Page 54 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

Rainer kept a careful eye on Georgia’s face as she entered his apartment. One of two available penthouses, his home was a three-thousand-plus square foot suite spanning two levels and four bedrooms as well as an office and a gym.

But Georgia hadn’t noticed any of that yet. Her attention was fixed on the stack of boxes piled in the foyer. One item, a battered stuffed cow, perched on top.

Georgia snatched the cow, hugging it to her chest. “So, is there not enough storage downstairs?”

His heart was suddenly pounding so hard she could probably hear it. “I know it’s presumptuous, which is why I didn’t have these unpacked. But I was hoping, given how close we’ve become, that you’d consider moving in here with me.”

His voice was hoarse by the time he was done. It didn’t help that Georgia was just staring at him. Then she looked down at the cow as if she were having a silent, one-way conversation with it.

Damn it.“You know what? This was a bad idea. It’s too soon. I can have these taken downstairs right away. My people can have your bedroom set up in less than two hours—three tops.”

It was going to be very awkward facing Ephraim every time Georgia didn’t go back downstairs to sleep in her bedroom—and he wasn’t willing to back down on this point. She could go through the motions of living with her foster father, but her nights would be spent with him.

Then Georgia stumbled toward him, wrapping her hands around his waist. She buried her face in his chest, still holding the cow.

Rainer had his answer.

“I’d like you to sleep with me, but you can still have your own bedroom for whenever you need a break,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

His lips twitched as she tightened her hug, driving the plastic eyes of her stuffed animal into his back.

“If you don’t mind, maybe the cow can stay in your room. He’s cute and all, but I think having an audience might put a damper on things.”

Her snicker was muffled against his chest. She looked up at him, lush lips fighting a grin. “Mr. Mooney will be staying in another room. What we do is not appropriate for his innocent eyes.”

Body relaxing, Rainer hugged her to him, letting his head fall back. As long as she was willing, he wasn’t taking advantage of her. He simply needed to make sure he had her consent.Which is why you should show her the changes to the bedroom before you do anything else.

But Georgia had plans of her own. Her hands moved to tug his shirt collar. Obeying her wordless directive, he snatched her up instead of bending, guiding her legs around him as he took her mouth.

She parted her lips for him obediently, whimpering as he covered her ass with his hand, cupping and kneading.

“Okay, tour later,” he muttered, tearing his mouth off hers. Hoisting her higher, he walked straight past the living area to his room down the hall.

He dropped her lightly on the bed, belatedly noting she was still holding the stuffed cow.

Georgia turned her head all around, taking in the spacious master suite, but stopped short when she saw the California king’s wrought-iron headboard.

Two adjustable ropes were tied to the decorative rings. They stretched over the pillows, ending in a pair of padded cuffs.

“I just added this,” he confessed, patting the recently installed headboard. “My old one wouldn’t have accommodated them—no place to tie the bindings.”

Georgia blushed, butting his arm with her head. “Did the installation guys lay those out for you?”

“I did that myself, thank you,” he said primly before adding slyly. “There are leg restraints this time, too.”

Lips parting, Georgia took a shuddering breath. “Where are they?”

Rising, he walked to the foot of the bed, pulling out the ankle cuffs he’d attached to each leg of the frame.

Satisfaction flooded through him when her legs crossed, thighs clenching together.

“Strip,” he ordered, voice hoarse.

Standing in a fluid move, Georgia started to unfasten her pants, then hesitated. “Mr. Mooney,” she said, snatching him up.

Pivoting on her heel, she opened the nearest door, which happened to be the walk-in closet.

A squeak escaped her. “This is bigger than my whole damn garage.”

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