Page 43 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

Georgia barely recognized herself. But she didn’t want to turn her brain back on. Now wasn’t the time to overanalyze what was happening between them. Thinking was overrated.

The next day passed in a blur. Rainer kept her bound in the living room, deciding it was warm enough with the heat on. They didn’t have to retreat to the master bedroom. He took her there on the mattress, on the couch, as well as the floor, and once against the wall. He even had her on the kitchen counter, adding enough length to the rope so she could reach.

He bathed her in the closest guest bedroom, still bound. When she ate, it was because he fed her. Very few words were exchanged, aside from a few instructions and her murmurs of assent.

Georgia had given herself over to his total control.

That should have bothered her. She had never seen herself as a weak-willed person. All her life, she’d tried to be strong, to be ballsy and real, like Diamond. But here in this cabin, with no one to judge her, she was simply…his. Incongruously every move, meal, and sexual act felt oddly liberating. Surreal, but liberating.

As soon as the water heater had enough hot water, Rainer drew her a bath in the master bedroom. He took the rope and tied it to the base of the pedestal sink, working around the cuffs as he bathed her himself, taking special care to wash and condition her curly hair.

After he wrapped her in a huge fluffy towel, and she let him dry her, her mind quiescent.

Then he took her back into the living room, bent her over the armrest of the couch, and fucked her until she screamed his name.

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“We have a small problem,” Rainer murmured later that night, inclining his head to press a kiss to Georgia’s forehead. They were sitting on the couch now, with her gamine form curled up next to him. Her head was resting on his chest as she watched the fire, her body naked under the blanket.

He was still dressed, which didn’t seem to bother her. Nothing he did bothered her. Georgia’s trust in him was absolute. It was the most precious gift, more valuable than anything he owned, worth more than all of the money he had in the bank.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, tone still bland, unconcerned.

“We ran out of condoms.”

That roused her. Georgia tilted her head up, a tiny smile playing on her lips. She lifted a wrist. “You didn’t ask for more when you got these.”

Chagrined, his mouth pulled back. “I forgot.”

Her body shook with laugher. “Seriously?”

He lifted a shoulder, curling his arm around her more tightly. “I’m not the one who gets them. My assistant packs my bags, and he throws in a new box every time I go anywhere.”

One fine black brow lifted as she gave him a mini scowl. “I thought you said you hadn’t been sleeping around.”

“I haven’t been, but I didn’t want to go intowhywith an employee. Every time he’d put one in, I’d leave it behind in my hotel room, or if I were in at one of my properties, I’d stick the box in a guest bathroom.”

“You let your friends use your properties like Garrett let you use this one?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, although it wasn’t a question.

Georgia moved her head from side to side, rubbing the back of it against his chest like a cat. She wrinkled her nose. “Leaving the condoms in your guest rooms works, I guess, but I don’t think I’d use a box of condoms I found in a hotel room. I’d be convinced someone had tampered with them, even if the box looked new.”

He hadn’t thought of that. “Well, now I feel bad for being wasteful.”

She put her hand over his heart. “Don’t bother. I’m sure plenty of men just snatched them. There are plenty who don’t worry about consequences.”

Rainer frowned. “Notice how nice and quiet I’m being about Mack.”

Georgia rolled her eyes. “He’s not why I said that. Just a general observation about men.”

“Well, I’m a planner. And I do think about the consequences,” he assured her. “If the roads are not clear enough for the Jeep, I’ll take the snowmobile down to the general store. We could use a few things.”

“Given your love of winter sports, I have to ask, can you even drive one?”

He shrugged. “I’ve used plenty of jet skis. Can’t be that different.”

She was quiet for a long moment before she tugged his head down for a kiss. “Or you can stay here and fuck me without a condom,” she whispered. “You were abstinent for a long time. So was I. We’re both clean, right?”

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