I could fucking blow, the way she tips her head back, her mouth parted as she enjoys the high of the pleasure I’m giving her. I focus on matching her movements, though, picking up my pace as she picks up hers.
“I want you to come all over my cock, little peach.” I give her ass a slap, and she lets out the most sensual whine, her body tensing around me. “You liked that?”
“Mhmm…” She squeezes her eyes closed, and I slap her ass again.
And she explodes. Her pussy clenches around my cock, pulsing in a way that I can hardly stand. I remove my fingers from her clit and grab her hips, working her body with my strength.
“Oh my god,” she whines. “Oh my god.”
“It’s my turn,” I grunt out, feeling the pressure building in my core. “I’m going to come in you so fucking hard.”
“Please,” she whimpers.
And the moment that leaves her lips, I release. My head rests against her chest as I fill her with my cum. I hold her hips down on me, buried balls deep until I’m completely empty.
When I’m finished, we both remain in the same position, our heavy breaths labored together. It’s only after a few moments pass that I lean back and tip her chin down to me for a kiss.
“Let’s go back to my room, Georgia. Stay with me tonight.”
She searches my gaze. “Are you sure?”
I nod, not a doubt in my mind. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Chapter 9
Miles
Ican’t get the image out of my head—the way Georgia’s tits bounced as she rode Emmett. But honestly, it’s not the image that has me stuck on the thought, it’s the fact that it happened at all.
That’s a problem.
I swallow hard, shaking my head as I reach for a box of Cheerios. I mean, obviously, Brody is pissed enough to kick her out of the kitchen for a solid day. Normally, I might say that he’s just giving her a well-deserved break, but this is anything but that.
I set the Cheerios on the counter and grab a bowl, spoon, and the milk from the fridge. I haven’t slept great, mostly because of whatever the fuck all this tension is on the yacht.
Everyone is losing their goddamn minds.
Georgia has no idea what she’s getting into with Emmett, and Emmett should know better than to toy with someone as young as her. She might be twenty-five, but Emmett has been a playboy for the same amount of time that she’s been alive.
That’s a bad combo.
The last thing I want is for her to get hurt, and it’s already apparent that the tension with Brody is running high for whatever reason. If he finds out what she and Emmett did…
That could be really bad.
“Morning,” a voice breaks my thoughts, and I turn to see Georgia, in a yellow T-shirt dress. Her red bikini string hangs out of the top, and I’m pretty sure every one of us has noticed how delicious she looks in it.
But unlike Emmett, I actually contain some amount of self-control.
“You look lost in thought,” Georgia presses, grabbing herself a bowl. “Are you okay?”
I purse my lips, considering what I should orshould notsay to her. “Yeah, I just didn’t sleep that great last night.”
She frowns. “Oh… I’m sorry. Does it have something to do with the case you’re working on?”
I shake my head as I pour the milk into my bowl. “Not really. There are some complications with it, though. Just a corporate mess. I’ve learned to work through them. It’s part of the job, unfortunately.”
She nods as I hand her the milk. “Well, I’m still sorry nonetheless. That can’t be fun to have to work through.”
