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I uncovered a scrap of silk in the palest white. I pulled the panties down her legs, then shoved them in my pocket. “These are mine now.” I pushed her thighs apart, revealing a small patch of blonde hair. There was just enough light that I could already see her folds glistening. “Oh yeah, you want my mouth between your thighs.”

Her muscles clenched. “Yes.”

Damn, I needed a taste of this woman. I’d been hungry for a taste for years. I leaned forward and buried my face against her pussy. She cried out. I discovered Georgie tasted like the sweetest honey.

“Do you know how many times I fantasied about this?” My voice was low and rough. Gripping her thighs, I lapped at her, taking my time. She pushed eagerly against my mouth. I pulled one thigh around my head. I wanted to make her come on my tongue, wanted to hear her pleasure.

“Nash, God, please. Don’t stop.” Her fingers tangled in my hair.

No chance in hell that I’d stop. I slid a finger into her slick heat.

“Yes.” She tugged on my hair. “Deeper. Push it deeper.”

I pulled out then slid two fingers inside her. Her gasping cries were so damn sweet, and my cock was so hard it was painful.

Working my fingers into her tightness, I ran my tongue over her clit, and she jerked. I sucked it into my mouth, thrusting my fingers deep.

“Nash!” Her thighs shook as she came. She cried my name again, her hands clenching in my hair.

I felt her inner muscles clutching at my fingers.

Fuck. Desire had my insides twisted, my cock in a vise. But this was for her. Nothing felt better than feeling and tasting her pleasure. I rubbed my cheek against her silky thigh.

Finally, I rose, licking my lips. “Perfect.”

She sagged against me with a little laugh. “That was supposed to be my line.” She sounded breathless. “That was…everything.”

No, she was everything.

My everything.

I gently kissed her lips. “Come on, bedtime.”

“I need my panties back.”

“Nope.” With an arm around her shoulders, I steered her out of the storage room.

“Nash.”

I pressed a kiss to her nose. “They’re mine now.” Just like she was.

CHAPTER 22

GEORGIE

Iwoke up and smiled.

Sprawled in Nash’s bed, I stretched sinuously, like a very pleased cat. It felt good to wake up and feel… Not so weighted down by dread and sorrow.

Sitting up, I noticed a fresh orchid on the bedside table, and smiled. This one had tiny flowers, white with a purple center, and was so pretty. I loved every orchid he gave me.

Two days had passed since our dinner at Elysium. Nash had been strict about me resting and healing.

I’d barely done anything, to the point that I felt lazy. He’d had food delivered every day. Last night, he’d cooked steaks on his small grill on the back patio. Other than that, I hadn’t seen much of him during the last two days. His security work at the Avernus was keeping him busy, and he said he had some contract work to do at the Bellagio and the Aurora, too.

I hadn’t wanted to get in his way, not when he was already doing so much for me.

He assured me that he and the others were also busy gathering intel on Dean Snyder in the meantime. He could see the wait to deal with the man was itching at me.