15. Georgia
Chapter fifteen
Georgia
T he sun peaks through the blinds, rousing me from sleep. I let out a breathless sigh and shift onto my stomach. My body aches in the best way possible. My cheeks burn as I replay the events of my night. I never could have imagined he’d be as incredible as he was. I cover my face as his filthy words echo in my thoughts. His demands. “Tell me who you belong to.” My body succumbed to his every demand. “Beg me to let you come, slut.” My legs clench. Most girls would be offended by his words. Not me. They turned me on like no other. I flip onto my back, and my hand skates across my belly, remembering how his fingers ventured to places that had been untouched. I still feel the slight soreness, but god, what I wouldn’t do to feel that way again and again.
That’s when I remember his mark—the proof of his claim shamelessly displayed on my skin.
But shame is the last thing I feel.
I feel empowered. Wanted. Owned.
I’m also about to be late for work. I hurry out of bed and dress. Pulling my hair into a tight ponytail, I rush downstairs into the kitchen. When I enter, the first and only person I see is Jackson. “Morning,” I say, slowing my pace, unlike my heart, which begins to race.
Jackson takes a sip of his coffee and then brings his eyes to mine. “Morning.”
I walk in and grab a mug. “Where’s Noah?”
“I sent him to work early. He needs to make up for his absence yesterday.” Maybe he had noticed his son was gone. “And you and I need to discuss a few things.”
My hand stalls on the coffee pot for only a moment before I pour my cup and face him. “Okay.”
He takes another sip and sets the mug on the counter. “We’ll talk in the car. Let’s go.” Shit. I wonder if he can hear my heart hammering in my chest. He steps closer, lifting a finger to press against the pulse in my neck. “Your pulse is racing. Why is that, Peach?”
A thousand reasons race through my mind, but I don’t know which one to say. The way his presence wraps around me, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. The scent of his cologne, dark, familiar, dragging me back to the memory of him deep inside me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
He taps at my pulse. “Let’s go.”
I don’t realize I’ve moved until I’m seated inside his car. After more than ten minutes of driving in silence, I can’t take it any longer. “Just spit it out. What do you want to say?” I brace for disappointment—for the speech where he tells me it was wrong and won’t happen again.
“I have rules.”
“Okay…” I let my shoulders relax slightly. That wasn’t what I’d expected.
“For this to work, you will obey me at all times. That childish game you played last night won’t happen again—”
“I told you I was sorry—”
“And that will be the last time you do. You disobey me, and this is over.”
The thought of never having him again sends my body into a fit of panic. “I swear. I won’t.”
He cocks his head toward me. “Good. I assume we’re on the same page that Noah can’t know.”
I nod. “Of course.”
Satisfied with my answer, he goes on. “I get access to you when I please. You’re mine to play with, fuck, enjoy. And when you leave after the summer, it’s done. I’m a man with little patience. I won’t tolerate neediness. The second this becomes something more than us fucking, it’s done.”
He doesn’t want me to get attached. It will be what it is. “Your message is clear. I have absolutely no interest in pursuing anything other than what we’ve agreed on.”
He turns his head again, this time wearing the sexiest smile. “Is that so?”
“Yep. Trust me, I have no interest in a relationship. I have plans, and they don’t include you.”
It may be somewhat of a lie. Having Jackson to myself longer than the summer would be wonderful. But it’s also a pipe dream and one hundred percent unrealistic. As long as I stay true to those facts, walking away will be fine.
“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” We pull into the underground parking garage of the building and make our way to the office. Rachel greets us, and we go our separate ways. When I enter the salesroom, Noah sees me and pops up.
“Hey.” He walks up to me. “You were gone when I woke up. We good?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was restless and didn’t want to wake you, so I left and slept in my own bed.” Lies. Lies. Lies.
“I wouldn’t have cared.”
I wave him off. I’m sure he would if he knew I got up to have crazy hot sex with his dad. A wedge of guilt drives into my chest. “Honestly, you needed sleep. Did you complete everything you had to make up?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Yeah. Sorry about that—sticking you with my dad, that is.” And back to his dad.
I swallow, hoping he doesn’t notice the heat forming on my face. “It’s fine.”
“Just didn’t want him to get on you for the tequila. This morning, I told him that was all me, and if he wanted to charge me for it, he could go right ahead.
Am I sweating? “Is it hot in here?”
Noah looks around. “I don’t think so. Thanks again for last night. I had fun. We should do that more often.”
Yep, it’s hot in here. “Yeah, sure. I should check in with Jacob. See you at lunch.”
I walk off, praying he doesn’t catch wind of my anxiety. Or that there will be no more tequila nights since it would be breaking the rules. Shit. How am I supposed to avoid Noah for the rest of the summer without pissing off Jackson? He’s asking the impossible. We’re living under the same roof, for Christ’s sake!
“Morning, Georgia,” Jacob says as I fall into my chair. “Everything okay?”
“Just fine.” Lies. Lies. Lies.
Fuck me.
“That was great. How do you think you did?”
I think I’m going to stab my eyes out if I have to keep doing this. “Good. It felt promising they’ll go with us.”
Jacob smiles back. “I think so, too. Wow—it’s already lunchtime. The morning flew by.” If by flew by, he means winding backward. It’s taken half a century to get to noon. “Wanna head down to the cafeteria?”
“Sounds good,” I reply, dreading another cafeteria salad. Someone calls my name, and I cock my head to the door, spotting Rachel. “Georgia, Mr. Blake needs you in his office.”
My body stiffens. I make the mistake of glancing at Noah. He’s already staring at me. “What does my dad want?”
I do my best to keep my expression neutral. Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, “I don’t know. Why don’t you guys go? I’ll meet you in the cafeteria.” Noah doesn’t seem thrilled with the idea but nods and follows the group. I inhale slowly and make my way to Jackson’s office, stopping at his assistant’s desk. “Mr. Blake asked to see me.”
“Sure thing. Go right in,” she says kindly. My heart races as I knock and enter his lavish office. He’s on a call, but his eyes land on me the moment I walk in.
“Give me the report by the end of business today.” He hangs up. “Lock the door.”
“What?”
“Simple task, Peach. Lock the door,” he says again, his voice stern. I do, and he gives me another order. “Come over here.” I walk behind his desk, and he pivots in his chair. “Unbutton my pants, take out my cock, and suck it.”
My eyes go wide. “What?”
“My rules, Georgia. Access anytime. On your knees.”
Heat blasts across my cheeks. I stand there, stupefied, until I realize he’s being entirely serious. Biting my bottom lip, I try to push away the warning sirens blaring in my mind. This is a really bad idea. We could get caught. God, his son is right down the hall. But the mere thought of my lips wrapped around him sends a deep pulse of need through me—a craving I have no intention of denying. Dropping to my knees, I undo his belt and pull his zipper down, exposing his already steel cock. My arousal soaks my panties.
“Eat your lunch, hungry girl.”
I lean into him, wetting my lips before I take the crown of his cock into my mouth and work my tongue along the protruding vein. The moment I feel his hand against the back of my head, I do my best to relax, hoping to keep my gag reflex at bay as he thrusts my head forward, his dick hitting the back of my throat. My gargled moan vibrates over his shaft, earning his grunt of pleasure as he drags his hand up my neck and fists my ponytail.
“Fuck, I love how hungry you get,” he growls. I suck him harder, tasting his pre-cum. I pull back, rolling my tongue over the head of his cock, then open wide to take him again when he pushes my head back down his shaft.
“That’s it— fuck …” Tightening his hold on my hair, he takes control, guiding my head as I bob up and down. I lick and suck, keeping my jaw lax as he fucks my mouth. My nipples are hard against my blouse. My sex is swollen with need. I slide my hand inside my skirt to find some relief, and he kicks it away. “I don’t think so, greedy girl.”
I groan, needing my own release.
“Not while you’re at work. What kind of boss would I be, letting my intern get off on company time?”
He’s taunting me, knowing it’s turning me on more. At this rate, one flick is all it would take for me to explode.
He thrusts deeper, and I moan, squeezing my thighs together, loving the way he fills my mouth. Fuck, I would do this all day if he let me.
“Fuck… I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re gonna take it. Swallow every last bit.” His cock swells and spasms inside my mouth. The warmth of his cum seeps into the back of my throat. I do my best to swallow everything he has to offer, and by the time I’m done, I’m breathless. He releases his hold, and I lean back, watching as he tucks himself back into his slacks.
“You’re welcome for lunch. We should do this again.” His smile is dangerous. I stand on shaky legs, praying I don’t have any wet spots showing through my skirt.
“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Blake?” I ask, playing the same game.
“That will be all, Miss Price.” His phone rings, and he dismisses me, taking the call.
I head toward the door and come to a stop. My hair has to be a mess. And my clothes… ugh. I adjust everything back into place, fix my ponytail, smooth my hands over my hair and down my shirt, then open his door, smile at his oblivious assistant, and head to the cafeteria for my second meal.
“Your dad’s not gonna get mad?” I ask Noah.
At the end of the day, Noah offered to drive me home, and I accepted. After all, Jackson couldn’t expect me to avoid him entirely without raising suspicion. Then he got a call, and it seemed he invited friends over for a pool party.
“Not that I give a shit, but no. He couldn’t care less. If you haven’t noticed, my dad and I try to stay out of each other’s way.”
“Are you ever gonna tell me why that is?”
He cocks his head my way. “Nope.”
When we pull into the driveway, Jackson’s car is already parked in the garage.
“I’m fucking starving. How do steaks sound?”
“Sounds great,” I reply.
“Cool. My dad’s a master on the grill. Since he’ll do anything to win my love, I’m gonna have his ass cook while we party.” I offer a small smile, but I can’t help the swirling in my gut. I feel bad for Jackson. He’s trying to be part of his son’s life, and Noah is so cold toward him. I don’t understand why, and I want to. I consider asking Jackson, but going behind Noah’s back would be a betrayal to him. A short, cynical laugh escapes my throat.
“What’s so funny?”
I glance over at Noah, shaking my head. “Nothing.” I’m worried about betraying Noah by asking his father a question while fucking him behind his son’s back.
I need serious help.