She didn’t reply, not with words. I glanced up at her, resumed licking her clit, and watched as she undid her bra at the front, freeing her breasts. She used her elbows to prop herself up, watching me, just as I watched her.
I brought her to the edge of orgasm and debated not letting her come, but need won out. She came with a moan and my name, and I barely gave her a second to recover, just long enough to sheath myself before I drove home into her tight wetness, feeling her clench around my shaft.
“You feel so fucking good.” I wasn’t sure how I managed to say the words as I was about to lose my mind. My hands were under her arms, holding her shoulders from underneath to steady her as I fucked her hard on her desk, knowing I wouldn’t be able to look at it again without imagining this. “It’s been too long without you like this.”
“I know… fuck, Seph!” Her legs clamped around mine, encouraging me to go faster, the sounds of our bodies moving together echoing through the room and down the empty corridor.
She came suddenly, pulling me with her. I saw stars, but they only had one name: Georgia.
Ten minutes later and we were curled up in the leather wingback chair that I’d stolen from Max’s office a few months ago. She was sitting on my knee, looking sleepy, her hand just under the T-shirt and hoodie I’d put back on, just on the off-chance of anyone coming in.
“Does Olivia have Rose?”
She nodded. “I put her to bed after her bath and the whole story thing, then once she was asleep got a taxi to work. Sometimes it’s easier to do that than take stuff home – fewer distractions at work.” She looked at me accusingly. “Usually.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“You don’t mean that. That was the least sincere apology I’ve ever heard.”
I laughed because it was true. I wasn’t sorry for distracting her.
I kissed the side of her head, the silky strands of her hair running between my fingers. “This isn’t an office fling, Georgie. You know that, don’t you?”
“Given Payton screamed at me when she saw me this morning and demanded details, I figured we weren’t keeping it secret. Maybe you shouldn’t tell your family about this, though.”
I chuckled quietly. “Some things I don’t need them to know. But we’re a thing, aren’t we?” I knew I sounded desperate almost. Needy.
“We’re a thing.” She looked at me, eyes dancing, and a smile that made my chest expand with fulness. “We’re definitely a thing.”
Maybe, just maybe, I’d finally gotten something right.
Chapter Eighteen
Georgia
“Another glass of wine would be lovely.”
My sister looked at the waiter as if he was the god of all things grape.
“Aren’t you having another?”
I frowned. “Some of us have to go back to work.” Like me. In just over an hour I had another meeting, my third of the day, not including lunch with Olivia.
She smiled, lazily. “Can’t you just, you know, call Seph and bat your eyelashes at him and he’ll let you have the afternoon off? Isn’t that one of the perks of sleeping with your boss?”
This was why my sister should not be allowed alcohol during the day. She turned into a lush that needed a muzzle, never mind a filter.
“Tell me about your trip.” I opted for ignoring her. It was a much simpler solution that trying to get her to understand that it wasn’t how it worked.
“Singapore, Shanghai and then back to New York. Three weeks, three cities, at least three different men. I want some of what you’re getting.” She gave me a stink eye that was underwhelming to say the least.
It had been two months since I’d started dating Seph. Spring had erupted in London, the winter had melted and my life was unrecognisable from what it’d been before Christmas. Rose was doing amazing in school; she was still obsessed with books, particularly anything to do with horses or unicorns, and her best friend was Addy. She was flourishing with Elspeth as her childminder, and every weekend, both girls would have a sleepover at mine, Addy’s or Elspeth’s, meaning two weeks out of three, Seph could have a sleepover too, just with me and without watching movies about horses.
Work was going well; I’d brought in and taken on new clients, won three big cases and been mentioned in one of the legal journals, which was nothing short of a perfect start.
And there was Seph. We managed a couple of dates a week, at least, and spent another two evenings on the phone, or he came round, listening to Rose read and watched cartoons with her. As soon as she was in bed and asleep we found a little time for just us, even if it involved falling asleep on the sofa watching trash TV.
Dating was difficult. Liv would babysit, but I limited that to one night a week. Rose needed me to be around, and I didn’t want to miss out on her. She was growing so much that each day could feel precious, if we weren’t running on the last minute because she’d refused to wear what I’d put out for her, or she couldn’t find the book she wanted to take to Elspeth’s. On those days I prayed for sanity and additional patience.
