CHAPTER 121: HER SWEETNESS (1)

Georgia crossed her arms and leaned against the vanity, her towel slipping slightly. "Think carefully," she warned, her tone equal parts playful and daring. "You only get one chance."

Nick rubbed his chin between his fingers, exaggerating the thinking gesture before his lips curved into a slow grin. "I know exactly what you’ve written." He crooked his finger at her, beckoning her closer.

Georgia scoffed, but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. With an eye roll, she padded toward him, settling on the edge of the tub. She bent low, close enough that his breath brushed her ear.

When Nick whispered his answer, her eyes widened instantly. She jerked upright, staring at him in shock.

His smirk deepened. "Why do you look like that? Don’t tell me I nailed it. Let me see what you’ve written."

Georgia’s throat tightened. Before Nick could fully process her silence, she darted for the counter, snatched up the folded paper, and bolted out of the bathroom.

"The hell—?!" Nick muttered, splashing water as he vaulted out of the tub.

He didn’t even bother with a towel, sprinting after her into the bedroom. Just as Georgia lifted her hand to toss the paper away, Nick lunged. His wet body collided against hers, and he snatched the note from her grip at the very last second.

She froze, heart hammering, eyes wide as she spun to flee again. But Nick was faster—his hand shot out, fingers curling firmly around her wrist.

Pinned by his grip, Georgia’s breath caught when she saw his devilish grin, water still dripping down his sculpted body.

"Going somewhere?" His voice was low, dangerous, teasing.

Her cheeks flamed. "That wasn’t supposed to happen. How the hell did you guess it?!"

Nick leaned in, eyes locked on hers, his smirk dripping with knowing arrogance. "Simple. Every time I’m about to pull out, you cling to me—tight. You drag me deeper, like you don’t want me leaving. I know you’ve been curious, wanted to try it at least once. Am I wrong?"

Georgia’s face burned hotter, but she tried to scoff. "Forget it. It’s risky."

Nick stepped closer, tugging her against him until her back nearly hit the wall. "You wouldn’t dangle it as a reward if it was. Don’t lie to me, baby. You’ve already checked your calendar..." His lips brushed her ear as his voice dropped to a smug whisper. "...and you know tonight is your safe day."

Georgia’s eyes flickered with curiosity, her voice low and hesitant. "Have you ever tried it before?"

Nick’s gaze locked on hers, steady and unflinching. "No," he admitted, his tone rich with honesty. "I would never risk it with anyone else. With others, I always used protection—or pulled out. I don’t want to be tied down by someone I don’t trust. But you..."

His hand brushed against her damp arm. "...you are not just anyone. You’re the only woman I’d trust this with. If you’ve done your calculation, then I’ll claim my reward in advance. Tonight is safe too, right?"

Georgia’s breath hitched. Her cheeks warmed, and she looked away quickly, as if the intensity of his gaze burned straight through her. But she still gave a small nod.

Nick’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied grin. "Good girl."

He tugged her flush against him, one arm banding firmly around her waist while the other rose to cup her face, coaxing her chin upward until she could no longer escape his stare. "There’s no need to hide that blush now," he murmured, his voice like silk over steel.

"I’ve wanted this from the very first night... wanted to feel all of you, unguarded. I’ve wanted to mark what’s mine."

Before Georgia could respond, Nick’s mouth crashed down on hers, a kiss both hungry and claiming, swallowing the small gasp that escaped her lips.

Nick guided Georgia backward with slow, deliberate steps, his lips never leaving hers. One arm anchored firmly around her waist, the other cradled the nape of her neck, steadying her with every retreating step until the back of her legs brushed the edge of the bed.

He lowered her down with care, his palm sliding beneath her head as if she were something precious—fragile in his hands, but wholly his.

He hovered above her, his breath mingling with hers, kisses relentless and hungry. His hand wandered, mapping her curves until it cupped her breast, his fingers teasing her hardened peak through soft flesh.

Georgia arched into his touch, feeding his fire, her lips parting under the claim of his mouth.

With a subtle shift, Nick pressed his knee between her thighs, coaxing them apart before settling between them.

Georgia instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place, while her hands explored him with fevered curiosity—tracing the ridges of muscle, skimming over broad shoulders, memorizing the strength beneath his skin.

When Nick finally broke the kiss, it was only to trail lower, his lips blazing a path until they reached the swell of her breasts. He caught one in his mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive bud, while his hands kneaded and claimed both with greedy worship.

Georgia’s breath came ragged, her moans spilling unrestrained as her body writhed under him. Boldness sparked in her; she pressed lightly against his shoulders, urging him further down.

Nick lifted his head, eyes gleaming with mischief, a sinful smirk curling his lips. "You want me to go down there and taste you, don’t you?"

Georgia bit her lip, nodding shyly, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her hunger.

"My pleasure," he murmured, his voice dark silk. "Spread those pretty legs for me, baby—let me feast on what’s mine."

She obeyed without hesitation, opening for him. And the moment Nick lowered himself and pressed his mouth against her clit, devouring her with unrestrained hunger, Georgia’s cry tore from her lips.

"Ahh—Nick..." she moaned, her back arching, fists twisting the sheets as pleasure consumed her.

But Nick wasn’t rushing. No, he would draw every sound from her, savor every tremor of her body, because this reward—her surrender, her sweetness—was worth lingering over.