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"Hmm. Destructive striptease," she mumbled. "I like this."

She sat up straight and worked at my belt and then my pants while I took off my shirt. She immediately pushed them down, and then I moved my boxers past my ass, where they fell in a lump at my feet.

She gasped at the sight I'd revealed. "You've been hard like this all along?"

"Georgie, I've been hard for you for hours. Everything about you makes me want you. All the damn time."

I realized a split second later that I couldn't wait until I took her to the bed. Her bare pussy was far too tempting, and she was at the perfect height for this.

I put the length of my cock along her entrance without sliding in. She shuddered, and I knew why. She was still sensitive, and the flesh-on-flesh contact was delicious. I tilted over her, kissing her mouth while I rubbed my cock back and forth, slowly, teasingly. It was more torture than pleasure, but somehow, I also relished the contact. I was savoring our connection in a whole different way.

Georgie moaned against my mouth. I felt her body start changing again, tensing up. Then she whimpered. I knew what that meant—I was going to make her come just by doing this. Heat spiraled through every cell at the realization that I held the key to this woman's pleasure.

But making her come was costing me all my willpower. With every rub, I felt the need to slide inside her more and more until it was like I was about to break out of my skin.

She was so close, her whimpers becoming more high-pitched. She put one hand on my bicep, clasping it tight, digging her nails into my skin. Then she unhitched her lips from mine, throwing her head back. The groan that erupted from her filled the entire room. Hell, the whole of New Orleans, probably. It was the most delicious sound I'd ever heard.

As she climaxed, I slid my cock inside her pussy. She was so drenched that she took all of me in at once.

"Georgie!" My voice was hoarse, I didn't even think she'd understood that I was calling her name. Being inside her after wanting her all day was the best reward. So much need and pleasure. She was pulsing around my cock, and I was already so on edge that I knew if I wanted to, I could probably come just like this.

But hell no.

I started to move, controlling the strokes, at least in the beginning. I kissed her while I thrust in and out. No matter how close we were, how much of her I was touching, kissing, or fucking, it simply wasn't enough.

I shifted her legs so they were wrapped around me and I could push as freely as I wanted. Then I leaned slightly over her, putting my palms on the desk. I needed more of this angle.

As Georgie began to moan again, she pulled her legs up, resting her knees against my rib cage.

"Fuck," I exclaimed. "Georgie, babe... This is amazing. You're amazing."

On every thrust, I alternated between kissing her mouth and her neck. I liked hearing her sounds too much to cover them, yet capturing her mouth while I was balls deep inside her really heightened everything.

Her third orgasm took me by complete surprise. Or maybe I was too lost in my own desire to notice the signs. When she cried out, my own release mingled with hers. I let go of all self-control and self-restraint. I didn't need them anymore. I was giving everything up for Georgie. My pleasure was all hers. I was all hers.

I thrust and thrust until I suddenly couldn't move any more. All I could do then was sustain my weight by resting on my forearms, still buried deep inside her, making sure I didn't press her too hard into the desk.

"Are you okay, beautiful?" I murmured in her ear.

In response, she simply tugged on my earlobe, but it was answer enough.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Georgie

The day of the Landry party came much sooner than I expected. It had seemed so far away, like it would only happen in months, but then it snuck up quickly enough. With the Carnival season over, my business was back to focusing on books. We were already working on the designs for next year’s floats but weren’t in a rush.

"You were right," I said, taking in a deep breath and smiling at the crowd gathered in the garden at the Landrys' home. This was right up my alley. Everyone was laughing and holding a drink, but they weren't champagne flutes. The guests all had either a cocktail glass or a beer, some even drinking from the bottle. I was wearing a dress again, but it was very casual, as Julian had instructed. And I was in flats because I wasn't risking another ankle incident. It was already seven in the evening and dark, but there were plenty of lights around the yard—and heaters, thankfully.

"Let's say hi to the Landrys," Julian suggested.

"Sure."

He took my arm and led me across the yard to a couple who were probably the same age as Calliope and Bo.

"Julian, how good to see you. And this is the famous Georgie," Mr. Landry said.

How did he even know my name? Oh, from the RSVP, probably.

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