Page 49 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

Peeking up from under her lashes, she noted the way his eyes squeezed shut. One hand stretched out to wrap around her neck as he let his head fall back.

Growing wet at the sight of his surrender, she licked the rim of the head, enjoying the way his entire body grew visibly tense. Then she turned off her brain, focusing only on the hard length in her mouth.

Granted, she didn’t have an extensive basis for comparison, but Georgia thought he was beautiful. Smooth and hard, his pink member jutted proudly from the neatly trimmed fur at the base. Wrapping one hand there, she licked up the side, tracing one of those thick veins with her tongue before letting her teeth graze the rim.

Letting the rate of his breathing guide her, she sucked him in, taking as much as his length as she could. Georgia couldn’t take all of him, but she wanted to. His taste, his groans, it all fed her greed. She wanted to consume him, to please him, so she fought to take him deeper because he loved it.

But Rainer didn’t push for more when she hit her limit. A little too far and she gagged. “Come up here,” he said, tugging her into his lap with implacable strength.

“I like how you taste,” she confessed raggedly as his mouth flamed down the side of her neck. The dampness between her legs quickened and she opened her legs, arching against his cock, shiny with her saliva.

“I know. And you’ll have me in your mouth again,” he promised, putting his thumb against her lips to give her mouth something to suck. “But I don’t want to come there. I’m going to finish in this sweet pussy, and you’re going to take my cum and hold it deep inside, aren’t you baby?”

Georgia whimpered.

He spanked her buttock, sudden and sharp. “That’s not a yes.”

“Yes, I promise.” Georgia tried to climb him, desperate to get his cock inside. But with her hands bound, she was a little unbalanced and she ended up falling forward. She turned her head to the side just in time to avoid smashing her nose into his chest.

His chuckle shook her body. She could still feel the vibration when he lifted her, aligning her so she could slide down on his cock.

He hissed as her sheath closed around him. Eager and hungry, she started to rock, needing his help to balance.

Rainer put his hands on either side of her face. “You’re never going to learn the feel of another man’s cock in your pussy,” he said, throwing his hips up to impale her with his full length. “This hot little cunt is mine,” he whispered, gripping the back of her neck.

Then Rainer wrapped his arms around her, pulling her breasts flush against his chest as his cock thrust into her from beneath.

Holding her body against his pounding thrusts, Georgia focused on her sheath, telling him with every pull of those muscles that she was there with him, that she wanted that thick shaft deep and hard. And then she was crying out, trying to push inside his chest, her body tight as a spring before she broke. Then her vision went out, everything growing fuzzy at the edges before going dark.

When Georgia recovered, she was curled up in Rainer’s lap, one leg splayed to the side as he played with her pussy. Tracing the folds with his finger, he dipped his finger in the cream running out of her and rubbed it around her clit.

The sparks ignited, but her body was wrung out, completely drained. “I don’t think I can come again.”

His grin was dark, predatory. “Challenge accepted.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Rainer wanted to kick himself when he saw the slight tightening in Georgia’s expression as she stepped down into the sunken living room. It wasn’t obvious and she hadn’t made a sound, but it was as if their connection had recalibrated his senses. He was attuned to her inandout of bed.

Scowling, he decided he’d have to strip her later to look for bruises. He didn’t think he’d left any, her skin wasn’t dark enough to camouflage them completely, but maybe he’d missed something.

Or it’s not the outside that’s sore.Even though they weren’t using condoms, which could add to her irritation without sufficient lubricant, Rainer knew he’d been a little too demanding. Enough to leave his delicate lover tender despite his best efforts to take care of her. But the warm baths and baby oil massages couldn’t undo the irritation his greed for her had caused.

Oh, she tried to hide it from him. When he caught her eye, Georgia would smooth out her walk, denying her aches when asked directly. But he knew in this at least, he couldn’t trust her. She was like him—drunk on sensation, her hunger for him making her push her body past her limits. And she did want him so bad it hurt. George didn’t have the sophistication to hide that from him.

We’ve overindulged.Even in his wild teens and early twenties, he hadn’t been this bad. But this hedonistic pace couldn’t be maintained. He’d have to pull back, resolving to start tonight. As for the future, he didn’t foresee a problem. The isolation that had fostered their private sex-fest was about to end.

Powell had called.

He caught Georgia up during dinner that night where they sat at the table instead of the couch as had been their habit.

She blinked those big hazel eyes at him, lips parted. “They only got one kidnapper?”

“Yes,” he admitted. It wasn’t the best-case scenario, but he knew Powell had pulled off nothing short of a miracle tracking his assailants. “But in this case, knowing one means we can guess his co-conspirators with high confidence.”

“Who are they?” Georgia leaned forward, her apprehension apparent.

Part of her had still doubted, he realized. She must have been wondering if she’d been mistaken in clearing her coworkers. Rainer had considered that possibility himself. The voice in her recording could have been an affectation—someone she knew could have been disguising their voice.

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