Page 77 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

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Georgia’s breathing was ragged when Rainer pushed away from the doorway. His proud length was hard, a detail that sent a flood of warmth to the slick flesh between her legs.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to calm her breathing. They had been together for months, but Georgia was no closer to controlling her reaction to Rainer. All he had to do was look at her with those dark eyes that were lit from within as if they contained a banked fire. The heat in them would melt her, every single damn time.

Sometimes, it was easier not to look at him.

Of course, Rainer liked that. He touched her ankles, running his hands up her leg to stroke her inner thigh. Then he took hold of her hips and pulled her to him.

Georgia peeked at him from under her lashes.

His broad muscular shoulders nudged her thighs a little wider. “Still feeling shy with me, baby?”

Predictably, her breathing came a little faster and Rainer grinned before dipping his head. His breath fanned her intimate flesh before his tongue flicked out to take a long, slow lick. He smiled against her heat when she whimpered. Long moments passed. Straining against the bindings she began to rock into his mouth as her desperation began to climb. The tight claw of need had her in its grip, but Rainer seemed determined to torture her.

Not above begging she whispered to him, promising him anything if he would just let her come.

“Anything?” he asked, pushing two fingers inside her.

“Yes.”

He gave her a naked body a thoughtful and distinctly proprietary appraisal. “When do you have to change your IUD?”

Startled she twisted to look at him, blinking. “What?”

“I know they last a long time,” he said, stroking in and out her with his hand, seemingly focused on bringing her to the bring but not letting her go over. “But they don’t usually stay in forever.”

“Uh, I have to ask my doctor for sure. I think it’s fine for another year. Maybe two.”

“Two?” One of his brows raised, a calculating expression on his face as he methodically worked her clit. “I like the timing of that. Two years.”

She shuddered, the light in his eyes making her breath hitch. “You don’t want me to replace it?” she asked when she could breathe again.

“No, I don’t.” His hand moved over her abdomen, spreading his fingers over it possessively.

“Okay,” she agreed in a small voice. “I won’t.”

Primitive satisfaction flared his expression. “Good.”

Bending his head he used his tongue and teeth to bring her to a shuddering climax.

Arching her back she sobbed in release, half wishing her birth control were out now.

Later. They had time. Georgia wasn’t ready to share him yet.

She was still trying to recover when he flipped her over, arranging her on her hands and knees, her ass at the edge of the bed. His hot hands covered her hips, stroking her clit as his cock rubbed against her cleft, teasing and rubbing until she was ready again. Aching, she pushed back to try and make him bury himself inside her.

His chest pressed against her back. “Still so hungry.” A finger traced her rim before penetrating her. She clamped down on it, throwing her hips back at him. “I love that, you know. I can go down on you for hours, make you come over and over, but you’ll still want my cock after. Like it’s the only thing that can truly satisfy you.”

Georgia’s answering whimper made him chuckle darkly.

His deep voice rumbled in her ear. “Ask me nicely and I’ll fuck you. It’ll be a long, hard ride and I won’t stop until you’re pretty pink pussy is sore and satisfied—and drenched in my cum.”

His voice was dark, velvet temptation. All the while, he continued to work his fingers in and out, teasing her.

She tried to hold him inside, but his fingers weren’t enough. She needed his thick length inside her.

“Please,” she whispered, not above begging. Georgia rubbed her ass against him. “Please,fuck me.”

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