Irresistibly Dangerous : A Marriage of Convenience Romance (Irresistibly Yours Book 5), page 25
Her chest heaves as she sucks in air, her breathing ragged and out of sync the closer she gets. My long fingers fill her up again and again, pumping harder until I’m practically holding her entire pussy in my hand so I can fuck up into it. It’s messy and wet, and Georgia’s cries and pleas are loud, her body thrashing as she gets closer. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Between her face and her pussy, I can’t stop staring at both.
And then she detonates, her orgasm exploding through her with a loud cry and a wet gush as her thighs tense and squeeze against my hand. I groan at the feel of it, rubbing my cock into her leg, crazy with the need to drive into her as I toy with her clit and fuck her pussy through her orgasm. She sags into the couch, a sweet, contented smile on her lips, and I slip my fingers out and bring them to her lips.
Her tongue comes out and her eyes open, immediately locking on mine as I slip one finger and then the other inside her mouth. With a smile, I lean down and kiss her, tasting her orgasm on her mouth and licking every place inside her that my fingers just were. Reaching down, I rub my tenting cock over the rough material of my jeans before one-handedly undoing the button and zipper and shoving them down my legs, all the while my other hand is behind her back, unclasping her bra.
I run a possessive hand down her side, feeling every curve and dip, relishing the softness of her pale skin. I swirl her nipple with my tongue, taking myself in hand and stroking a few times, dragging out the sensation, building this up again for both of us. She moans, and that sound—that fucking sound she makes—could tempt an angel to fall into sin. Her hands go to my hair as I open my mouth wider, taking in as much of her tit as I can.
Rolling on top of her, I pin her down, sliding my body between her thighs that she has willingly spread wide for me. I reach down and grab the hem of her panties and rip them away so I can grind up into her slick heat, feeling her cum coating my cock.
“Is that what I did to you?” I tease, flashing a smug smirk.
Climbing up her body, I straddle her upper thighs without lowering my weight and press her legs closer together. I continue to play with her, using the hoop in my tip to rub her clit, only to slip down and rim her entrance.
“Oh, hell. I’m burning with that.” She gasps, and I breathe out a quiet laugh as a sweet little blush races up her face as if validating her words. I do it again and then once more before I wedge my cock in the tight fit of her pussy just like this. Her hands scramble up, gripping my arms and tugging me forward as she cries out at the first thrust.
My eyes close, and I savor the feeling of her, letting my head fall back for a moment as I sit here, both of us adjusting to this angle. Opening my eyes, my chin drops, and I stare down at her, holding her gaze as I slowly slide back and then thrust up. With a firm grip on her hips, I yank her body to me at the same time, demanding she feel every inch of me like this.
All the air leaves my lungs as I slide in and out of her, rubbing her G-spot with every pump, watching her as I roll my hips and fuck into her.
“Do you like that?” I can’t help but ask. “Do you like getting fucked like this?”
Her hands wrap around my neck in answer, dragging my face down to hers. Our foreheads meet, and our lips layer.
“Now I do,” she says. “Fuck me hard. I want every inch you can give me until I’m so full you’re all I’ll feel.”
I shake as I plant my hands on the couch on either side of her head and roll my hips in an undulating rhythm that quickly has us both gasping.
“Ah! Lenox, God.”
With my thighs on either side of hers, I’ve got her pinned in place, with no ability to do much other than let me drive into her the way I want. My lips claim hers, my tongue coaxing, kissing her soft and gentle even as I fuck her deep and thorough.
“Georgia,” I breathe against her mouth. “Nothing ever feels as right as when I’m inside you.”
She moans, holding me close, taking me as I push into her, against her, digging in and driving my thrusts so all she can feel is me. I struggle to catch my breath as her pussy grips my cock like a fist. All the while I roll in and out of her, deeper, a little harder, more intensely each and every time.
I lower myself fully until there is no room between us, my pumps growing harder and faster, deeper somehow. Her moans turn louder with it, her pleas more insistent, desperate, anxious for me to make her come. Her pussy tightens around my cock, and my head flies back, my mouth opening on a silent groan.
“Jesus, Georgia.” I squeeze one tit and moan, “Oh, fuck,” as my orgasm threatens.
“Lenox,” she wails as I ram harder into her sweet spot. “Don’t… I’m… oh, God, yes.”
A growl tears past my lips as heat, almost painful with how it burns and sears through me, shooting like a blowtorch. Her body jerks and thrashes as I pick up speed, pounding into her now, fucking her through this orgasm, and then the other that quickly comes on its heels. And when she’s finally lost her mind, when I can no longer hold off even as I want this to last and last for-fucking-ever, I let go, my back arching and a bellow seizing my lungs.
My forehead slips to her shoulder, and I jerk twice more into her, unable to catch my breath as stars dance behind my eyes. I collapse in a heap, staying inside her, and turn her head so I can capture the corner of her sweet lips. My chest swells as I hold her, as I continue to rock slowly and deliriously into her.
She’s mine. My wife, my lover, my future, and my past. No more dancing around this, no more fighting—at least not without the good kind of making-up—and no more pretending it’s not as real as it gets.
No matter what.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Georgia has been dancing around the kitchen for the last two hours, baking what I believe to be sugar cookies, wearing one of my shirts, knee-high socks, and nothing else, all the while listening to Christmas music. The next song comes on, and Alice gives a bark.
“I know,” Georgia exclaims, doing a little shimmy to the upbeat, croony voice of whoever is singing. “This is one of my favorites too.”
I groan as I lift my gaze away from my laptop. I’ve been sitting at the breakfast bar watching her while needing to get work done. I could go to my office. I could lock myself away. But the view is just too damn good for me to even attempt to put one foot in front of the other. Over in the great room, I have the television on mute as I casually watch the football games. Asher is playing in the four o’clock game, and he already texted me this morning to tell me that he’ll miss me at the game.
During football season, I do try to go to as many of his home games as I can, but between Georgia and the snow, that didn’t happen this week.
Still… “Georgia, it’s not even Thanksgiving yet.”
She throws me a menacing glare. “Uh, next week is, and it’s a blizzard outside,” she states in such a way that suggests this is standard blizzard protocol.
“So? It’s Maine. A blizzard isn’t exactly uncommon up here. We get them through April.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “April?!”
I shrug. “Sometimes, yeah.”
She shakes her head. “How am I going to deal with that?”
That gives me a moment of pause. Because while I chose Maine for several reasons, she didn’t. She is a self-admitted city girl. “Would you rather move back to Boston?”
She freezes and does a swivel in her socks to fully face me. “But you live here.”
I nod, watching her carefully.
She tilts her head. “I can’t tell if you’re asking if I want to move back to Boston without you or if you’re offering to move with me back to Boston. Sometimes your short answers, silent demeanor, and stoic expressions make it difficult to glean your full meaning.”
My lips twitch. “You’re not living anywhere I’m not.”
“Okayyy.” She drags out the Y sound. “So, you’re offering to move there?”
I shrug and she rolls her eyes.
“No wonder you’ve been single since me. If you weren’t a totally hot nerd and didn’t know how to fuck like a porn star, women would never bother with you.”
I bark out a laugh.
“Women talk too much.”
“It’s so true. We do. But in answer to your question, I don’t know.”
“Women do that too. Give vague responses.”
“Agreed.”
The timer goes off on the oven, and Georgia immediately springs into action, throwing on her oven mitts and pulling out the third tray of sugar cookies. How or when we’ll ever eat all of these, I have no idea. She removes them from the tray, and places them with care onto the cooling rack so she can frost them later like she did the first two batches.
Once that’s done, she turns back to me. “Do I have to decide now?”
“No,” I tell her. “Of course not. I just didn’t want you to think we had to stay here indefinitely if it’s not where your heart is. We can stay or go or do both, however or whenever you like.”
She gives me a flirty smile. “You’re going to make me wet again with talk like that.”
“You’re not warning me against anything I don’t always want.”
“My vagina needs a minute to recuperate after the workout you gave her this morning.” Yeah, I might have pounded her a little rough while I had her blindfolded and tied to the bed.
“Don’t worry, your pretty pussy is safe for a little while longer. I’m getting work done.”
She laughs, seeing through me, and goes back to icing the already-cooled cookies. “Speaking of Thanksgiving, are we doing it here or going to Boston? My mom has already informed me she’s going on a solo cruise, which I think is fantastic.”
“Boston,” I tell her, watching as Alfie tries to pull some shit with the bogus financials I gave him access to. “Probably Zax’s, though it might be Asher’s since he’s not playing on Thanksgiving. Fallon was saying she might be on call, so she didn’t want to do it at her and Grey’s warehouse.” Which is where we had it last year, though Fallon wasn’t back in the picture yet.
“When do you want to tell Grey and Zax?”
“I was thinking somewhere between the turkey and pumpkin pie, but only after they’ve had the vat of expensive bourbon I plan to bring them,” I answer distractedly as I hit the command then wait, watching carefully to see if Alfie notices that I just disabled his antivirus. The thing with hackers is that you can’t just penetrate their systems the way you would a standard person. We have alarms and are constantly checking for things like that. Paranoia over getting doxxed is real, not to mention hackers love to go up against other hackers.
I feel Georgia move in beside me, and I lean back in my chair so she can climb on my lap. “What is all that?”
I wrap my arms around her, still waiting, still watching, a silent mouse hiding in the wall, not yet ready to sneak out and go searching around for crumbs.
“That is Alfie.” I point over to the window on the right of my computer. “He’s trying to fuck with my banking.”
Georgia gasps, and I kiss her neck reassuringly.
“It’s not my real banking. I set up a completely fake computer and phone system that he believes is my real one that he’s gained access to. He’s been weeding through work emails and banking and other nonsense but keeps getting locked out of doing much with it, which I can tell is frustrating hm by the frequency that he returns. And this”—I point to the other window—“is Alfie’s computer. I’ve had access to it since he ‘hacked me.’” I put air quotes around that since he only hacked what I allowed him to. “But I just enacted my first command since setting up a rootkit on his computer last week. I was letting him grow comfortable in my system, but now I’m done letting him feel comfortable.”
“Rootkit?”
“It basically means I have the highest privilege in his system. I can do anything I want with it.”
“Will he know it’s you?”
“No.” I trail kisses up and down her neck. “He thinks I’m as dumb as a sack of bricks, and everything I’ve shown him has increased that belief. He’s gotten an eyeful of my bogus searches. Everything from workouts to protein shakes to sports podcasts to tattoo groups and forums. I even threw in some basic porn.”
She laughs. “Really? Porn?”
“Georgia, I think it’s something like over ninety percent of males, regardless of their sexual preference or desires, search for some form of porn at least once a month.”
“I believe it.” She leans back against me, and I take a deep inhale of her. She smells even more like cookies than she normally does, and I can’t help my body as it stirs against her.
“What will you do now that you’re in his world?”
“Depends on what I find. I turned off his anti-virus, and I will do something with that, but I’d like to look around first. Discover his true demons. Alfie doesn’t strike me as the sort to give up, but he also has a very public image and job he wants to protect. He’s the CEO, making plenty of money, and truthfully, he wasn’t going to get access to your shares or money. His sniveling, rodent of a son was ,and now that Ezra has been arrested and some of his skeletons have been brought to the light of day, Alfie needs to save face and not do anything stupid.”
“Like stalk and threaten the chairwoman of the board.”
“Like that.”
“You mentioned the other day that they’re no longer trying to have the validity of our marriage called into question, right?”
“No. Their attorney told them they have no case.”
“Do you think this is all behind us? I mean, do you think they’ll officially let it all go?”
“I don’t know, Georgie. I’d love to tell you yes, but in my experience, men like them don’t like to lose at any cost. But where their egos and pride lead their charge, it’s ultimately their biggest weakness and what we can use to our advantage.”
I get an elbow jab for calling her Georgie, which makes me chuckle, and then I nip at her bare shoulder that’s slipped out of the side of my oversized shirt she’s wearing.
“I haven’t heard a peep from them since Ezra got arrested. Not one. The board meeting is the week after Thanksgiving. Maybe they’re waiting for that, but I honestly can’t think of anything else they can do at this point. They have no legs to stand on. It’s why I married you.” She pivots on my lap and gives me a cheeky smirk and wink.
“I’m not saying they’re going to try to get you to marry Ezra anymore. But I don’t trust that their fight is over. Alfie is poking around your stuff too.”
“So you said the other day.”
I hold her tighter against me, dragging her back right up against my chest. “He won’t get anything we don’t want him to have. I’ve gone through your stuff and locked it all down. He’s good, but I’m a lot better. He’s searching for vulnerabilities, the same way I did with Ezra, but he won’t find anything he can use to discount you or me.”
She sighs. “How have you not had the FBI or NSA knocking on your door?”
“Because I have nothing to prove to anyone. I’m not a hacktivist, and I don’t have a master plan to overthrow the government. I don’t need to hack something just to prove I can, or do it simply because I can. My father always told me not to hack something for pride or arrogance because that’s how you get in trouble. Like our friends here.”
“But what you do is still illegal.”
I stiffen because we’ve never directly talked about this. “Yes,” I hedge and clear my throat. “Does that bother you?”
I watch her face as she thinks about that, and her hand trickles along my stubbled jaw. “No. I mean, as long as you’re not doing it for evil or to unnecessarily hurt people.”
“I don’t. Unless someone tries to fuck with someone important to me.”
She smiles and rubs her nose against mine. “I love your protective side. It makes me feel safe. Like I know that no matter what, you’d never let anyone hurt me.”
“I won’t,” I promise her, my lips grazing hers. Knowing I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that promise and never break it.
“What in the Long Island Sound are we doing out here?” Georgia shrieks as icy wind along with an unpleasant pelting of snow and ice barrages us.
“We have a dog.”
“Can’t she poop inside?”
I laugh watching Georgia jump up and down, hopping from one foot to the next as if the snow-covered earth she’s standing on is made of hot coals, and she’s afraid of burning her feet through her knee-high snow boots. She’s wearing about ten layers, including the biggest, puffiest coat I’ve ever seen. Her hat covers practically her entire head, and she has cashmere gloves under her snow mittens.
She’s goddamn adorable.
“You didn’t have to come out for this.”
“I thought it would be fun to play in the snow.”
I grin. “And now?”
“Now it’s not as fun as I thought it’d be.”
We’re standing on my large deck, which already has about a foot of powder on it, with more to come. It’s supposed to stop sometime tomorrow, and the power hasn’t so much as flickered once. It’s honestly not that bad. Just another storm, but Georgia isn’t buying that from me. Alice, meanwhile, is loving it. She’s prancing all around, jumping and diving in and out of the snowbanks.
“How are we ever going to get out of here?”
“What?” I laugh with a bemused chuckle.
“You live in the woods in an unpaved area. It’s not like Mr. Snowplow Man can come through.”
“Mr. Snowplow Man?” I might die a little at that.
“You know what I mean.”
“I have a truck with a plow on the front of it. I’ve never had a problem getting out before and I’ve lived through some big storms.” Just then my phone rings, interrupting us. I pull it out of my pocket, squinting against the ice and snow as it almost instantly covers my screen. Swiping my finger along the screen, a spike of urgency crawls over me as I answer. “Brooklynn?”
Georgia immediately stops jumping and stares at me, her brows furrowed.
