CHAPTER 143: EROTICA NOVEL (2)

Georgia’s POV

"Look what I found on your bed, Georgia." Nick’s voice was low, teasing, dripping with mischief. He lifted the book, waving it just out of reach, his smirk sharp enough to make my pulse race. "Were you thinking about me while reading this?"

Heat flooded my face. "Of course not! I was trying to read something to make me sleepy, but it didn’t work—so I went to the other room to find another book." I marched toward him, reaching out, desperate to snatch the damn thing back.

But he moved it away with infuriating ease. His eyes glinted darkly as he leaned back on the bed, that dangerous grin tugging at his lips. "So... why exactly didn’t it make you sleepy? Could it be..." his gaze dragged over me slowly, hot and unrelenting, "...because it made you wet instead?"

"Nick!" My voice cracked, too defensive, too breathless, as I lunged for the book again.

He chuckled darkly. "Georgia, if you’re horny, you don’t need this." He tapped the cover against his thigh like a weapon, then dropped his voice into something sinful. "All you have to do is tell me—and I’ll do more than any book could ever teach you."

God, he was insufferable. And yet, the smugness in his tone, the fire in his eyes, made me ache inside.

"It was given to me when I got engaged, okay? A gift. It’s not like I went out and bought it," I hissed, flustered.

Nick tilted his head, amused. "Oh? Is this where you learned to tease me back on the island? What other educational material did you ’study’ to prepare for your honeymoon?"

I groaned. "For God’s sake, Nick! It’s not like that. Now give it back!"

But instead of handing it over, he tossed the book to the far corner of the room—too far for me to reach—then seized my wrist in one swift motion.

Before I could protest, he yanked me down onto the bed, pinning me beneath the full weight of his body. His breath was hot against my ear when he whispered, "If you want lessons, Georgia... I’ll give you something far better than words on a page."

"But of course, if there’s something in those pages you want to try," Nick murmured, his voice wickedly soft, "I’d be more than happy to make your fantasies come alive."

"Nick... aren’t you tired from work? Let’s just sleep," I whispered, trying to wriggle out of his grip and slide deeper under the covers. My protest sounded weak even to my own ears.

But he didn’t let me go. His hand slipped beneath my panties with a boldness that stole my breath. His finger brushed against my soaked entrance, slick and shamelessly needy.

"But your body says otherwise," he drawled, eyes darkening as he traced me slowly. "You’re dripping, baby. Let me take care of that."

In one swift motion, he yanked my pajama bottoms and panties down, tossing them aside, and before I could even gasp, my shirt was gone too. I was bare beneath him, trembling, vulnerable—and yet burning.

He hovered over me, his touch languid and commanding all at once. His hand skimmed down my face, traced the line of my ribs, and stopped just above my navel. He circled the sensitive skin there with his thumb, making me shiver, while his gaze locked onto mine.

"Let me take your stress away tonight, Georgia," he whispered, low and sincere, and that alone made my chest tighten. "I know we can’t solve everything right now... but I can make sure you rest easy. Let me be the one to calm you."

His words were more intoxicating than his touch, his sincerity more arousing than the thumb that now teased lower, pressing against my clit in lazy, taunting strokes. He knew exactly how to touch me—with words, with hands, with the dangerous way he aroused me.

I nodded, breathless, surrendering. Maybe he was right. Maybe what I needed wasn’t books or distractions. What I needed was him.

He smirked, and that sinful glint in his eyes ignited my core. "Good girl," he praised, and the way it rolled off his tongue made me wetter. "Now relax... let me do the work. By the time I’m done, you’ll sleep like a baby."

He lowered himself between my thighs, spreading me open with care. His eyes never left mine, even as his head dipped, descending toward the heat of my slit.

My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, my heartbeat thundering in anticipation. The rest of the world blurred; there was only Nick, only us.

His tongue slid slowly between my folds, parting me, tasting me, until he found my clit. Then he licked, slow, deliberate circles, then slick strokes up and down each flick, driving me higher.

A strangled moan broke from my lips. One of his hands found my breast, his thumb and fingers rolling my nipple in a steady rhythm that made me cry out louder. The dual sensation, his tongue lapping me, his hand teasing me, was enough to make my body quiver and melt beneath him.

I was dripping, aching, craving. My walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled, as Nick devoured me like I was a delicious meal... His last meal.

My fingers twisted into the sheets, the other tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate. His tongue was relentless—slow, deep strokes that made my back arch, sharp flicks that stole the breath from my lungs. God, he was too good. If he didn’t stop, I was going to come undone right on his mouth.

"Nick..." My voice broke, trembling between a moan and a plea. "N-Nick, enough... put it in me already. I need you inside me."

Every nerve in my body screamed for him—my walls swollen, clenching, aching for the stretch of his cock instead of the sweet torment of his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with me. "You mean this?" His fingers slid inside me in a slow thrust, curling wickedly as his thumb pressed against my clit.

I writhed, whimpering, but shook my head. "Not your fingers, Nick..." The words came out raw, desperate, as my hips pushed helplessly against his hand.

He gave me that devilish smirk—the one that always makes my stomach flip and my body obey. His gaze locked onto mine, dark and demanding, forcing the truth from me.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Georgia. Tell me exactly what you want." His voice was low, taunting, the kind that stripped away every ounce of restraint.

He wanted to hear me say it... The lewd words he likes hearing from my mouth. He wanted me shameless, needy, ruined.

And God help me, I wanted to give him exactly that.