Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I stepped forward, ready to push her to her knees, needing those pretty pink lips around my cock, but before I could demand she drop like a good girl, she opened her mouth and wrecked everything.
My cock was more pissed than I was to find out why she was there, invading my private space. Noah knew better than to come in here, let alone allow his guests. Yet, there she’d been, inviting herself into my bedroom to snoop around.
I wonder how far she got. Did she open any of the drawers? See my toys?
Fuck... did she like them? Did they intrigue her?
I shouldn’t have made her leave so quickly. I should have given her more of a scare so she would know not to trespass again. But I can’t deny fantasizing about her in my bed, mewling and moaning while I shoved my fingers so deep inside her, she thrashed and begged for more…
I take another sip of coffee as Noah walks into the kitchen. “Morning.”
He grunts, barely acknowledging me as he heads toward the coffee machine. Noah and I are hardly on speaking terms—the number one reason I’m glad I had the wherewithal to send the little temptress away. I have no problem crossing moral lines with a fucking smile on my face, but I don’t need to jeopardize our barely existent relationship further.
Especially over a girl—his girl.
“Welcome home. Sorry I wasn’t here when you two arrived.”
“Didn’t expect you to be.”
I deserve that. I won’t deny being a shit father. I put my business before my family. It’s why his mother isn’t in the picture, and he resents me, but he also doesn’t seem to mind the perks of being rich. “I had business to attend to.”
“Sure.”
His smart mouth pisses me off. Shitty parenting or not, he’s not going to disrespect me. Even if I’ve been fantasizing about his sexy little girlfriend. “You better watch—”
“Hey, babe. Morning,” Noah cuts me off, and I follow his gaze. Georgia stands in the doorway, her fingers clasped. She’s nervous, and I wonder why. “Georgia, this is my dad, Jackson. Dad, this is Georgia.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say we’ve already met when she walks up to me and extends her hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
I can’t help but smirk. So, this is how we’re going to play this.
I slide my fingers along her palm, engulfing her small hand in mine, and smooth my expression. My dick jumps at the softness of her skin, and I trace her pulse point with my thumb. “Nice to meet you, Georgia,” I say, taking pleasure in the way her hand trembles. She tries to pull away, but I hold on a moment longer before letting go. “Grab breakfast. We’re leaving shortly.”
I stand, giving Noah a hard stare, and walk out of the room, but not before catching Georgia’s eyes and winking.
I’m going to hell.
Chapter four
Georgia
The drive to work is torturous, the silence between Noah and I unbearable.
“Are you going to ignore me all summer?”
“Not ignoring you, George, just don’t have anything to say.”
I slam my fists against my thighs in frustration. “That’s my point! You never want to talk about the hard stuff. I poured my heart out to you yesterday, and all I got was you telling me I was on my own in finding a place to sleep.”
“That’s bullshit. I said you could sleep in my room. You chose not to.”
“And apparently, it was the right decision. Does your dad not approve of me being here?”
He scoffs. “Who cares what he—”
“Me. I do. I don’t want to disrespect him, and he seemed pretty mad when he saw us in bed this morning.”
His hands clench around the steering wheel. “He can fuck off. He has no say in what I do.”
“And me? Am I just supposed to rebel like you seem to want to?”
Noah exhales. “Georgia, it doesn’t matter. He’s suddenly trying to act like a parent when he’s just the guy who pays my tuition. And what does it matter to you? After this is over, we’ll go back to school and go our separate ways.”
Guilt tightens my chest at the hurt in his tone, but he’s not innocent in all this.
“I know you’re mad at me, but—”
“Mad? Why the fuck would I be mad my girl broke up with me? You couldn’t have done this before we committed to spending the whole summer together? When I find summer pussy to replace you since you’re too busy being a selfish bitch, you gonna pretend you still don’t want me?”
I hiss at his words. There he is—the real Noah Blake. “Fuck you.”
“Can’t do that anymore, babe. You’re not my girlfriend.”
As soon as he puts the car in park, I jump out and take a deep breath, hoping to calm myself, but the summer heat only makes it worse.