by Keeland, Vi
Georgia collided with me, jumping up and wrapping herself around me like a koala. I stumbled back a few steps.
She crushed her lips to mine. “No wine,” she breathed. “Just you.”
I’d been looking for her to take a baby step so I knew she was ready, but this… This was so much fucking better. There was nothing sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted and decided to take it. I carried her to the bedroom and set her down.
“You went to so much trouble, ordering wine and having the table set with romantic candles, and here I am attacking you,” she said. “You didn’t even get to finish eating.”
“No problem, sweetheart. I’m happy to fuck you full of romance instead.” I dropped to my knees. “And I’m about to eat until I’m finished…”
Five minutes ago, I’d been perfectly fine taking things slow, but now I couldn’t get my mouth on her fast enough. I stripped her out of her leggings and practically ripped the thong from her body. Guiding her to lie back on the bed, I pulled her ass to the edge and salivated as I got a look at her beautiful pussy. She was mostly bare, except for a thin strip of hair, and when I spread her legs wide, her feminine smell made me want to dive in and never come out.
Georgia’s back arched off the bed as I lapped at her, flattening my tongue and licking her one end to the other, then teasing her clit with tiny circles. When she moaned, any hope of trying to go slow went to hell. It wasn’t enough for just my tongue to be on her, I needed to bury my entire face—cheeks, jaw, nose, and tongue—into her sweetness. She began wiggling around as she moaned, so I reached up and held her in place with one hand while my other slipped two fingers inside.
“Oh…Max…oh!”
She was tight; the wall of her muscles gripped my fingers, as she said my name over and over. The more she moaned, the faster I pumped. Georgia reached down and grabbed my hair, yanking and digging her fingernails into my scalp. When her voice started to get thready, and I knew she was on the edge, I sucked harder on her clit until I felt her pulsating around my fingers. After her body went slack, and she released her death grip on my hair.
Wiping my face on the back of my hand, I dragged myself up and over her. I was hard as a rock, more turned on than I’d been in ages, and she hadn’t even laid a finger on me yet.
“Wow.” A goofy smile crossed her face as she blinked her eyes open. “Now I feel like an idiot.”
My brows dipped together. “Why?”
“For making you wait when you could’ve been doing that the last month?”
I chuckled. “I’ll just have to make up for lost time.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“What?”
“I’m dying to see you completely naked. I have been since the night we met.”
I laughed. “I think that can be arranged.”
She shook her head. “No, I like…want at least a full minute of leering time.”
I kissed her lips. “You want the light on for your show?”
Her eyes grew wide, and the biggest smile stretched across her face. “That would be awesome.”
Let’s face it, if this woman told me she wanted me to cluck like a damn chicken, I’d be doing it. So I reached over her head, gathered all the pillows into one tall pile, and then dragged her up the bed and propped her against them. “Comfy for your show?”
She grinned and nodded.
I reached over to the nightstand and flicked on the light before climbing off the bed. Once we were both naked, there was no way I was going to waste any time, so I went to my suitcase and pulled out a strip of condoms from the hopeful box I’d brought. Tossing them next to her, I stood at the end of the bed and started my little striptease by reaching up and behind me to tug my shirt over my head.
Georgia rubbed her hands together. “Eeep. I wish I had some dollar bills to tuck into your pants.”
“Would be a waste. They aren’t staying on for that long.” I yanked my sweats down, stepped out, and kicked them to the side. Standing in just my boxer briefs, I looked up to find Georgia’s playful smile gone, replaced by something I recognized very well at this moment—need. She swallowed, and my eyes moved to her throat. I loved my hands wrapped around it, but I couldn’t wait to be inside it, too. Her eyes dropped to the outline of my cock, so I fisted it through my underwear, sliding my hand up and down a few times. When she licked her lips, I gave it a good, firm squeeze before hooking my thumb into the corners and bending to peel the last layer of clothing off.
Standing, my cock bobbed against my stomach at full attention, proud and ready for action. Even I was a little impressed with the showing. But the look on Georgia’s face was priceless. Her eyes bulged, and she lifted her hand to her mouth and spoke with it covered. “Oh, God. That thing looks like it might hurt.”
I wrapped my hands around it and pumped once for good measure. “Maybe you need a closer look.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, please.”
I tugged her down to the middle of the bed and climbed up to straddle her hips. Leaning over, I sucked one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth. When she started to squirm, I moved to the other, not stopping until she dug her nails into my back and whimpered.
“Please…Max, I want you.”
I grabbed the strip of condoms, tore one off, and sheathed myself in record time. Then I hovered over her, taking her mouth in a kiss before pulling back so I could watch her face as I sank inside.
Absolutely fucking beautiful. Our eyes locked, and I pushed my hips forward, little by little, feeling her stretch around me. She was so damn snug, and I didn’t want to hurt her, so I only went a few inches in before easing back. The next time I pushed in a little farther. It was torture to go so slow, yet the most blissful kind of pain. When I was finally buried deep inside her, my arms started to shake.
“You good?” I groaned.
She smiled. “Very.”
Georgia lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, allowing me to sink even deeper. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head when my balls slapped against her ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
Georgia reached up and pulled me down to her mouth for a kiss before moving her lips to my ear. “Don’t be gentle. Make me sore tomorrow.”
That she definitely didn’t have to ask twice. I set myself free, fucking her hard and deep, with no restraint left. Georgia’s hips lifted to meet each of my thrusts, and we kept at it until the sound of our sweat-soaked bodies slapping against each other became the backdrop for all our groans and grunts.
“Max!” Georgia cried. She clamped down around me and started to throb, milking every last ounce of self-control from my body. I held off for as long as I could, wanting to keep her going as long as possible. When the muscles in her face started to go slack and her legs fell from my waist like dead weight, I finally let go.
After, I needed to collapse. But two-hundred-and-twenty pounds might’ve suffocated her, so I rolled to my back, taking her with me.
She yelped as we flipped around, but there was a smile on her face as she settled into the crook of my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “I feel kind of bad.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you about all these plans I made for us, but after that, you’re not going to be able to get me to leave this hotel room.”
Georgia giggled. “I don’t think I’ll mind one bit.”
• • •
I could definitely become addicted to this.
Georgia laid her head over my heart, curled on top of me, as I stroked her hair. We’d just had sex for the third time in twelve hours, this time with her on top, riding me slowly, as the sun came up and streaks of light cut golden rays across her beautiful face.
“I need to pee,” she said. “But I’m too lazy to get up. It’s one of my superpowers, you know. I can hold it for hours, despite having to go.”
“Why would
you want to do that?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes I get busy at work and don’t want to stop what I’m doing.”
“Can you hold it in if I do this?” I slid my hand down to her waist and tickled her.
“Oh my God! No! Stop.” She giggled. “Don’t do that!”
I laughed. But just in case tickling was the kryptonite to her superpower, I also stopped.
Georgia turned and propped her head on her fist on top of my chest. “What’s the most times you’ve ever had sex in a day?”
I shrugged. “No idea. Three, maybe four at most? You?”
Her eyes danced. “Sadly, two. So we’ve already beaten my lame record. But we can beat yours!”
I laughed. “Finally your incessant need to compete lands on a challenge with a solid cause. What time did we start last night?”
“I’m not sure…about nine, I guess?”
“What time is it now?”
“Six thirty. So we have like another fourteen-and-a-half hours to do it once more. Think you’re up for it?”
“Once? What kind of a wuss do you think I am? We need to smash that record, not beat it.”
She smiled wide. “Okay!”
“As long as we’re at it, I don’t think I’ve ever received more than six blowjobs in a day.”
She slapped my stomach and laughed. “I think you’ll be keeping that record. But I better go to the bathroom, or we’re going to start a new competition for you—number of times you’ve been peed on.” Georgia got up from the bed and yanked the sheet that had been covering both of us to wrap it around her.
While she was gone, I got two bottles of water from the mini fridge and grabbed the room service menu. I’d worked up a damn big appetite. Sitting down on the bed, I started to take mental notes on all the shit I planned to order when a phone buzzed on the nightstand. Out of habit, I picked it up. But it only took the name flashing on the screen to confirm it wasn’t mine. Gabriel.
It might’ve been the first time since last night that my dick fully deflated. When Georgia padded back, I held it up. “Phone’s ringing.”
She took it, read the name on the screen, and frowned.
I tilted my head. “Not going to get it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Umm…because that would be rude.”
“Would that be because we’re both naked, or because your pussy is still sore from riding me ten minutes ago? I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is here.”
Georgia’s lips twisted. “Eww. You don’t have to be a jerk about it.”
At the moment, I felt like I did. So I got out of bed. “I’m going to go take a shower. You can take that call if you want.”
It didn’t even take the whole shower to realize what a dick I’d been. I was jealous, plain and simple, and I’d taken it out on her when she’d done nothing wrong. So as soon as I dried off, I went to apologize.
Georgia wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, but her phone was still plugged in on the nightstand, exactly how I’d left it. I went into the adjoining room and found her staring out the window.
Walking up behind her, I kissed her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I was an asshole.”
She turned and her face softened a little. “I was upfront about everything with Gabriel.”
“I know you were.” I shook my head. “I just got jealous. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but it happened. That’s on me. But I put it on you, which was wrong. So I apologize.” I reached out and took her hand. “Forgive me for being a jealous dick?”
She smiled sadly. “Yes.”
“Thank you.” I grinned. “Because I really want to win that competition. I heard there’s a booby prize.”
She cracked and laughed. “You’re such a jerk.”
“I am. But you like me anyway. So what’s that say about you?”
Georgia rolled her eyes.
I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Do you want to call him back?”
“I didn’t.”
“That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking if you want to call him back. Like, do you feel the need to talk to him?”
She shook her head. “Not really.”
“Do you talk to him every day?”
“No, I don’t. When he first left we spoke every two or three days. But now, maybe it’s once every week or week and a half.”
I nodded. “Are you going to tell him you’re seeing someone?”
“I’m not sure. To be honest, he’s never asked. Even when we were in Paris, and I asked him, he never asked me. I think he just assumes I’m not, or maybe he doesn’t want to know if I am. I’m not sure.” When I was quiet, she added, “Would it make you feel better if I did?”
The truth was, it didn’t make a shit of difference if he knew. I was jealous because he’d had her, and in some ways he still did—and I didn’t. Not really anyway. Plus, I didn’t want to make things more complicated for her. “No, I don’t think it would make me feel better. Don’t do anything for my sake. You do whatever you think is best for you.”
Georgia nodded.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“I’m starving.”
I tugged at her hair. “Come back to the room and look at the menu. I’ll order us some food.”
After we ate breakfast, Georgia said she needed to check in with the office and shower, so I gave her some privacy and hit the gym downstairs. When I returned, I heard her talking next door. She hadn’t shut the adjoining door.
“Oh my God, Maggie,” she laughed. “Do not do that. How old is he?”
Quiet.
“I’m pretty sure you can find a man who can do it more than once a night who was eligible to vote in the last election.”
Quiet.
She laughed again. “He definitely can. Honestly, it’s nothing like with Gabriel, and I can’t even put all that blame on Gabriel. Even at the beginning, I didn’t want him the same way I want Max. I can’t explain it, but there’s just so much more sexual chemistry than we ever had.”
Quiet.
“Alright. Well, thank you for holding down the fort. I’m glad everything is going smoothly. Though you know a part of me feels a little sad I’m not as needed as I thought.”
Quiet.
“Okay. Thanks, Mags. Love you.”
I waited a minute, then walked into her room. I’d picked up two more coffees in the hotel lobby. Holding one cup out, I dangled it from my fingers. “Caffe latte.”
“Oooh…my favorite. Did I tell you that?”
I nodded.
She looked me up and down. “Did you shower already?”
“Downstairs, after I worked out.”
Georgia puffed out her lower lip in a pout. “I was looking forward to seeing you all sweaty and then in your after-shower towel.”
I tugged her to me, running my nose along her neck. “I’m happy to get all sweaty again.”
“I’ll definitely take you up on that. Just a little bit later. I made plans for us. Did you have anything on the agenda today? It will only take an hour or two, but we have to be somewhere at one.”
“If we’re in the neighborhood, I’d like to stop by the Garden for a few minutes to check in on my friend Otto. His health isn’t great, and I haven’t seen him in a few weeks.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear your friend’s sick. We can definitely do that.”
I nodded. “Great. So what is it you have planned?”
She smiled. “You’ll see.”
“Alright. Unlike you, I like surprises. So I won’t be trying to figure it out and asking for hints.” I kissed her. “Everything okay at the office?”
“Yeah. Well, except for Maggie considering seducing a nineteen-year-old.”
“What happened to her ex’s lawyer?”
“They finished the last conference and have all the terms of the divorce agreed to finally. There’s no more chance that
Aaron will walk in on them, so I guess she got bored. Plus, the nineteen-year-old is apparently her neighbor’s little brother—the neighbor she used to be friends with who slept with her husband. So this is a new and exciting way of getting back at them.”
“Remind me never to get on Maggie’s bad side.”
“You’re not kidding.” She laughed. “So the place we’re going today is a long walk, but it’s nice out, and the Garden is on the way. Why don’t we stop by to see your friend and then if we have time, I’d love to also stop by my flower shop that’s right near there. It’s the first one I opened. I like to pop in from time to time. Would you mind if we left a little early and did both?”
“Not at all. I’d love to see your shop. We just need to be back by seven.”
“Oh, okay. Do we have plans tonight?”
“Only me. Doing you. I want to make sure we break that record.”
Georgia bit down on her bottom lip. “We could…bank one now with a quickie before we go?”
“Oh yeah?” I grinned. “What’s the fastest you’ve ever come?”
Georgia’s eyes lit up. “I don’t know. But I’m sure we can beat it.”
I lifted her off her feet and tossed her over my shoulder. “Damn right we can.”
CHAPTER 14
* * *
Georgia
“This used to be the prep room, where we dipped the flowers and put them through the preservation process.” I pointed to an area that was now wall-to-wall refrigeration. “We had folding tables I’d bought at garage sales lined up against this wall, and thick plastic bags laid out over flattened cardboard boxes under them to catch any leaking chemicals. Now I have big, fancy machines that were custom made to do what I did by hand.”
I was showing Max around one of my flower showrooms. Back when we’d started, this was my first expansion—taking Eternity Roses from my apartment to this little shop.
“Where are the machines now?”
“In our production facilities. I have one in Jersey City and one out on the West Coast. None of the flowers are made here anymore. These refrigerators just keep the humidity out and keep premade pieces at optimal temperature. We sell stock pieces from the showrooms and take orders for anything customers want custom made. New deliveries come in from the distribution center every day, and all of the orders that are made online, which is the majority of them, are processed from whichever warehouse is closest.”
