CHAPTER 292: KEEP EATING (2)

Georgia’s POV

"Nick, what if someone comes in and sees us? Or even just hears us?" I whispered, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him before his lips could claim mine again. "That’s going to start a huge gossip in the building."

He only gave a small, unbothered smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Then I’ll fire anyone who dares to gossip about us. Especially about you," he said nonchalantly, as if he truly meant it.

He attempted to kiss me again, but my hands were faster in topping him. "Nick!" I half-gasped, half-laughed. "You can’t just fire people because of that. Are you insane?"

He sighed dramatically, then pulled his phone from his pocket and started tapping.

"Clear the CEO floor," he said into the phone with a commanding voice. "No one goes in or roams around. Not even the guards or the janitors. Understood?" He stared at me, guarding me like a hawk, as if I am going to escape his grasp.

When the person on the other end confirmed, he hung up, tossed the phone aside, and turned his attention fully on me. His expression softened, but that mischievous glint remained.

"There," he said smugly. "Now no one will disturb us. Happy?"

I shook my head, biting my lip as I tried not to smile. "You’re unbelievably crazy," I murmured.

He leaned closer, his breath brushing my skin like heat and promise. "Crazy," he said softly, "only for you."

And before I could think of another protest, his hands slid around my waist and he kissed me, deep and consuming enough to make the rest of the world disappear.

When he felt my fingers working on the buttons of his shirt, Nick pulled away just enough to cup my face, his forehead resting against mine. His breath was uneven, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone that always did dangerous things to me.

"Like I said," he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles along my jaw, "I’ve imagined myself inside you in so many ways, in so many places. You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you when I saw you here earlier. I’ve been waiting for this moment longer than you think."

A slow smile tugged at my lips. "So that’s why you turned this into our own private wedding expo? So you could make me come here every day?" I teased, tugging lightly at the fabric near his chest.

He chuckled, a soft rumble that vibrated against my skin. "Guilty," he whispered. "And baby, there’s more I plan to do, so you’ll think of me everywhere you go. Every room. Every corner. I want them all to remind you of us."

I hooked my fingers around his belt and pulled him forcefully and suddenly closer until our bodies met. "Then we better start now. Looks like you have a long list of positions and places you want to fuck me. And baby, I want to be fucked by you, too, so badly," I said softly, my voice daring and sweet all at once.

The air between us shifted instantly—his gaze darkened and unforgiving, his jaw tightened, and before I could take another breath, his mouth was on mine again, fierce and consuming. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a delicious punishment, a warning, and a confession all at once for the filthy words that came out of my mouth.

The second I managed to unbuckle his belt and tug down his zipper, his mouth abandoned mine, only to travel lower. His lips brushed down my neck, hot and hungry, until he reached my chest. He pushed my bra up just enough for his mouth to claim me.

The moment his tongue circled my nipple, a sharp gasp tore from my throat. My fingers tangled in his hair, desperate and trembling, as his mouth closed harder around me. He sucked, hard and arousing, while his other hand found the neglected peak and pinched it between his fingers. Pain and pleasure blurred together until all I could do was moan his name.

Every nerve in my body was on fire. I was already drenched, pulsing, aching for him to touch me where I needed him most, but he hadn’t even gone there yet. He was taking his sweet time, and God, it was torture.

When he finally released my breast, his grip shifted to my hips. He dragged me closer to the edge of the table, his eyes dark and commanding. He grabbed two nearby chairs and placed them on either side of him.

"Put your feet here," he ordered, his voice low and rough.

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart hammering in anticipation.

He pulled another chair and sat between my spread legs, his gaze burning into mine. When his finger slid down and brushed against my slick heat, I shuddered.

"Already so wet," he murmured, a wicked smirk curving his lips. "And I haven’t even really touched you yet."

I matched his smirk, breathless but bold. "Love, you’re not the only one with a vivid imagination," I teased.

He looked up at me, eyes glinting with desire. "Oh? Then tell me, baby, what have you been imagining all this time while we’re alone in here?"

A small laugh escaped me. I was flushed, half-embarrassed, and half-aroused by the thought of saying it out loud. "If I tell you," I whispered, leaning closer, "then you have to do it."

That cocky grin of his returned—slow, dangerous, and utterly delicious.

I perfectly know what that smile means, and it’s screaming so loudly.

Game on.

"Tell me, love," he murmured, his voice dripping with challenge. "I want to hear every detail. Because once you do, I won’t just do it—I’ll make sure I exceed every single one of your expectations."

That proud, confident tone sent a shiver racing down my spine. I met his gaze, heat curling between my legs. "Exceed my expectations, huh?"

I teased, dragging my lower lip between my teeth. "Alright then. First..." I leaned in, my breath mingling with his. "I want you to put your finger inside me—while you kiss me."

His lips curved into a dark, knowing smile. "Easy," he whispered.

Then he stood, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to slow. His hands framed my face, his mouth crashed into mine, and everything else vanished.

His kiss was deep, hungry, commanding—while his fingers found their way exactly where I wanted them.

And when he said he’d exceed my expectations...

He wasn’t lying.

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