Back in Bliss

Chapter Nine

Logan couldn’t believe she was in his arms. How fucking long had he waited for her? How many times had he woken up, his cock in hand, because he’d been dreaming about Georgia Dawson? All he’d had for the last six months were cold showers and his goddamn fist, and now she was here, warm and sexy and so damn fuckable.

And she was so much more than he’d thought. When she’d told Seth not to come between them, he’d realized for the first time that she could handle this relationship.

He was the one who couldn’t. And he couldn’t walk away either.

He laid her down on the god-awful, amazing fucking bed Seth had obviously ordered to custom specifications. Logan had always slept with his damn feet hanging off the bed, but this monstrosity had been built for three and long enough to handle him. Bastard. Seth was baiting a trap guaranteed to lure Logan in, but he couldn’t stay caught. He had a life in Dallas.

Didn’t he? His head was reeling, but he didn’t even want to think about those kinds of decisions right now.

He had Georgia and, for the moment, he could keep her. He had weeks with her. Weeks to lose himself in her.

He settled her against the fluffy comforter, her curvy body calling to him. She looked so sweet and soft and cuddly. He couldn’t tell her how much he loved the whole of her, the crazy-ass bitch who yelled at him, the trickster who tossed his phone, the woman who had been friends with an easily misunderstood Kitten, the badass who told Seth to stay out of her relationship with him. She was such a mystery to him, a complete puzzle that he could spend the rest of his life working out.

But he wasn’t going to spend his life working out all the layers and plumbing the depths of Georgia Dawson. He was going to go back to The Club where he would eventually get to the point where he could fuck the subs he trained, and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing.

Great fucking life.

“Logan?” Georgia was looking up at him, her crystal blue eyes narrowed with worry. She started to reach for the covers, to hide all that beauty from him.

“Don’t you dare cover up. I can’t spank you again tonight, but I can tie you up and make you feel the burn. I can keep you on the edge all night.” He turned back to Seth. “Are you ready?”

Seth stood back. Strange how he was actually comfortable with Seth being all skin out, but then he’d had his first sex with Seth on the other side of the woman they’d chosen. He and Seth had torn through Creede and Del Norte that one summer they’d had before Seth had decided to take over the Western world and had forgotten to come home.

God, he had to get over that. He wasn’t twelve and waiting on his best friend, counting down the days until summer.

“Take her.” Seth tossed his body down on the bed and rolled close to Georgia. “You want him, right?”

What? Logan went on full alert. No. He couldn’t take her first. He wouldn’t stay with her. Seth was going to stay with her.

Fucking take her. She’s yours. She was always yours.

He shook his head. “No. She’s your girlfriend.”

“I want to watch you with her. You’ve known her longer. You’ve wanted her forever. Do you know the heat the two of you put off?” Seth wasn’t ignoring Georgia. The whole time he was talking, his hands were on her body. He leaned over and kissed her, his mouth coupling with hers. Logan couldn’t help the way his cock twitched at the site of their tongues tangling. Seth was sharing the taste of that pussy with her. After a long kiss, Seth rolled away, lying on his side and looking up at Logan. “Go on.”

He wasn’t stupid. Logan knew damn well what Seth was doing. He was offering Georgia up like a gorgeous sacrifice. And she was. He thought she was hot in a pair of jeans and a tight shirt. Holy hell. Naked, she was his every wet dream. Big, soft breasts, hips that curved for days, a plump, wet pussy, and all that honey-blonde hair.

She reached up, a siren calling to him. “Logan, please.”

Fuck Seth. Fuck everything. He couldn’t leave her like that. It was wrong, but he couldn’t let her think for a second that he didn’t want her with every cell of his being. She’d been rejected before. That was why she had all that armor around her. He wasn’t going to be one more idiot man who couldn’t appreciate all that she had to offer. If Seth hadn’t been there, he might have had the strength to walk away. But Seth had always been smarter. He would stay and take care of Georgia. He would have a lifetime with her.

Logan only really had the now. He’d learned that over a year ago on Nate’s desk when he’d discovered his real self.

He shoved the memories aside with a vicious will. Georgia was all that mattered in this moment. Getting inside her, feeling her all around him. Seth wanted to give up being the first? Who the hell was he to turn that down?

He nearly tore his shirt trying to get it off. Thank god he had a tank under it or she would have seen the tat and he would have some explaining to do. He didn’t bother with his slacks. He just undid his belt and shoved them down. “Where are the condoms? You have to have condoms.”

If Seth didn’t have condoms, Logan’s heart just might explode. He didn’t wait for a response, just pulled at her ankles, dragging her down the bed. Seth had gotten a taste of that pussy. Logan wanted one, too. God, he’d been craving her for months. Her pussy was gorgeous. Perfectly shaved and groomed like the rest of Georgia, but now it was sopping wet from her orgasm. Her first real orgasm.

He touched those plump folds, petting them. “You poor girl. No one’s taken real care of you, have they? I will.”

“Logan, are you talking to me or my girl parts?” Georgia was staring down her body, watching him.

He intended to give her a show. “I’m having a conversation with your pussy, baby. I think I’ll just talk to it from now on. It doesn’t spit bile at me.” He drew his tongue from the entrance to her cunt right to just below her clit. “Seth was right. You taste so good.”

His cock was dying, but he needed to memorize that pussy. He had weeks with her, but he was desperate to know her now, to commit her smell and taste and feel to heart so he could pull the memories out in later years and remember what it felt like to be truly passionate about a woman.

Logan licked and sucked, drawing both sides of her labia into his mouth, giving them equal attention and affection. The flesh was perfectly pink and softer than any silk. And she was so hot and sweet under his tongue. She wriggled a little, but he allowed it. Later, he would tie her down so she couldn’t move an inch, so she was forced to take what he gave her for however long he wanted it to go on. It would be all his way in those moments. She would be his submissive, her goal to obey him so he could give her pleasure like she’d never known.

He sank his tongue deep as his mind was swamped with images of Georgia. In bondage, her nipples in clamps he’d placed there, his collar around her neck. He could dominate her in play, but she needed a top in other parts of her life, too. She needed confidence, and a good top could give that to her. A Dom could teach her to value herself.

Seth. Seth would have to do all those things because Logan wasn’t that kind of Dom. He was the kind of Dom who fucked a sub and sent her on her way. God, he couldn’t help anyone with their problems when he was such a fucking mess himself. He was good for a lay, but nothing more. Not for anyone. But he could try with Georgia.

“You taste better than anything, baby.” He fucked his tongue straight up her cunt, softening the way for his dick. He was so hard, and her little pussy was tight as a damn drum. He took his mouth off her, but allowed his thumb to make long slow circles around her clit, not enough to send her over the edge again, but the perfect pressure to keep her there. “How long, Georgia?”

Her lips were trembling as she looked down at him. Her blonde hair was tousled around her shoulders, the tendrils touching her nipples and making her look so sexy he had to take a breath. “So long.”

That wasn’t an answer. He used his thumb and forefinger to flick at her clit. His cock jumped at the little whine that came out of her. “Try again, Georgia. Be specific.”

Her breath hitched again. “At least a year, year and a half. I kind of gave up on trying. And I didn’t really get asked out all that much. Not by nice guys. And then apparently Seth has been scaring the nice guys off since I got to New York.”

“Damn straight I did.” Seth hopped back on the bed after tossing a string of condoms Logan’s way. His hands were on her breasts in an instant, his mouth lowering down to her nipple. “You don’t need a nice guy, baby. You need a me. And a him.”

God knew he needed her. And eighteen months was way too long for that body to go without being loved and worshipped and adored. He got to his knees, kicking off his pants and ripping open a condom wrapper.

He didn’t want anything between them. He’d never had sex without a condom, but it played through his head that if he just took her, she wouldn’t fight him. She was too far gone. She wasn’t thinking about anything but the next orgasm, the next sweet high he could give her. She would accept his cum into her body, and if nature took its course, then that was the way it went and he wouldn’t be able to leave her. He wouldn’t have to be noble. She would be stuck with him.

And so would that kid, and that was why he rolled the condom over his cock. If he wasn’t good for Georgia, he couldn’t possibly be good for a kid. Knowing what he knew about himself, he couldn’t be someone’s dad. How could he explain to a kid what kind of man his dad was? No. That was for Seth. Seth would be the dad. Seth would be the one to marry her.

But Logan could have her now. Logan could try to make sure that he held some tiny place in her heart, even if he was just a fond memory of pleasure she’d had.

“Are you sure?” He had his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he asked the question.

“Please, Sir.”

He couldn’t resist the “Sir,” but then he would never have been able to resist her. This had been inevitable from the moment he’d stumbled on her last night, maybe from the moment he’d met her. Georgia Dawson was it for him.

Logan moved between her legs, settling himself in, lining his cock up. Later, he wanted to feel her mouth on him, try all sorts of nasty positions, but tonight all that mattered was being inside her.

“Take off your shirt.” Georgia reached for his tank.

This was one of those times when it was good to be the Dom. “I’m in charge, Georgia. And there’s no time.”

He pushed in and her eyes widened as she clutched at his biceps. She wasn’t thinking about what was under his shirt anymore.

Seth moved in behind her, her back to his front. It brought Georgia closer, nestling their chests together and Logan realized he wanted to be skin to skin with her, but he wasn’t ready for her to see the tat. He settled for kissing her.

Her lips were so damn soft, like spun sugar, fluffy and sweet on his mouth. She melted underneath him, opening for him and inviting him in. He slid his tongue inside even as he started to ease his cock deeper.

Heat and a thrilling tightness squeezed his dick. She was ridiculously tight. He had to take her inch by inch, gently working his way in. Take an inch, ease back out. Thrust a little harder. All the while, he had to take charge of his brain because he wanted to mindlessly fuck her, to thrust in and not stop until she was coated in his cum, completely branded as his.

But he had to make this good for her. He had to be slow and steady.

“I feel so full.” Georgia’s head rolled against Seth’s chest, but her ankles hooked around Logan’s waist. “More. I want more.”

She surprised him at every turn. “You want more? I got more for you.”

He took another inch with a quick thrust. And then Georgia’s hips shifted and drew him in further, finally taking him to the root. He was surrounded by Georgia’s heat, his skin flashing with fire. She felt so good, so fucking right. He twisted his pelvis against her clit in a long, slow grind. Her chest hitched, her eyes dilating with pleasure. Her nails bit into his flesh, but he liked that bite of pain. He liked the fact that she was leaving a mark on him. He would feel it all day tomorrow and remember how Georgia tightened up when she came all over his cock.

He forced his dick up, trying to find her sweet spot. Over and over, he thrust in and pulled out and ground down. Georgia’s hips moved with his, her body finding a rhythm. He’d expected that sex with Georgia would be a fight, that he would have to force pleasure on her, but again, she threw him for a loop. She worked with him, his name on those luscious lips, her eyes watching him. There was no fight in those baby blues. There was affection and a sweetness that pierced through him. She was his because she gave herself to him, not because he could take her. What Georgia was offering him wasn’t something that could be forced or stolen. It was a gift.

“Oh, baby. I…I’ll take care of you.” While he was with her, he would make sure she wanted for nothing. And when he was gone, he would watch over her from afar.

“I’ll take care of you, too.” She wrapped her arms around him, but moved her face up to look at Seth. “And you, Seth. I can take care of you.”

Seth pressed his lips to hers. “You take such good care of me, baby. Now take care of our girl, Logan.”

In other words, move it along, man. He wanted his turn. Logan couldn’t help but smile because it was dirty anywhere but here. Sharing a girl with his friend like she was a toy was nasty, except when they cared so damn much for her that they were willing to work for her pleasure, her happiness. He could be a part of that for now.

She was ready. Her pussy was still tight but welcoming now. He had to fight his way in, and he groaned at the way she tried to keep him, but she wasn’t feeling any pain. It was evident in the way she shoved her hips up and rolled them, keeping in time to his slow grind.

Over and over he fucked up inside, pressing down and pulling out and making them both insane. He loved how hard she clenched around him, her pussy, her legs, her nails. He forced his dick up, fucking as high as he could into that hot, amazing cunt. His spine was tingling, orgasm on the edge of his consciousness, and then Georgia’s pussy clamped down, nearly strangling his dick. Her pussy muscles milked him. She screamed out his name as she went over the edge, dragging him off that cliff with her.

His body stiffened, cum bubbling up from his balls, and he looked down at her, his eyes helplessly watching her as he came. Her face was so soft, so happy. He’d given her that peace, that joy, and it informed his own. He spurted his semen into the condom, but his brain was envisioning something different. He was pouring all that life into her, his hopes and their future spilling into her womb.

He let his body go, falling across hers, her breasts a perfect pillow. Her arms wrapped around him, no hesitation there. She just wrapped herself around him and pressed her lips to his cheek. So sweet. So goddamn innocent. He’d just had her, and all he could think about was how innocent she was. How she needed a man to protect her, even from herself. His every dominant instinct was engaged with this one woman. She made him want to be a better man, to be more than he was without her.

Logan laid his head on her breast, reveling in the way she smoothed back his hair and held him close.

“That was beautiful.” Seth kissed her temple. “How do you feel, baby?”

“Utterly content.” Georgia had one hand on Logan and one on Seth.

Just for a minute, Logan let go of everything and let himself be in the moment. He settled down on Georgia’s breast and rested, peace flowing over him.

Everything was perfect. If only he could just stay here, in this one moment, his world would be perfect, too.

Seth rolled over and ran a hand over Georgia’s waist, hauling her back against him. Early morning light was streaming in through the roman shades he’d had installed in this room. It was enough to illuminate how freaking gorgeous his woman was.

And to remind him that they were alone in the huge bed he’d had built for three.

Georgia stirred beside him, her backside coming into hard contact with his cock. Damn. How many times would he have to take her before he could be calm? The night before had been utter perfection. Even watching Logan take Georgia had stirred something deep inside him, and it had nothing to do with jealousy. He’d loved watching them together. He’d practically come just watching how deeply connected they were. He wanted that. He wanted to be the third piece to that that trio, and it was all in his reach. All he had to do was take care of his Georgia and convince Logan that he wasn’t as fucked up as he obviously was. He could do it. He could be very persuasive.

Georgia yawned and her backside wiggled against his cock. Fuck. His dick twitched and grew to obnoxious lengths. Even after taking her last night, he needed her. After Logan had pulled his vanishing act—the motherfucking coward—Seth had made love to Georgia, wiping away her tears and making her forget that his best friend was an idiot.

“Good morning.” He kissed her cheek, running his hand down her arm and threading their fingers together.

She rubbed back against him. “Good morning.”

His cock jumped at the husky sound of her voice. He pulled her close, bringing his cheek up to meet hers. “How are you feeling this morning, gorgeous girl?”

He was feeling spectacular. He’d gotten inside his Georgia last night. He’d fallen asleep with her all happy and satisfied with her head on his chest.

“I’m good.”

Yeah. He didn’t believe that. There was a little hitch to her voice that made him hesitate. “Georgia?”

“Do you think Logan’s okay?”

There it was. Fuck Logan. How could he have made love to her the way he had and still walked out on them? He’d watched Seth make love to her and then awkwardly said good night, explaining that before they did anything else, he would need a contract. A fucking contract. Like they were a business deal.

Seth took business seriously, but this was so much more. This was their life, the one they could share if Logan would just let them. If Logan would just let them in. “He’s fine, baby. He’s just taking that Dom thing very seriously. He wanted us to have some alone time.”

Logan had gotten up after the initial sex and made sandwiches. They had needed their strength. Seth had followed and tried to ask him about the new scars on his arms. There were white scars on his wrists and forearms that had obviously been there long enough for Georgia to have seen them before. She hadn’t reacted at all, not to the scars on his wrists or the nasty circles on his biceps. Cigarette burns. He recognized them. His mother used to put out her cigarettes on the furniture when she got drunk enough. But she’d never treated Seth like her ashtray, and someone obviously had with Logan. He’d tried to ask Logan about the scars, but Logan had completely shut down. He’d brushed off the questions and walked back into the bedroom, leaving Seth to finish the sandwiches. When he’d walked back in, Logan had been all over Georgia, fucking her like a man on a singular mission.

What had he been thinking? Georgia had to be sore as hell. Logan needed to take the Dom thing seriously. If Seth knew one thing, it was that Georgia needed someone to take care of her. He kissed her cheek. “I’m going to go start the shower for you. Nice and hot and then I’ll see if I can’t figure out the coffeemaker. Do you want to go into town for breakfast?”

“Sure.” She smiled up at him, but there was a little sadness there.

And all he could do about it was coddle and love her because he couldn’t promise that Logan would come around. He had to admit that Logan might not be easy to win over. Seth kissed her again and rolled out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was a marble monstrosity. The builders had done an amazing job. Why had he allowed this whole place to be built without ever coming down here and checking it out himself? Why had he let Henry make all the connections? Until he’d come here with Georgia, he’d only seen the place in pictures and the artist’s rendition. He’d stayed away because he’d wanted to come back to town as the conquering hero, but Logan had needed him.

How the hell did he figure this out? It wasn’t something he could write a check for. Logan’s problems wouldn’t go away because he’d bought a bed that would fit him or because he’d built a house for them. He wasn’t even sure Georgia could solve Logan’s problems. He only had a few weeks before Logan would have to decide whether to go back to Dallas or stay in Bliss, and suddenly Seth wasn’t sure at all that a couple of weeks would convince him.

Years. He’d let years go by with only phone calls and e-mails, and online game play. And he’d only done that when he could be convinced to stop writing his code. After the code had been complete, he’d set about building his company and he’d spent even less time with Logan.

“Is the water warm yet?” Georgia had slipped into his shirt. She stood there in the doorway looking slightly wary, as though morning had taken the sexy, confident woman and turned her back into a vulnerable girl.

He hadn’t bothered with clothes. And it felt right to be naked with her. He gave her a tired smile and cupped her cheeks, lowering his head to hers and kissing her softly. “Yeah, baby. It’s a steam shower built for an army. It warms up fast. And the towel racks are heated.”

“It wasn’t built for an army. It was built for you and me and Logan, wasn’t it?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry he’s not here with us. Maybe when he gets his contract, he’ll feel more comfortable.”

She bit into her bottom lip, those blue eyes looking up at him. “I want to try with Logan.”

“I know.” And he wanted her to have what she wanted. What the hell was he going to do if Logan walked out? He didn’t want to let Georgia down. It was no way to start a life together.

“But, Seth, if he doesn’t want me in the end, do you think you would try to find another girl? Would you try to find someone he could want long term?”

“Georgia.” He breathed her name as he gathered her close. He wrapped his arms around her. “Georgia, you’re it. Do you understand me? You’re the end all, be all of my existence. I’m never letting you go, and I don’t mean that in a creepy-stalker way, though you should know I could turn into a creepy stalker if you dumped me.”

He felt her smile against his skin. “You would be the creepiest, stalkeriest ex-boyfriend ever. I want to try with Logan, but Seth, if he doesn’t want me, I don’t want this to go away. I need you. I need this relationship. I was willing to give up the sex part to stay your friend because I need you in my life.”

And he needed her, too. More than anything. “I’m not going away, Georgia. And you were only willing to give up the sex because you didn’t know how good it could be.”

“You are so arrogant.” She slapped against his chest, but there was laughter in her eyes as she looked up at him. “I guess my only question is why me? I don’t want to sound like a whiny girl, but I have to wonder. I don’t know if you noticed, but I can be a handful.”

“And you can be amazing, Georgia. The fit yesterday kind of threw me off, and it also did something for me. You’re not some cardboard cutout girl who I’ll always know how to handle. You’ll challenge me and keep me on my toes. Life is exciting with you. You make me laugh, and there is such grace in you. Georgia, you could be anything you wanted to, you know. You just have to figure out what that is. When you know what your passion is, when you find that one thing you want to leave to the world, damn, baby, I want to be there. I want to be beside you. I want to be the man who helps make those dreams come true. You always give me that pep speech before I have to go into a big meeting. What do you say to me?”

Her eyes rolled a little. “Seth Stark is a big deal.”

She’d started it one week after he’d hired her. She’d retied his silk tie and made sure his new Armani suit was smooth, and she’d given him a smile before he’d faced a reporter. He was the billionaire and she’d been the one to lift him up.

“Georgia Dawson is a big fucking deal. She’s the biggest deal in the world to me. I love Logan. I want Logan with us. But if he doesn’t stay with us, I’ll feel bad for him because we can have a great life, Georgia.”

She nodded and took a deep breath then stepped toward the shower, her hand pulling the T-shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. She opened the shower door and turned her head toward him. “Are you coming?”

His dick was right back at full mast. He could practically come just looking at her. But the situation hadn’t changed. “Baby, you have to be sore.”

“Oh, I am so sore. I think we should wait a little while before Mr. Happy plays with my girl again. But maybe I could help you get cleaned up.” She winked as she disappeared.

Fuck. There was no way he would refuse that invitation. Even if all that happened was she ran her hands all over him and got him so hot he couldn’t stand it, it would be worth it because this was intimacy. Waking up next to her, spending the day with her, showering with her. This was what he wanted. This was what had been missing from his life.

He got in the state-of-the-art shower with its nine showerheads. He pressed a button and released the citrus steam.

“I love that smell. It makes me think of mornings.” She reached out for him, her hands covering his chest, slowly moving across his muscles. She hadn’t been allowed to explore the night before. He and Logan had taken charge. They had pleasured her, but there was something about the curious way she ran her hands over his pecs and down to his abs that made him think they had missed something. The water beat against his back, heat stinging against his skin, loosening him up. “I want you to teach me. You know, what you promised to teach me last night.”

His eyes nearly crossed at the thought. “I promised to teach you how to suck my cock last night, Georgia.”

She flushed, pink creeping across her face. Her blonde hair darkened as it got wet, and it reached almost down to her waist. “Yeah. That.”

Inner Dom was flaring back to life. He wanted more from her than that. He wasn’t teaching her how to suck any cock. He was teaching her to suck his, and that was different. If he had his way, she would be sucking his cock for the rest of their lives. “Ask me.”

“What?”

“Unless you’re not interested in the lifestyle, Georgia. I rather thought you were from your reading material. If you’re interested in submission, then we should start now. This is sex, and I’m in charge of sex when Logan isn’t around. I top you, baby, and I want you to ask me for permission to suck my cock.”

Her lips turned down. “You didn’t ask for permission to…do all that stuff to me.”

“No. I didn’t ask for permission to eat your pussy because your pussy belongs to me and I’m in charge of this part of our lives. I want you to think about the last six months. Who was in charge of where we ate lunch and what the chef made for dinner? Who was in charge of my calendar and forced me to take weekends off and then basically planned out those weekends for me?”

A mischievous light came into her eyes. “All right. I can play by those rules. Seth, would you please teach me how to suck your cock?”

Pure pleasure flooded his system, hotter than the water. “Yes, I will do that, baby. On your knees.”

He held her hand, helping her down.

She looked right at his cock. She stared for a while and then her eyes came up. “Is it weird if I say I think you’re beautiful?”

He put a hand on her head. He loved her like this, when everything was stripped away. When all the makeup was gone and she couldn’t hide behind those clothes she wore, that was when she was at her most beautiful. “I’m deeply grateful, baby. And I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Kiss me.”

She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She simply leaned forward and pressed her lips against his aching cock. Sweet little brushes of her mouth that covered his flesh. She kissed the head of his cock and moved along his stalk all the way to the base.

“Kiss my balls, too.” He tried to keep his voice at that deep command Logan seemed to find during sex. It must have been part of his training because Seth was a little worried he sounded like a kid whose voice was changing.

Georgia did as he asked, dropping lower to kiss his balls. They tightened at the touch of her lips.

“Lick them, Georgia.” He’d never done this with a lover, never really taken charge because he hadn’t necessarily cared before. He’d pleasured lovers, asking them what they needed and taking his cues from their bodies, but this was different. He was training Georgia on how to please him. Because she was his. She wouldn’t move on to the next lover.

All fucking his.

He put a hand on her wet hair. “Come on, baby. I want you to suck me. Suck the head of my cock, and then I’m going to work my way into your mouth. You can take me. We’ll work at it, but you’ll be able to suck every inch down.”

Georgia sucked his cockhead inside, her tongue whirling around it, tracing the ridges and lines and smoothing over the V on the underside of his cock. He felt a pulse of pre-cum leak from his cockhead, and she just sucked that up, too. She pulled back a little, lapping at his slit as though trying to draw out another bead of salty liquid.

“Fuck, Georgia. How can you say you’re not good at this?”

“Because I never really tried before. I want to be good now. I want to be the best you’ve ever had. I can be a good student, Seth. I just have to care about the subject. I care about Cock Sucking 101.” She wrapped her palm around his cock. “Well, I guess I really care about pleasing my instructor, but it’s all the same. I want to ace this particular exam.”

Oh, she was going to be so damn much fun to play with. Boss and secretary. Teacher and student. If Logan would just play along, they could get a damn fine game of dominant cops and cute robber going. “I think you’re going to be fine, Georgia. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Suck me. Hard. I want to fuck your mouth.”

She leaned forward and started to eat up his cock. He couldn’t help but stare down, watching as his dick disappeared behind those sultry lips. Something eased inside him, and he realized that he’d been worried she wouldn’t want him the way she did Logan. The sparks just flew off those two, but he had a different relationship with her. Not lesser, just different but still important. Logan had claimed that he couldn’t be friends with Georgia, but Seth was. He’d laid all that groundwork, found a happy companionship with her. The fact that she sucked his cock like no one had before was a plus, but not the center of their relationship. He wanted to hold her hand and see the world with her. He wanted to have children with her one day—way in the future. Because he wanted this time with her.

He gripped her hair, pulling her forward. She could handle this. He’d been afraid she would only respond to Logan, but she wanted him, too. She needed him, and he wasn’t going to hold back. He fucked into her mouth in short strokes, her tongue moving along his flesh, getting him harder and harder, pushing him closer to the edge. She fought him, sucking to keep him inside when he would pull out.

He kept control, wanting the moment to last.

But Georgia had something to say about that. She sucked hard, her hands moving to cup the cheeks of his ass. She used the leverage to force him deeper.

He felt the back of her throat, loved the growl reverberating around his dick, and then she swallowed and he was lost. His balls drew up and shot off, cum pouring from him into her. Georgia drank him down, swallowing everything he gave her. He came for long, delicious moments and sighed a little when he finally popped out of her mouth.

Her confidence was back. That was clear in the sexy, satisfied smile on her face. Damn, he might have made a monster.

He reached for her, pulling her up to him, rubbing his chest against hers and kissing her long and slow, tasting himself on those lips.

“Come here and let me take care of you now.” He picked up the shampoo. It was the type she preferred. He’d made sure the agent who stocked the house had bought all of Georgia’s favorite brands. She was his to take care of.

Georgia leaned back, allowing him to wash her, to clean her hair, to be with her.

Everything he wanted was right in his grasp.

Almost. All he needed was his brother.