Chapter 28
GEORGIE
We were back in the Range Rover.
The men were talking about the club and Snyder and his men. But I couldn’t focus.
Nash was beside me, his thigh pressed against mine.
I was wired. Desire was electric inside me, need filling every space. I liked knowing we’d been right under Snyder’s nose and he hadn’t known. I liked knowing that at least for tonight, Shandy was safe.
All of that was thanks to Nash.
I needed him more than I’d ever needed anything.
This was so dangerous. I’d vowed never to love again, never to get attached. Having sex with him would forge bonds. I knew that deep in my gut.
“The hostess told me that Snyder is planning a huge party at his house this week,” Bastian said. “A spectacle with performers, acrobats, and fireworks.”
“Could be a good place to hit him,” Cole mused from the back.
“There’ll be lots of guests, though,” Nash added.
I pulled in a breath, trying to concentrate on what they were talking about. Nash’s muscular thigh shifted, and I almost moaned out loud.
I felt his stare and glanced up. God. My stomach filled with heat.
There was desire all over his rugged face—raw, primal.
The rest of the drive was a blur. I kept shifting in my seat. Finally, we pulled into the back entrance to Avernus, near the villas.
“I’ll look into this party Snyder is planning,” Bastian said. “Find out all the details. This could be our best bet for taking him down.”
“Thanks,” Nash replied.
“See you all tomorrow.” Cole lifted a hand, then disappeared into the darkness.
Alessio just nodded and started to turn.
I grabbed his jacket. “Alessio?”
He glanced at me, his eyes dark and piercing.
“Thank you. For the fire alarm. For helping her.”
“You’re welcome.” He glanced at Nash, then headed for his villa.
I focused on getting to Nash’s villa, all the while feeling the heat radiating off him as he walked right beside me. We didn’t touch. We didn’t talk.
Inside, he disarmed the alarm, turned on the light in the entry, then dumped his keys on a small side table. Then, he reached for the panel and reset the security system.
“You want a drink?” He left the living room lights off. I watched his shadowy form as he poured what I guessed was a bourbon.
“No.” I was burning up. Meanwhile, he looked cool, calm. I pulled the wig off my head and dropped it on the table. I shook my own hair free.
Then he lifted his glass and knocked the bourbon back in one long swallow. He set the glass down, moved to the couch, and dropped down on it.
“Thanks for taking me tonight.”
“You would have gone anyway,” he said dryly.
“Probably.”
We stared at each other across the space.
“Come here.” His voice was low, dark.
Everything inside me felt alive, aching. I kicked off my shoes and walked toward him. The rug was soft beneath my bare feet. He was just a dark silhouette.
My knees bumped his. “No more waiting, Nash.”
“Is my Georgie hungry?”
“Nash—”
His arm snapped out and he yanked me onto his lap.
I gasped, my dress riding up as I straddled him. His hands glided up my arms, setting off goosebumps across my skin. Then he grabbed the straps of my dress and pushed them down, baring my breasts. I gasped again
“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart. I promise.”
Then he leaned forward and his mouth closed on my nipple. I cried out. As he lapped and sucked, I slid my hands into his hair.
He nipped at the curve of my breast and I gasped.
“So damn beautiful.” He sucked my swollen nipple back into his mouth.
When he had me writhing, he moved onto my other breast. Soon my nipples were hard pebbles, my breasts swollen.
His beard scraped over my skin, spreading sensation and goosebumps all over me.
I rocked on him and felt his cock beneath me. Hard as steel.
His mouth popped free of my breast, then his lips were on mine. The kiss was hard, wild. Our tongues stroked, and then I bit his bottom lip.
With a growl, he tumbled me onto the couch, then lifted me onto my hands and knees on the leather.
“I dream about this ass.” He pushed my dress up. His big hand squeezed my cheek. He pulled on my thong and I moaned.
“And all the things I want to do to it.”
The leather squeaked as he moved. With a tug, he tore the thong free. Then he pushed my cheeks apart and his mouth was on my pussy.
“Nash.” I dropped down to my elbows and shoved my body back against him. My cheek pressed to the cool leather.
Meanwhile, between my legs, his mouth and tongue were hot. He licked and nibbled, his tongue swirled around my clit.
I made small, husky cries, my hands gripping the leather. I could feel everything inside me tightening.
“No. You’re not coming on my tongue this time, pretty girl.”
He hauled me up beside him on my knees. I knew I must look like a disheveled mess with my dress bunched around my waist.
“You’re coming on my cock,” he ordered.
“Yes.” My hair tumbled loose around my shoulders. I reached for him, my hands gripping his shirt. I couldn’t not touch him. I wanted skin. I pulled and the buttons flew everywhere.
He made a hungry sound, and I smoothed my hands over that gorgeous, hard chest.
“Take my cock out, Georgie.”
The command shot through me, arrowing between my legs. I attacked his belt and opened his pants, then I delved into his boxer shorts. In the next second, I had his long, thick cock hot in my hands. I made a sound deep in my throat and stroked him.
“That’s all for you, sweetheart.” His voice was guttural. “It’s always hard for you.”
“I want it. I want you.”
I shifted back and lowered my head. Then I licked him.
He uttered a curse, his hand spearing into my hair.
Moaning, I licked the head of his cock again, tasting his salty musk. Hot, liquid desire melted through me. I swallowed the swollen head into my mouth.
“God, that feels good.” The hand in my hair clenched hard. I looked up and saw him holding it out of the way so he could watch me. “Look at you. Lips stretched around my cock.”
My moan vibrated on his erection, and he cursed again. I bobbed, sucking hard. His hand twisted and I felt the sting on my scalp. I loved what I was doing to him.
“Enough.” He pulled me off him, lifting me.
“No,” I protested.
Then I was straddling him. Oh. I licked my lips. This was good.
He pushed my thighs apart and stroked between them. Rough fingers swiped through my dampness. “Now, I’m filling you with my cock.”
I made a sound. It was what I’d wanted forever.
“You on birth control?”
I nodded.
“I’m not using a condom. It’s just you and me. I’m clean. I promise, I’ll always protect you.”
I nodded again. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time. I’ve always been careful.”
He urged me up onto my knees. Together, we placed his cock so the head notched between my legs. My body trembled.
Then his big hands clamped to my hips and he pushed me down. “Take me.”
Slowly, I slid down on his thick cock. I gasped. It had been a long time, and I felt the sting as my body stretched to accommodate him. He felt enormous.
“Fuck.” The muscles in his jaw were tense. He paused for a second. “So damn tight. I can’t believe I’m sinking inside my Georgie. Dreamed of this.”
I gripped his shoulders, panting. I continued pushing down, taking more of him. Finally, I had every inch inside me.
I met his gaze and lifted my hips.
We held there for a second, then he shoved me down. I moaned, his cock driving deep inside me. Soon, I was riding him, moving up and down. The deep groans from his chest were music to me.
“Get there, sweetheart. God, I love watching you take me.” His gaze was hooded, desire on his face. Then his big hands shifted down my belly. He touched where his cock stretched me wide.
“Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Georgiana Linden taking me, pussy stretched around my cock.”
I cried out his name, moving faster. So much emotion was storming through me.
Then he found my clit and rubbed.
Electric sensations hit hard. I moved even faster.
“Go over,” he ordered. “On me, for me.” With another circle of his thumb, I flew apart.
I arched, Nash’s cock deep inside me.
My head fell back and pleasure—hot and violent—overtook me as I cried out his name.