Chapter 20 – Georgia
TWENTY
COLORADO SPRINGS, COLORADO
GEORGIA
“I’m leaving a fresh batch of beignets in the kitchen for the Polar Express Suite guests!” I yell to the chef. “I’ll be back to help you with the S’more bar in an hour.”
“Thanks, Georgia!”
Too exhausted to think straight, I lean against the counter and consider taking my next nap here instead of wasting any time walking across the estate.
“Well, hello there, Georgia.” Grandma Hattie steps into the kitchen, and I use what’s left of my energy to perk up and smile. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve been relaxing since this place practically runs itself, you know?”
“Right...You handled this week beautifully.”
“I think you mean, ‘barely survived.’”
“This resort will be in great hands with you at the helm, and the staff is already planning one hell of a transition party.”
“Tell them to hold off on that.” I untie my apron. “I’m thinking of a way to punish them for leaving me hanging.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“They ditched work for a Taylor Swift festival and left me struggling at the worst time of the year.”
She shoots me a confused look.
“I mean, I could see going to the concert of course, but they took off the entire week!”
“They didn’t do that, Georgia.”
“Yeah, they did.” I wave my hand around. “See how empty this kitchen is?”
“I told them to take the time off,” she says. “Granted, I should’ve had them come up with more believable excuses, but I did that on purpose.”
“Why?”
“Because any manager can work well when everything is going their way.” She steps closer. “I wanted to see if you could handle this place when everything was going wrong.”
I stare at her.
“I would’ve stepped in to help you if it got out of hand. But you stepped up big time, and I’m so proud of you.”
I say nothing.
“The staff is scheduled to work their regular hours starting this evening. She steps closer. “So feel free to enjoy your evenings for the rest of the week. I only need you for the VIP suites and you know those guests don’t tend to call unless it’s an emergency.”
“Are you planning to say something, Georgia?”
“I don’t know yet.” I narrow my eyes. “I’m not sure exactly how to feel about you right now.”
She hugs me close. “You should feel accomplished and happy.”
“No, that’s not my current feeling at all...”
She laughs and pulls a golden name tag from her pocket. “Well, wear this around and eventually you will feel that way.”
I run my fingers across the engraved letters and my heart skips a beat.
Miss Georgia Grey
Executive Manager of The Grace Estate
“We’ll discuss logistics and the transition later.” She kisses my forehead. “I’m sure your fiancé would like to spend some quality time with you.”
She walks away without another word, and I turn off the ovens before taking the trolley to the cottage.
Dominic is leaning against the mantle, sipping a drink when I return.
“I’ll be ready to help you at the lodge in just a minute,” he says.
“No need for that,” I say. “I’ve got the remaining evenings off, so you can pack up all your stuff and go home.”
“What?”
“The deal is done, I’m officially the manager, and therefore I don’t need you anymore. Thank you for all your help.”
“Just like that?” He arches a brow.
“Yes. Just like that.”
“Okay, Georgia.” He sets down his glass. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Would you like me to get a bellman here for you?”
“Not yet.” He walks over to me. “I’ve been doing some thinking, and I realized that I called you every day for a month straight when you first left me.”
“I vividly remember hitting ignore.”
“Why?”
“For one, you fired me, Dominic.”
“For two?”
“I figured you'd eventually forget me and move on to someone else.”
“How’s that prediction going?”
“Pretty good.”
Laughing, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest.
“I missed you.” He bites my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth. “And I don’t think I’m over you choosing to date Dante while you worked for me.”
“Were you jealous?”
“Very.” He tears my shirt open, sending the buttons scattering all over the floor. “Were you dating him to fuck with me?”
“Not at first,” I say. “No comment on my mindset a few weeks after that, though.”
He bites my lip again. “You could’ve told me.”
“You could’ve been a better boss.”
“If you weren’t so awful at your job, I might’ve been.”
“Was I really that terrible?”
“You were the worst.” He tightens his grip on my waist. “But I’ll forgive you if you finally admit that you want me as much as I’ve always wanted you.”
He kisses me deeply before I can say those words, rendering me so breathless that I can’t speak.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you, Georgia,” he says, “And I hope you won’t keep making this any more difficult than it needs to be.”
“Ahhh.” I moan as he squeezes my ass. “I won’t…”
“I’m listening.”
“I wanted you, too,” I say. “I still do…”
“Good.” He smiles. “How do you want me?”
My cheeks heat as he trails a finger against my lips, as he gently pries them open to slide the pad of his thumb against my tongue.
“Tell me,” he says. “It’s your turn.”
“I want you in my mouth first.”
He looks stunned, but he unbuckles his belt. “Take it out.”
I slowly slide a hand into his briefs, and my breath hitches as his cock hardens under my touch. I take my time pulling it out, admitting how huge and thick it is.
I lean down and open wide, covering his tip with my lips, earning a low growl of approval.
“Fuck…” He threads his fingers through my hair as I take him down my throat inch by inch.
I gag when he hits the back of my throat and move my head back. Then I swallow him again and again.
Feeling in control for a change, I rub my hands up and down his length, moaning between mouthfuls, and he tenses in pleasure each time.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep doing that,” he whispers. “Is that what you want?”
I can’t focus when he looks at me like this.
“Do you want my cock in my throat or do you want it deep inside you right now?” He stares into my eyes. “Say it.”
“I want both.”
He grins and positions me against the back of a sofa chair to face one another.
Opening a condom, he rolls it over his cock and slowly slides into me.
“Ohhh…” I moan as he buries himself inside me, as he gives me a few seconds to adjust to how fulfilling his cock is.
Kissing my neck, he whispers, “You feel so fucking good…Wrap your arms around my neck.”
The moment I oblige, he begins thrusting in and out of me.
“Dominiccccc...”
“Yes?” He swallows my words with another deep kiss. “Is this what you want?”
I’m too lost to answer.
All I can do is stare into his eyes while he fucks and controls every aspect of my pleasure.
He slides a hand between us and teases my swollen clit with his thumb, all while fucking and kissing me senselessly at the same time.
With every deep stroke, he pushes me closer to the edge of an orgasm, but he doesn’t let me take it.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands.
“Yes…” I rasp.
“No.” He bites my bottom lip. “Say it.”
“I…” I’m about to come apart. “I’m…”
“Don’t make me ask you again.” He thrusts into me harder and deeper, demanding that I say the words he needs to hear.
They sit on the tip of my tongue, stubbornly holding on while the screams and the moans jump out first.
As he grabs a fistful of my hair and buries his cock entirely inside me, I relinquish all my sanity.
“Yesss! Fuckkk yessss!” I moan. “I’m fucking yours.”
He punishes me with more reckless strokes, pushing me to my absolute limit, forcing me to hold on until I can’t anymore. My legs begin losing strength, and my hands fall from his neck.
He holds me steady; then he stiffens against me while I scream louder than I ever have tonight.
He's the best sex I've had in my entire life...
Panting in sync, we stare into each other’s eyes, still entwined.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I just…” My cheeks are on fire. “I know we just had sex, but I think I want to um…”
“Fuck me again?”
“Yes, please.”
He laughs before kissing me, and within seconds, I’m lost in “us” again.
In the morning, I roll over in an empty bed, convinced last night was all a dream.
Letting out a breath, I adjust the pillow behind my head.
The sudden soreness in my muscles confirms that the best sex of my life was a reality after all. As I try to sit up, the bathroom door opens and Dominic steps into the room. Completely naked.
Smiling, he walks over and slips under the sheets.
“Do you want to leave the cottage today?” I ask.
“No.” He pulls me against his chest. “We’re not leaving here for a long time…”