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“Not that it’s your business, but I want to have an orgasm from someone who isn’t me or my vibrator.”

That was one way to shut Elijah up.

They both glared at each other, waiting for one of them to break the silence first. Georgia wasn’t going to cave.

“Fuck it,” Elijah grumbled.

He reached over and pressed the button to turn her car off. Then he got out of the Jetta and slammed the door shut.

What the hell was he doing?

Elijah yanked her door open. “Get out.”

“Right now?” She hated the quiver in her voice.

He leaned closer to her and unbuckled her seat belt. “Yes, Georgia.”

Patience wasn’t his virtue because before she had a chance to grab her purse, he dragged her out of the car. Elijah threw her over his shoulder, fireman style, and marched to the front door of his house.

“What are you doing!” She smacked his back.

He didn’t answer but held her tight as he opened the door and then kicked it shut. In lightning speed, she was in his bedroom and dropped onto his king-sized bed.

“You want an orgasm so badly, I’ll give you one.”

Georgia scrambled to sit up in his bed. “I thought you don’t date local girls.”

He grinned and pulled his T-shirt over his head. “We aren’t dating, and this is only for tonight.”

The alarm bells were ringing in her head, but she couldn’t deny her physical attraction to him. He said it was just one night, and truly, that was all she needed to have an introduction to sex.

This was it.

Her virginity was about to be a thing of the past.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

ELIJAH TUGGED HIS jeans off and stood at the edge of the bed in his blue boxer briefs. Georgia’s beautiful emerald eyes were sparkling like she was up to no good.

Which was typical for her.

“We’re not dating, and this is just for tonight?” She repeated back what he said to her.

His hand grabbed her ankle and slid her to the edge of the bed. Taking his time, he took off each of her heels and caressed her feet. “Can you handle that?”

“Can you?” She gave him a skeptical look.

He dropped her foot. “Take off your clothes.”

There was a second of hesitation on her end, an innocence he wasn’t expecting from her. Like she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Georgia.” Elijah stepped closer to her, and his finger tipped her chin up, so they were looking at each other. “Do you want this?”

She nodded.

“Words. I need to hear your words.”