.”

“You were too tempting to be around.”

Her head snapped back and she frowned. “What’s that mean?”

“You’re younger than me, and for that simple fact, I told myself you were off-limits.” I winced.

“But it’s just a number.” She blinked rapidly.

“I know. But you deserve more than I can offer.”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?”

“Yeah.” I laughed, giving her hand a squeeze. “To be honest, I wanted you so badly I made myself crazy. Sunshine and City think we should be together, and they made sure to throw us together as much as possible.”

“I know.” A smile spread across her face. “I told her I thought you were hot.”

I straightened my back, sitting up a little more confidently. “You think I’m hot?”

She waved her hand in between us. “Look at you. You’re sexy as hell. You have this Keanu Reeves thing happening, but when he was sexy, not the Keanu of today. But not the pussy version of him either.” She rambled as her cheeks turned pink.

“Thanks, I think.”

“Keanu never had the muscles like you do, but you know. There’s a look you have that I dig.”

“So you want me for my looks, body, and cock?”

“I would say yes, but it would be a lie.”

I started to laugh. “So you don’t want me?”

“Fuck. Stop. You’re confusing me. I do want you. I think you’re sweet.”

“I’m sweet,” I repeated before blowing out a breath. “I don’t know many people who have said that about me.”

“Suzy does.”

“Suzy likes everyone.”

“Fuck no, she doesn’t.”

“No?”

“She told me to stay away from Bear and Tank, but that you were the one I should set my heart on. She said you were one of the best guys she knows.”

“Really?” My mouth dropped open.

She pulled at her bottom lip with her fingers. “Yeah.”

“But to answer your original question, I like you, Georgia. I like you more than I want to.”

Her eyebrows shot up, almost touching her hairline. “You do?”

“Look at you. You’re beautiful, smart, sexy, have a killer body, amazing tits, an untouched pussy.”

“It’s been touched now.” She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Yes, it has.” I chuckled, bringing her hand to my lips and placing a kiss against her skin. “What man wouldn’t want you?”

“My ex-fiancé, obviously.” She shrugged.

“Oh, please. He’s a bastard. Listen, my fiancée cheated on me too.”

She gasped and her eyes widened. “She did?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and placed our hands between us. “It happens sometimes. We give our heart to someone who isn’t worthy, and they stomp all over it like it’s a piece of trash. We both deserve better.”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Here was my defining moment. Georgia liked me. I couldn’t get enough of her. Could I take the big leap and ask her something I swore I never would? The thought of Georgia being with anyone else made my blood instantly boil. The only way to stop that from happening was to ask her a very important question.

“Georgia,” I whispered, swallowing the dryness that had settled in my mouth before touching her cheek. “Will you be mine?”

Her mouth dropped open before it snapped shut. “Like yours yours?”

“Well, yeah.” I brushed my thumb against her lip.

“Why?”

“That wasn’t the response I thought I’d get,” I mumbled before holding her face in my hands.

She laughed softly and kissed the tip of my thumb that rested near her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“The thought of you being with someone else makes me jealous, Georgia. I love being with you. If I were being totally honest, you make me happy. I want you to be mine and only mine. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

A smile pulled at her lips. “I like that.”

My heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it, and I was sure she did too. “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

“Thank Christ,” I muttered and closed my eyes.

“Frisco?”

I peeled open one eye and peeked at her. “Yeah?”

“What’s your last name?”

“Why?” I full-on stared. She’d laugh. I knew she’d laugh.

“Because—” she swallowed, glancing up at the ceiling“I want to change my status on Facebook, and I need to know your name for it.”

“I don’t use Facebook.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Never been my thing.”

“We have to change that.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Fine,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “What’s your last name, though?

“Jones,” I said and held my breath.

My entire life I’d heard bullshit when people heard my name—Frisco Jones. My mom had been, still was to this day, a huge General Hospital freak. When Frisco and Felicia were a couple, she went on and on about them as if they were her friends. Lucky for me, they were the big couple when I was born. My mom couldn’t resist naming me after her favorite soap opera character. The only thing I had going for me was that Georgia was most likely too young to even know who the hell they were. I always went by my middle name, Frank, when I worked. My business cards even said Frank Jones.

I had become good at telling the bullshit story of Frisco being a nickname, which it was, but Frank most certainly wasn’t my legal first name.

“Can I be Felicia?” the smartass asked.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered before I cracked the fuck up. “You’re a ballbuster, G.”

“Your ballbuster.” She winked and kissed the back of my hand.

“Mine.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, sealing the bond.

I didn’t know what made me spill my guts like a pussy.

Georgia had my mind playing tricks on me.

When I feel asleep that night, I had gained a girlfriend and lost my heart.

Chapter 10

The Aftermath

I didn’t have to reach out to feel if Georgia was next to me; my nose told me she wasn’t there. The smell of bacon woke me.

Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and stretched my legs. I lay there and studied her room. Bookshelves lined the room, just about two feet below the ceiling, filled with paperbacks. I expected her to have books since she was a librarian, but the quantity surprised me.

The walls were a dark gray with stark white trim. White curtains flowed down and pooled on the hardwood. There wasn’t a dresser or any other furniture in the room besides the bed. My bedroom looked like a haphazard mess compared to the neatness of her room.

“Hey.” She peeked her head in the door. “You’re awake.”

“I am.” I stretched, taking the sheet off with my foot. “Are you okay?”

“I couldn’t be better. Happy to see me?” Her cheeks flushed when she laughed.

I grinned, looking at her around my morning wood. “I am. You want to help me out with this?” I grabbed my cock and stroked it.

“I would.” She glanced toward the kitchen before she stepped into the room with her eyes glued to my dick. “But the food is almost done, and I don’t want it to burn.”

I squeezed my dick. “What if I said I only wanted you for breakfast?”

She crawled onto the bed, climbing up my body like a cat. She batted away my hand when she came eye to eye with my dick. “I’d say you can have me for dessert.”

I grabbed her arms and pulled her up my body, sliding her across my hardness. “I’m greedy. I want it now.”

“But I have bacon,” she argued with a giggle.

“I’m craving your sweetness, not bacon.”

“But bacon is the greatest food ever invented.”

“I beg to differ. You haven’t tasted your pussy.”

She placed her hands on my chest and lifted herself. “Frisco, come on. I made you a big breakfast. I need you to have enough energy for today.”

I grinned and thought that whatever she had planned I would happily go along with. “What do you have in mind?”

She startled me and squirmed, causing my dick to throb. “Well…”

I closed my eyes and grabbed her waist, stilling her. “You can’t do that.”

She giggled, which made her body shake again and made everything worse. “Sorry,” she whispered, and laughed more.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, pushing her down my body and letting my cock spring free.

She glanced down and licked her lips. “I’m not telling you what we’re doing today until you get out of bed.”

I sat up and she pulled at my arms. “I’m up.”

She looked down just as my cock touched her stomach. “I can see that.”

I flexed my dick, having it twitch against her skin. “You do this to me.”

“Up you go.”

I glanced down and waggled my eyebrows. “I am.”

She rolled her eyes. “I need food.”

“Let’s get up,” I told her, pulling my legs out from under her and rolling off the side of the bed.

“The bacon’s probably burned by now,” she said, climbing off the bed behind me.

I grabbed my boxers off the floor and started to put them on as I watched her. “I like it well done.”

“How do you want your eggs?” She walked toward the door in her black silk nightie.

“Scrambled eggs are fine, but any way you want to make them.” I headed toward her bathroom, needing to clean up and wash my mouth out. “I’ll be right out.”

“Sure. Make yourself at home. There’s an extra toothbrush on the counter for you,” she told me after she walked into the hall.

“Thanks,” I yelled before closing the bathroom door. I hurried, not wanting to risk ruining breakfast.

I walked into the kitchen just as she set the bacon on the table. “Smells amazing in here.”

She glanced up at me. “It’s the bacon.”

I stepped toward the stove and paused. “Do you want me to finish the eggs?”

“I’d love that. I’ll finish setting the table while you do that.”

I grabbed the spatula sitting next to the stove and began to fold the eggs. “I don’t think anyone has ever cooked me breakfast besides my mom.”

She stopped as she reached for the plate and looked over at me. “Seriously?” Tiny creases formed across her forehead.

“Seriously.” I studied her face.

Morning Georgia was more beautiful than the glammed-up woman I’d grown fond of. “Hey, Georgia,” I said, using my free hand to rub the back of my neck.

“Yeah?” She pulled two plates out of the cupboard.

“Don’t take this wrong, but you look more beautiful this morning than I’ve ever seen you.”

She pursed her lips. “Without my makeup?”

I grinned and let my eyes roam around her face. “You’re always beautiful, but without the makeup, you’re spectacular.”

“Oh, you like the plain Janes.”

“No, I like seeing the real woman behind the eyeliner and lipstick.”

She set the plates on the counter next to me and folded her arms in front of her. “I feel naked without it sometimes.”

I turned my attention back to the eggs, not wanting to ruin them. “Feel free to be naked around me anytime.”

She slapped me on the arm and laughed. “You’re a perv.”

“I’m a man. I can’t help that I love your body without anything masking its beauty.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “You’re really a great guy.”

“I’m not; you just think I am.”

“You are,” she argued, slapping my ass.

I folded the eggs one last time before turning off the burner and removing the pan. “I’m an asshole.”

“Nope. I won’t believe it.”

“So, what are we doing today?” I grabbed the plates, separating them before scooping the eggs equally between the two.

She carried the plates to the table and set them down. “It involves very little clothing.”

I rubbed my hands together as I sat. “Sounds right up my alley.”

She sat down and smirked. “You game for anything?”

I nodded vigorously as I grabbed a slice of bacon from the table. “How can anything with very little clothes be bad?”

She giggled when she picked up her fork and stabbed at her eggs. “How do you feel about water?”

Just as I was about to place the bacon in my mouth, I froze. “Water? I hope you mean a bath.”

She shook her head. “Not a bath,” she said before shoveling a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

I leaned back in my chair, dropping the bacon onto my plate. “What, then?”

She mimicked my actions, dropping her bacon on her plate and crossing her arms. “Canoeing.”

My head fell forward and I put my hands up. “Cah-what?”

“Canoeing. Y’know.” She pretended to paddle through the water.

I closed my eyes and tried not to smile. “That wasn’t exactly how I imagined our day.”

She leaned over the table and pushed my plate toward me. “But eat quick. We have to leave soon.”

“Hold up,” I said, grabbing the piece of bacon I’d dropped earlier. “Where are we canoeing? In the Gulf?”

Grabbing her fork, she gawked at me. “Scared of sharks or something?”

My head jerked back. “I’m not scared of sharks, babe.”

She laughed. “Everyone is scared of sharks. No, I want to go up to Weeki Wachee and canoe in the river.”

I chewed slowly, thinking about the rivers up north and what lived inside. “Aren’t there alligators?”

She slathered the eggs on a slice of buttered toast. “Hey, tough guy. Nothing will eat you.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered with a mouthful of eggs.

She tossed a piece of bacon at me. “The water is too cold for alligators, sissy.”

I glanced down, picking up the sliver as it bounced on the table. “I’m in. But you’re wearing a bikini.”

“Deal.”

***

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” I huffed out, trying to stop the canoe from careening into the riverbank without Georgia’s help.

She laughed, sitting with her chin resting in her palm. “It’s so beautiful, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I glanced around and admired the creativity of Mother Nature.

The river hadn’t been what I’d expected. The lushness of it with the treetop canopies and crystal-clear water shocked me. Even the temperature of it when we climbed into the canoe had me thinking twice. She left out of the part about it being a constant seventy degrees throughout the year.

Lucky for us, the river was empty. Very few people lined the shores, and no one passed us as we meandered downstream.

“Pull off to the side up here.” She pointed to a clearing on the right side.

“Why?” I asked, trying to get the canoe to go in that direction.

She peered over her shoulder, giving me a sinful smile. “I want to show you something.”

My stomach did that weird flop thing again. “Okay,” I said through gritted teeth as I fought the current to get to the spot before we passed by.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I have no doubts.” I chuckled, paddling furiously to push up on the sandy shore.

She clapped and cheered as she stepped out of the canoe. “Good job, Frisco.”

I wiped my brow with the back of my hand before tossing the oar to the bottom of the metal canoe. “Anytime, babe.”

I needed to cool off. Even though much of the trip had been shady, the humidity was unbearable. I stepped into the water, skipping the direct route to shore, and sank down.

“Ahh.” I closed my eyes and basked in the cold, clear water.

“Alligator!” Georgia screamed, pointing behind me with wide eyes.

I turned around quickly, searching in the water as I started to run backward toward shore. “Where!” I yelled, thrashing as I walked. My heart was about to burst out of my chest. If the alligator didn’t get me, I might have a heart attack first.

She doubled over, laughing hysterically. “I’m totally kidding,” she said, slapping her leg.

I froze. “Georgia,” I said, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.

She started to sway and her laughter grew louder. “You should’ve seen your face.”

I stepped out of the water and headed straight for her. Grabbing her above the knees, I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder.

“Hey!” she screamed, kicking her feet and slapping my ass.

I swatted her ass cheek. “You’re getting payback.”

“Can’t I blow you?” she asked, smacking my ass again.

That earned her two quick swats. “After.”

“But it’s cold!” she screamed as I walked into the water and fell forward, taking us both underwater.

She kicked away from me and I let her go. When she surfaced, she looked pissed as hell with her hair in disarray and water cascading down her face. “I’m so fucking getting you for this.”

“Fuck me to death,” I told her, wiping the water out of my eyes.

She fisted her hands at her sides, standing there like a drenched cat. “You aren’t getting pussy for a long, long time.”

“You think so?” I challenged her, taking a step toward her.

“Oh. I know so.” She spat out the water drops that trickled into her mouth. “I think I taste manatee pee. Ugh.”

I reached out, pushing the hair away from her face before wiping away the water dripping off her chin. “Jokes aren’t always funny when they’re on you, are they?”

She blew the water off her lips. “You’re a dick.”

“I know.” I leaned forward and kissed her. She came closer, melting into my touch.

“What did you want to show me?” I asked after I broke the kiss and our lips were still touching.

“Forget it now,” she whispered, grabbing my arms.

“Oh, no. There was a reason. Spill it.”

“Well,” she said, shifting from foot to foot as her body began to shiver, “I was going to take you back there.” She pointed behind her to the brush. “And I was going to suck your cock.”

I glanced toward the secluded spot and checked our surroundings. “You still can.”

She shook her head and laughed. “No fucking way, buddy. Not after you threw me in the water.”

“Please?” I pulled her against my chest. “You scared the crap out of me. You deserved it, G.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

I nodded, giving her puppy-dog eyes. “I almost had a heart attack. You can’t do that shit to me. I’m too old to be scared.”

She slapped my arm, the water making the contact sound much louder. “You’re so full of shit, Frisco.”

“But you can still suck my cock.”

She started to stomp through the water, creating ripples across the surface. “Get your ass back in the canoe, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll do it later.”

“But wait—” I said, following behind her toward the canoe.

“Nope. That ship has sailed.” She climbed inside and grabbed the oar she’d ignored all day.

“My dick says otherwise.”

She chuckled. “We have to be to the dock in an hour. Your cock will have to wait.”

“Fuck me,” I mumbled, sticking one leg inside the canoe.

I realized that Georgia had the perfect mixture of sassy and playful. Everything seemed to roll off her back. Even though I knew I could be a ballbuster, she gave it better than I ever had.

Maybe it was her age or her free spirit, but all I knew was I wanted more of it.

Never in my entire life had I felt the butterflies buzzing around my gut from a simple smile. With Georgia, even the most innocent look did crazy shit to my insides.

Although canoeing hadn’t been on my to-do list, spending the day with Georgia was the best medicine.