Page 44 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Fletcher

“ H ey, I’m about to take off,” Hazel murmurs as she grabs her bag from under the register. “Y’all need anything before I go?”

“Yeah, actually, I could go for a pizza right now,” I say teasingly.

She glowers at me, biting back a smile as she turns toward Georgia. “Do you need anything before I go?”

Shaking her head, Georgia breathes out a chuckle. “No, I’m good, but thank you for all your help tonight.”

“No problem, boss.” Throwing up a peace sign, she says, “See you Monday.”

Following Hazel to the door, Georgia locks it behind her, then turns around and glances at the clock on the wall. “Good god, how did it get so late?” she asks, mostly to herself.

We’ve both been here since ten this morning, and it’s almost midnight.

I was supposed to be off at four, but I offered to stay because the person scheduled to be here with Georgia and Hazel tonight woke up with the flu.

The bookstore hosted a huge release party for Gemma, and it was quite an interesting thing to witness.

People drove from all over the state to be here.

Of course, I’ve known what she does for work, but it was cool to see her in action, even if being around her was kind of awkward.

It’s been just over a month since she and Grace found out about Georgia and me.

We’ve seen each other a few times since then, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t strategically plan my trips to the gym around the same time they came over to watch The Bachelor every week.

Neither of them has said anything to me about it, not that I thought they would, but it still just feels a little weird, since we’re technically family.

I thought the truth coming out would halt things with Georgia, but it hasn’t.

I’m still in her bed several nights a week, and if I’m not, chances are, she’s sneaking into my room instead.

We still haven’t spent an entire night together, which admittedly is annoying.

It’s like, she’ll let me fuck her—or she’ll fuck me—but as soon as it comes time to sleep, that’s too much for her.

And what’s more annoying than her refusal is how badly I want it to happen.

I want to roll over in the middle of the night and have her be there, hold her while we sleep, wake up next to her in the morning.

And thoughts like that, mixed with how light my chest is when I’m around her, one thing’s becoming abundantly clear…

I don’t just have feelings for Georgia. I think I love her.

“I’ll be in my office, finishing up some paperwork,” Georgia says, pulling me from my thoughts. “Shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes, then we can go.”

Following behind her like a puppy hoping to get a treat, I plop down in the chair in front of her desk as she sits in hers. She glances up at me, eyebrows raised. “You’re just going to sit there and watch me?”

“Why not?” A grin splits my face. “And aren’t you going to say thank you to me too, like you did Hazel, for helping tonight?”

“Going fishing tonight, are you?”

“I’m just saying, it was awfully nice of me to save your ass.”

Georgia chuckles, fingertips clicking away on her keyboard. “Nobody loves Fletcher quite like Fletcher loves himself.”

“Damn right.” I snort.

The corner of her mouth twitches, but her focus remains on the computer screen. “Did you get your capstone presentation scheduled yet?”

I nod. “Two weeks from Monday.”

Georgia flicks her gaze over to me. “Nervous?”

“Nah, I’m gonna blow it out of the park.” She lifts her brows, and I blow out a breath as I admit, “Okay, yeah, a little.”

“It’s thorough and well thought out,” she says. “You’re ready for this, and you’ll do great. I know it.”

I’ve never had somebody believe in me as fiercely as Georgia does, and it’s as much terrifying as it is thrilling.

On the one hand, what if she’s right? What if I do pull it off?

Knowing how proud she would be sends me to cloud nine.

But on the other hand, what if she’s wrong?

What if I tank the presentation? The thought of letting her down guts me a lot more than I’d like to admit.

Once I get through this presentation, graduation is right around the corner.

I’m so close to the finish line, and while I’m fucking pumped to almost be done with school forever, I’m also filled with dread.

Once I graduate, I’ll have completed my end of the deal with my father, and Georgia will have completed hers too, and then there will be no reason for me to stay here anymore.

Graduation means returning to Charleston.

That has always been the plan, and it used to be something I couldn’t wait to do, but now I’m not so sure.

I spent my entire teenage and adult life thinking I could never enjoy living in a small town, but now that I’m here, I’ll admit, it’s grown on me.

Between the gym and the bookstore, I’ve met some great people.

Then there’s Georgia. I don’t want to leave her .

If somebody asked me to pinpoint when, exactly, I fell for her, I wouldn’t be able to.

It snuck up on me. Sure, I acknowledged my feelings over a month ago, but they started growing well before then.

And I think she feels the same, but we’ve never outright talked about it.

Which is ridiculous, considering all the time we spend together.

“Okay, I’m done,” Georgia blurts out, glancing at me. “Ready to go?”

Standing up, my mouth twists into a grin. “We’re not leaving yet.”

“Oh?” She chuckles, eyes trailing me as I come around the desk. “And why is that?”

Bringing my hand up, I caress her cheek with the back of my fingers, relishing the way her breath gets caught in her throat. “It’s about goddamn time I finally bend you over this desk, Peach.”

Her eyes darken, lashes fluttering. “You think so?”

My hand wraps around the back of her neck, hauling her body into mine, and I drop my forehead to hers.

“Oh, I fucking know so, Peach.” Pressing my lips to hers, I sweep my tongue into her mouth, tasting her as she fists the side of my shirt in her hands.

The kiss is quick, and it’s messy, and as I pull back, her heated gaze sears into mine. “Hands flat on the desk,” I growl.

She doesn’t even fight me, and that alone makes my dick hard.

Stepping behind her, I bring my hands around and work open her pants before shoving my hand inside.

Heat radiates from her pussy as my fingers come to her clit, circling it slowly.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first fucking time I came in here,” I tell her, lips beside her ear.

As I sink my middle finger into her pussy, I say, “And I think you have too.”

Sighing as I work a second finger in, Georgia shakes her head stubbornly.

“What a bad girl you are, lying to me, Peach.” I nip at her earlobe before removing my fingers, then I drop to my knees behind her and drag her pants down to her ankles.

Smoothing a hand up her back, I press down until her chest is flat against the desk.

Palming her ass cheeks, I spread her open, and my mouth waters as I take in the view.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I rasp, cock stiff and throbbing in my pants.

Leaning in, I drag the tip of my nose along the length of her slit, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Then I do the same with the flat of my tongue, feeling a shiver wrack through her.

“Fuck, Peach,” I groan, kneading her ass as I spread her open wider. “You taste so fucking good after working hard all day.”

Circling her clit, I lick my way up to her ass before slipping the pointed tip of my tongue into her cunt, fucking her with it for a minute.

Georgia moans, pushing back against my face as I feast .

Her arousal covers my tongue, my lips, my chin, and even my nose, and I fucking love it.

I eat her pussy and ass like a starving man, and just as I feel her tense up like she’s about to come, I pull myself out, groaning as I stroke myself, drowning in the taste of her.

“Come on,” I growl as her legs tremble against the desk. “Give me your sweet cum, Peach. Soak my face with it before I sink my cock into this cunt.”

Georgia’s moans get louder and more broken, and when her clit pulses against my tongue, I drop the hand from my cock, worried I’ll nut just from the sound of her coming.

Once she’s done, I stand to my full height and line myself up, sinking in to the hilt before she’s even had a chance to catch her breath.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out, walls clenching around me as I pull out to the tip and thrust back in even harder than the first time. Reaching up, I grab a fistful of her hair as my other hand wraps around her shoulder, using it as leverage as I pound into her.

“You’re always so wet for me, Peach,” I grit out through my teeth. “Your greedy little cunt loves the way my cock fills it up, doesn’t it?”

Whimpering, she nods as best as she can with my hand still in her hair.

“Say it,” I growl. “Let me hear you say it.”

“F-fuck,” she sputters, hands white-knuckling the edge of the desk. “I love it… I love the way you fuck me.”

Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pull Georgia’s body into mine, bringing my lips to the shell of her ear while my other hand finds her clit.

“Imagine somebody walking in here,” I growl, tugging her earlobe between my teeth.

Georgia cries out, body trembling. “One of your employees comes in here and finds you like this, my cock buried deep in your cunt. They’d hear how wet you are for me, how desperate. What would they think?”

“Please…” she begs as her pussy clenches around me.

“Please what, Peach? Tell me what you need.”

Gasping, her hand comes up, gripping my forearm as I hold her against me, and I know she’s getting close again. “Keep talking,” she cries out.

Chuckling darkly, I say, “Does my girl like thinking about getting caught fucking her stepbrother? Hmm, is that it?”

“Oh, god!”

“That’s it, Peach,” I purr. “Fall apart for me, baby.”

“Fletcher… Fuck , don’t stop.” Georgia’s muscles tighten, her whole body going stiff.

“So fucking beautiful.” My chest heaves as I try to suck in air, and my nuts are so full, they ache. “Come for me. Come all over this thick cock, and show me how much you love it.”

Throwing her head onto my shoulder, Georgia cries out, nails digging into my arm as her release consumes her.

She shatters around me, and I revel in everything about it as it sends me over the edge.

My entire body tingles, heat spreading through my veins as her throbbing cunt milks my cock perfectly.

“Oh, fuck, Georgia,” I moan, the edges of my vision turning hazy. “You are perfect.” Pressing my lips to her overheating, slick skin, I pepper kisses along the side of her neck and down to her shoulder. “So perfect…” My body sags against hers as we work on steadying our breathing.

After I pull out, Georgia turns to face me as she cups my cheek and brings her lips to mine.

This kiss isn’t hurried or messy, like it was before.

It’s soft and tender as her tongue rolls against mine, as I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me, and when it ends and her honey-glazed eyes flutter open, they’re misty and red-rimmed.

Neither one of us acknowledges it, but I feel it in my chest, and I know she does too.