Page 91 of Slow Burn

Her hands gripped his hair. “This feels, oh god, like the best, the best surprise.”

Elijah’s cock was so hard, it hurt. “Tell me when you are about to come so I can fuck you and feel you spasm around me.”

“I’m already close,” she whimpered.

Elijah didn’t need any more instructions. He climbed over her and lined his cock to her entrance. Quickly, he pushed into her and groaned.

“Peach, you are so fucking tight.” Elijah’s one hand gripped her thigh as he pounded into her, hard and deliberate. Damn it, he was close already, and he’s only been inside her for a minute. His other hand went to her clit, his palm covered her nerves, moving in a circle. “I need to feel you come, please baby.”

Recklessly, he fucked her as if his life depended on it. Her hips ground against his, and his orgasm built, tingles creeping up his back. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, recalling all of the metrics for work, like assembly time and gallons per minute. Anything to distract himself so he didn’t come.

Georgia’s pussy squeezed his cock, and he dropped his head to watch her. As she orgasmed, her mouth fell open, and she cried out his name.

That was it for him as he came inside her, his body going tight as he orgasmed.

Nothing was better than Georgia.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-ONE

BEING IN A relationship wasn’t as excruciating as Elijah expected it to be. Or perhaps it was just easy being committed to Georgia? There was a time when he would snub his nose at couples who constantly texted or touched each other. But now he got it.

Whenever he thought about her, which was a fuck ton, he sent her a text if they weren’t together. And if they were together, he would find a way to touch her, whether just holding her hand or kissing her. Like he turned over a new leaf. He loved talking to her and making her smile. It was an addiction he had, to make Georgia happy.

Today was the start of a two-day shift away from her, and fuck, he hated it. Georgia was better at sending pictures now, when she wasn’t with him. He smirked. They weren’t pictures most women sent, not with his peach. They were always cute and clever. Like a cover of the book she was reading or his bed after she made it.

“Why are you smiling?” Nash asked as he crashed into the chair next to him in the break room.

Benny coughed to cover his laughter. “He’s been like this since he waltzed into the station three hours ago.”

“Waltzed?” Nash questioned.

Elijah rolled his eyes. “I did not waltz.”

“You were practically floating, man. I also noticed every time you’re on your phone, you basically light up.” Benny ratted him out, and Elijah made a mental note to make sure he assigned Benny some grunt work.

Nash sat up like he was struck by lightning. “It’s a woman. Who is it?”

Fuck, was now the time?

Georgia didn’t bring this up again. Elijah didn’t want to go behind her back. Sure, he was new in a relationship, but confiding in Nash that it was with Georgia, without telling her, didn’t feel right.

“Can’t I just be in a good mood?”

“No.” Benny and Nash answered at the same time.

Nash kept talking. “You will never be classified as a smiley person, but today you are about to get the title. Who is she?”

“Awww! Elijah has a novia,” Benny teasingly sang.

“Elijah and mystery woman, sitting in a tree,” Nash continued to stir the pot.

“You both need a hobby.” Elijah brushed them off.

He had never wished for an emergency, but the fire alarm went off, alerting the station to a fire in a corporate building. Thank fuck the conversation was over. Everyone hauled ass to get the truck ready and head to the location.

Elijah was literally saved by the bell.