Page 33 of Slow Burn

She grabbed her purse and moved off the couch. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Good, she was leaving.

Without saying a word, he turned around and went back to his office. Sure, he was being a dick to his team by breaking up their downtime. But it got Georgia away from the station. His station.

Where she wasn’t welcome.

NO, HE DIDN’T get to order her around.

Screw this.

Georgia was about to leave the station but decided against it.

Instead, she headed to Elijah’s office. The door was ajar, so she took that as an invitation to walk in. Once she was in, she shut the door and turned around to face the man who drove her crazy.

“Is there a reason you’re here?” he asked as he stretched back in his chair, crossing his arms.

Georgia was on a mission.

“This is your fault,” she told him as she rounded his desk to stand in front of him.

He lifted a brow. “What is my fault?”

“You ruined my date,” she huffed.

He rose from his chair, leaving only a few inches of space between them. “How are you blaming this on me?”

She licked her lower lip, and his jaw clenched, as if he were annoyed, which was fine with her. He created their problem in the first place.

He cockily tipped his head to the side. “I’m waiting.”

“First of all, you got into my head about how he was living in the past. Every story he told made me think of you.” Georgia pushed him, but he didn’t budge.

Instead, he leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear, “Because all he could talk about was how great he was in high school. I was right. What other reason do you have to blame me for your shitty date?”

Wow, she needed some space, or she was going to combust.

She moved back, and her butt hit the desk, leaving her nowhere else to scramble off to. Elijah was everywhere, and damn it if she didn’t love it. His hand slowly dragged up her arm, goose bumps trailing after his touch.

“Tell me, Georgia.” His rough, low voice was enough to make her whimper.

Why did she have to want Elijah Barnett to take her virginity?

His hands moved to her hips, and he lifted her quickly to sit on his desk. Elijah stepped between her legs, which she all too quickly opened to give him space to get closer. He gently brushed her hair back, so her throat was on display.

“Have you been thinking about last week?” His lips barely touched her ear, her jaw, and her neck. “How I tasted your pussy and made you orgasm?”

She shivered against him as his hands gripped her thighs.

With his mouth a breath away from hers, he stared into her eyes. “Was I the first person to eat you out, to make you come so hard you screamed?”

Georgia nodded. She wanted to touch him, to feel his skin, and to make him as needy as she was for him. But instead of reaching for him, she put her hands behind her on the desk and leaned back, putting a few inches between them.

That didn’t deter him.

Not in the slightest.

Elijah grabbed her hips and slid her right back to where she was, but now there was no space between them. His hard cock was pressed right against her stomach, and her breasts touched his chest.