Chapter Twenty-One
Luca
Georgia had single-handedly calmed me down and given me the confidence I needed to own that speech.
The little stunt she pulled with the underwear was so shocking, especially from Little Miss Prim and Proper, but it left me feeling more impressed with her than I cared to admit.
From the moment I felt my surprise in my jacket pocket, all I could think about was how much I desperately wished it had been my teeth that had removed her thong.
And it wasn’t just the teasing. Georgia noticed things—things I’d always thought I kept to myself.
The bounce of my knee when I was nervous.
The way I fidgeted before big moments. All my life I had been a closed book when it had come to my feelings, but in just a couple of days Georgia had somehow managed to not only open that book but read between the lines.
So as soon as we could make our exit, I called for a taxi and ushered her in, muttering something about an early start. Considering it was only Wednesday, the excuse was a bit weak, but she followed me anyway, her cheeks still flushed from the applause, her eyes sparkling in the dim cab light.
“Feeling a little cold over there,” I whispered, loving the blush that crawled up her chest.
“You offering to warm me up?”
Her voice was husky and low, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned in closer to me. My hand found her jaw, thumb grazing her cheekbone as she licked her bottom lip, and I swore the world stopped spinning for a second.
“Alright folks, we’re here!” the cab driver called out.
We practically jumped apart, murmuring awkward thank yous before bolting into the elevator. Neither of us said a word, tension pulsing like electricity between us.
As soon as the suite door clicked shut, she started, “Luc—”
But I didn’t let her finish, crashing my lips to hers.
To my delight, Georgia grabbed fistfuls of my shirt, pulling me closer as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her lips were soft, but her kiss was hungry—urgent. Her body melted into mine, and everything around us faded until there was only heat and her and now.
Fuck. Georgia is a phenomenal kisser.
But I’d learned that from our kiss in Barcelona.
Immediately, my mind wandered to what else she was good at.
I pressed her back against the wall, hands skimming the hem of her dress, desperate for more.
I was a man starved, and in that moment, Georgia’s kiss was the only thing that could quench my hunger.
Breaking away, we both caught our breath as I rested my forehead on hers. Words seemed to fail us in that moment, the silence stretching between us as we stood there.
“What was that for?” Her voice was all but a whisper and I attempted to regain some composure.
“I think you know what that was for,” I hummed. For how incredible you were tonight.
“Don’t suppose there’s any chance I can get my underwear back?”
I pulled the scrap of purple lace from my pocket, letting it dangle from my fingers.
“And give away my good luck charm?” She reached for it, but I held it just out of reach with a grin. “You want it back?” I teased. “You’ll have to earn it.”
I placed it back into my jacket pocket before taking a seat on the couch, patting my lap. I loved how her eyes narrowed at me, loved how she crossed her arms with pursed lips as she studied me. I could see the wheels in her head turning, could see her deciding on whether or not to call my bluff.
Georgia stalked towards where I was sitting on the couch, and before I could frantically add a “just kidding,” she straddled my lap, her dress hiking up her body.
When she reached for my belt, I raised a soft, questioning eyebrow, but Georgia just licked her lips in anticipation.
As she unbuckled it, a soft moan fell from my lips, and she grazed her hand along my waistband, a silent question of consent.
Without hesitation, I eagerly nodded, watching Georgia’s hand as it slid into my boxers, palming my already hard and aching cock.
Grabbing the edge of my pants, she instructed me to lift, letting my cock spring free as my pants slid down.
Then she sank to her knees. Her tongue ran a slow, deliberate line up my shaft, and I choked out a curse.
“Oh fuck,” I gritted out. “That feels—”
Her lips wrapped around me, her pace torturously slow. One hand stroked my length while the other gently cupped my balls. I buried my hands in her hair, pulling, needing something to hold on to.
“Stop teasing, amore,” I demanded.
She continued to work me, her hands gently massaging my balls in a steady rhythm. As I started to get closer, my moans got louder and louder. Both of my hands were now tight in Georgia’s hair, grabbing and pulling.
“Fuck, amore, such a good girl for me. Taking me like this.”
I tapped her shoulder to warn her I was close, but to my delight Georgia didn’t stop. Just kept going, deeper, until I came hard, her name on my lips.
Clutching my chest, I gasped for air as I gazed at Georgia’s flushed face and tousled hair, feeling completely spent. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood slowly, her eyes locked on mine as she reached into my jacket and plucked out her underwear.
“I’d say I earned this, wouldn’t you agree?” Before I could answer, Georgia sauntered back to her room, looking awfully proud of herself.