CHAPTER 99: BACK IN LONDON COURAGE (5)

Georgia’s breath hitched between their hungry kisses. "I-I don’t think this is a good idea, Nick..."

"Why not?" he murmured against her lips, his voice dripping with dark temptation as his fingers slipped to the back of her dress. A deft flick of his hand unhooked her bra, and with another, he loosened the front buttons just enough to free the soft swell of her breasts.

"B-Because... they might hear me..." Her voice wavered as she watched him tug her bra down, his gaze burning before his mouth closed over her nipple.

"This room is soundproof," he said between slow, claiming sucks.

Her pulse spiked, and she shoved at his chest. "Liar! I heard you swearing at Sarah earlier, very clearly down the hallway."

Nick chuckled low, bracing both hands on the desk beside her thighs, trapping her in. "Did you get jealous, seeing me and Sarah together?"

Georgia scoffed, tossing her head to the side. "The hell! Why would I get jealous?! Do whatever you want—I don’t care!"

A wicked smirk curved his lips. "Really? Then I’ll do exactly what I want." In one smooth move, his hand slid beneath her skirt, hooked her panties, and pulled them down, throwing them aside without hesitation.

"Nick! Don’t—" Her protest broke into a startled yelp when he dropped into the chair and yanked her hips to the desk’s edge, her skirt riding up. Before she could even reach for the discarded fabric, he spread her thighs and pressed his mouth to her center.

Georgia’s fingers tangled in his hair, the sudden jolt of pleasure stealing the ground from beneath her.

"Nick—ahhh..." Her back arched, her left elbow bracing on the desk while her right hand gripped him tighter, desperate to anchor herself.

His tongue was relentless, stroking and circling with an expertise that melted her resistance. The rational part of her mind screamed for her to push him away, but her body betrayed her, trembling and pliant under his touch.

’Damn it... this is spiraling out of control. Why is it so hard to reject him? What the hell is wrong with me?’ she scolded herself inwardly.

Nick’s fingers joined the rhythm, slipping two inside her soaked heat, drawing a strangled moan from her lips.

"Oh... fuck..." Georgia gasped, her hand flying from his hair to cover her mouth, desperate to muffle the sound.

Nick’s eyes lifted to hers, his mouth still working between her thighs, and a wicked smile curved his lips at the sight of her fighting the pleasure he was giving her.

She couldn’t look away. ’God, this is so damn erotic... He’s devouring me like I’m something sweet, something he wanted so badly.’

Her chest rose and fell faster, the tension winding tight in her belly as her gaze locked on him, drinking in every shameless flick of his tongue.

When her moans threatened to break free, Nick rose in one fluid movement, his lips claiming hers in a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue was replaced by the pressure of his thumb against her swollen clit, never losing pace.

"Squirt for me," he murmured against her mouth, his voice rough and commanding. "Right here. Right now. This is my last day in the Captain’s cabin... I want you to be the memory it keeps."

Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip hard, shaking her head as if that could hold back the wave. Speaking felt dangerous—one word and she knew she’d scream with how expertly he was pushing her to the edge.

"N-No... Nick... Mmm... not here..." Georgia finally managed to breathe out, her voice trembling. She tried to pry his hand away, desperate to stop him, because if he didn’t stop, this room would be drenched in her release.

But Nick moved faster. In one fluid, dominating motion, he caught both her wrists and pinned them firmly behind her back. His fingers never slowed, plunging deep and curling inside her with sinful precision.

"F–fuck!" she gasped, clamping her teeth into his shoulder, her only way to muffle the scream clawing up her throat.

"That’s it, baby," he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. "Bite me. Feel every drop of the pleasure I’m giving you. Let go for me... I want you to soak my hand, right here, right now." His fingers struck that exact spot he knew would shatter her control.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling as the coil inside her core tight. Nick’s relentless rhythm pulled her climax from deep within, forcing it to the surface.

"Mmm—!" she moaned into his skin as her hips convulsed, wave after wave tearing through her. Her release burst free, coating his fingers in a hot spray that dripped onto the floor.

Nick withdrew his fingers slowly, holding his hand up to watch her essence glisten under the light. "Damn... now I want this on my cock," he said, voice thick with hunger.

Georgia was still panting, dazed, when she saw him unzip his pants. His hard length sprang free, thick and flushed, and her pulse spiked.

"Don’t worry, baby," he murmured, stepping between her thighs. "I’ll make this quick... but unforgettable."

Before she could speak, he pushed into her, filling her inch by inch, stretching her walls to accommodate him. She gasped, clutching at his arms braced beneath her legs, holding her wide open for him.

Nick started slow, his hips rolling smoothly as he kissed her forehead, temple, cheeks, then finally her lips—soft, almost reverent, as though savoring her before the storm.

Then, without warning, he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt.

"Ahh!" she cried, the sudden force wringing the sound from her before she could stop it.

"It’s okay, Georgia," he growled, claiming her mouth again. "Let them hear you. Let them hear us. Let them know you’re mine... and I’m yours."

And then he began to move, hard, fast, and unrelenting, until her mind spun and her body surrendered to him completely.

"My god, Nick! Ahh..."

"That’s it, baby... good girl..." Nick uttered as he continued pounding her over and over.