Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Just thinking about it wakes my dick up.
It’s why I find myself at the private gentlemen’s club most nights. To have a woman on her knees, watching the intensity in her greedy eyes as I gag her with my cock… fucking her mouth until pretty little tears stream down her face… the satisfaction of my cum coating her throat, her chin…
Fuck...
My thoughts circle back to the little surprise I found waiting for me last night.
Georgia. Like the peach.
Noah’s fucking girlfriend.
With all the alcohol flooding my system, I thought I had set up a playdate and forgotten. When I walked into my room and saw her, even from the back, my cock sprung to life. Unlike the women I usually hire, she was dressed in black yoga pants and a short, tight shirt, exposing her lower back. Her hair fell to her shoulders, and I imagined it would feel like silk between my fingers as I tugged and pulled on it.
The little thing jumped when I spoke. She’d been nervous, and it had made me harder. I enjoy a woman who knows what she wants. But the ones who need to be taught are a rare breed. She reeked of innocence, and I wanted nothing more than to ruin her, starting with tasting her full lips and working my way down to tease her plump tits while I stroke my cock between them.
I stepped forward, ready to push her to her knees, needing those pretty pink lips around my cock, but before I could demand she drop like a good girl, she opened her mouth and wrecked everything.
My cock was more pissed than I was to find out why she was there, invading my private space. Noah knew better than to come in here, let alone allow his guests. Yet, there she’d been, inviting herself into my bedroom to snoop around.
I wonder how far she got. Did she open any of the drawers? See my toys?
Fuck... did she like them? Did they intrigue her?
I shouldn’t have made her leave so quickly. I should have given her more of a scare so she would know not to trespass again. But I can’t deny fantasizing about her in my bed, mewling and moaning while I shoved my fingers so deep inside her, she thrashed and begged for more…
I take another sip of coffee as Noah walks into the kitchen. “Morning.”
He grunts, barely acknowledging me as he heads toward the coffee machine. Noah and I are hardly on speaking terms—the number one reason I’m glad I had the wherewithal to send the little temptress away. I have no problem crossing moral lines with a fucking smile on my face, but I don’t need to jeopardize our barely existent relationship further.
Especially over a girl—his girl.
“Welcome home. Sorry I wasn’t here when you two arrived.”
“Didn’t expect you to be.”
I deserve that. I won’t deny being a shit father. I put my business before my family. It’s why his mother isn’t in the picture, and he resents me, but he also doesn’t seem to mind the perks of being rich. “I had business to attend to.”
“Sure.”
His smart mouth pisses me off. Shitty parenting or not, he’s not going to disrespect me. Even if I’ve been fantasizing about his sexy little girlfriend. “You better watch—”
“Hey, babe. Morning,” Noah cuts me off, and I follow his gaze. Georgia stands in the doorway, her fingers clasped. She’s nervous, and I wonder why. “Georgia, this is my dad, Jackson. Dad, this is Georgia.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say we’ve already met when she walks up to me and extends her hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
I can’t help but smirk. So, this is how we’re going to play this.
I slide my fingers along her palm, engulfing her small hand in mine, and smooth my expression. My dick jumps at the softness of her skin, and I trace her pulse point with my thumb. “Nice to meet you, Georgia,” I say, taking pleasure in the way her hand trembles. She tries to pull away, but I hold on a moment longer before letting go. “Grab breakfast. We’re leaving shortly.”
I stand, giving Noah a hard stare, and walk out of the room, but not before catching Georgia’s eyes and winking.
I’m going to hell.
Chapter four
Georgia
The drive to work is torturous, the silence between Noah and I unbearable.
“Are you going to ignore me all summer?”
“Not ignoring you, George, just don’t have anything to say.”
I slam my fists against my thighs in frustration. “That’s my point! You never want to talk about the hard stuff. I poured my heart out to you yesterday, and all I got was you telling me I was on my own in finding a place to sleep.”
“That’s bullshit. I said you could sleep in my room. You chose not to.”