I shook my head. He knew damn well I’d say anything right now.
“One lie and this ends. I walk. And Georgie, I’m not coming back.”
I stiffened. Now that I had Deck, I couldn’t ever imagine not having him, but it was going to be hard as hell explaining the purging. He’d never understand why I had to do it. Shit, I didn’t understand it. Kai seemed to. The charming bastard had one hell of a fucked-up mind. I didn’t even want to know what had happened to him to find out why he was the way he was.
“You want to come?” Deck asked.
“Baby, my clit is a grenade with the pin pulled.”
He chuckled and I almost opened my eyes at the unfamiliar sound. Deck rarely chuckled and the warmth filling my chest was as if I’d been handed heaven in the palm of my hand.
Then his tongue flicked across me and I sighed with relief. His hands gripped my thighs and he was licking between my folds, tasting, as the rumble of his groan vibrating against me made me arch into him. His hands tightened on my thighs and opened my legs even further.
Circling, suckling then roaming slow and hard over my moisture. His hand left my leg and then his finger shoved inside me and I cried out. The pressure built into a cavalcade of emotions as he pressed in and out while his tongue flicked and suckled repeatedly until I screamed out. Arching into him and grabbing his head, my hands curled into his hair.
He kept going, pressing my orgasm out longer until I was so sensitive I was pushing his head away. He growled at me and grabbed my wrists, forcing them down hard on the desk and locking them in place. Not even for a second did his tongue stop.
My legs quivered and were closing in on his shoulders as I wiggled to get away from his mouth. “Deck.” It was hurting. Uncomfortable. Almost painful until suddenly it stopped and I felt the familiar pressure building inside me again.
“Oh, God. Oh, God!” It hit me like a bolt of lightning and I banged my head against the desk as I came again, fighting against his hands as my body arched and tried to curl into him.
Finally, he gave one long, slow lick up me then let me go.
I WANTED TO shove my cock into her so badly it was like trying to stop myself from drinking a glass of water in the middle of the desert. I had no doubt she wouldn’t complain, but I knew she had to be sore after I fucked her like a crazed animal and she’d been a virgin.
Jesus. A virgin. I may have kept men watching her, but I never suspected she hadn’t had sex before. She talked like she did. I’d hated it when her mouth would run off about fucking, licking or anything sexual. She even flaunted Crisis, the sex-crazed guitarist in the band Tear Asunder. Nearly sent me over the edge when I saw her arm around him.
Crisis may be a flirt and a slut, but he wasn’t stupid and he’d backed off Georgie despite her protests. I had wondered if she’d ever slept with him, though. Now, I knew, and I realized the tightness in my chest was gone. She was mine. Completely.
I sat back in the chair and watched as she slid off my desk then reached over and slipped on her track pants. Looking at her now, it wasn’t painful like it had been for years. Now, it was … freedom. For today—tomorrow. For-fuckin-ever.
She climbed onto my lap, her knees on either side of me, arms linked around my neck. I put my hands under her ass and held her. I could already tell she was going to be sassy. Georgie had this sparkle in her eyes that was like the brightest fuckin’ star in the sky. Then she’d get this little pull at the corners of her lips; it was subtle now and I liked it better. Sometimes, I’d watch her and it was exaggerated, and I thought it had looked forced. Now … now, she looked at ease, even after putting her through the patience game of sexual denial. Nearly destroyed me and I’d be having blue balls for the rest of the afternoon.
I’d take it. Anything to see her like that, wet with her legs parted and quivering. Chest rising and falling as she waited for me to give her what her body was begging for.
Her fingers curled into my hair at the back of my neck. “Cupcake status has changed. You’re the fucking cake and the icing with those little red things on top.”
I chuckled. “Cherries.” I didn’t know where she got comparing men to desserts from, but it was Georgie and I thought it was adorable. Fuck, I said adorable. Shit.
“And the red ants … I take that back.”
My brows rose. “Red ants?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, I thought you were really uptight and could use some red ants up your ass. Well, you are uptight, just a different uptight.”
I laughed throwing my head back and my chest rumbling with a deep, rough sound. Georgie was staring at me with wide eyes and open mouth. “You say anything else about me?”