Page 56 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

Crying out, she strained against the bonds as he pushed in a final time, muscles tense as iron as he filled her with his seed.

She was still spasming around him when he undid the cuffs, freeing her before turning them around so she landed on top. He didn’t want to crush her, but he liked being close afterward.

Her sweat-slicked body was cooling before she could speak. “I think I’m a nympho now.”

An inelegant snort escaped him. “I love fucking you, too.”

Georgia raised her head, light dancing in her eyes. “Have I ever told you how romantic you are?”

“Hmm. Let me try again…you have the sweetest, tightest pussy in the world.” He grinned, his hand passing over the silken skin to settle on the luscious globe of her ass. “And the most delicious ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of squeezing. How’s that?”

Her laughter vibrated in his chest. “Better. A girl likes to know she’s special, or that her pussy is at least.”

He gave her a minute before flipping them so fast she squealed in alarm. He thrust his rapidly hardening cock back inside her. “Correction. It’s my pussy.”

Georgia’s face softened, the muscles growing lax as he began to surge, riding her with increasingly greedy strokes.

He pinned her wrists down with his hands. “Every inch of you is mine,” he said, punctuating his words with thrusts deep enough to make an audible slap. “Your mouth, that sweet pussy, the glorious ass, your soft skin—all mine.”

Georgia absorbed his aggressive declaration with a gasping moan, growing impossible wetter. “I am, I’m yours,” she breathed, using the freedom he allowed her to wrap her legs around him, pulling him tight as if she were trying to meld their bodies together. “And you’re mine too.”

“Yes.”I love you.The words were on the tip of his tongue, but the hunger dug its claws in, burning away all speech and rational thought.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

Georgia opened her eyes with a start, realizing she had passed out after her last body-wracking orgasm.

Panic fluttered in her chest as she recalled all the things she said, the way she had ceded all control to Rainer in bed. Whatever he wanted, she did, giving him her body with no reservations, no rules. Their connection was blistering, burning so hot that she didn’t even think about what she was doing when they were together.

Reason was rearing its ugly head now. Her infatuation at first sight had officially exploded into reckless full-blown love.

The potential to get hurt was very real here.

The worst part was that she knew she wasn’t even going to try to pull back. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to. Rainer wouldn’t let her. Yes, he was willing to give her some breathing room, always presenting her with a choice. Except it was anything but. Her clawing need had rewired her brain. Georgia didn’t even hesitate, blithely giving away her freedom in exchange for that blistering connection.

It’s a two-way street,she assured her pounding heart. Rainer was in this as deeply as she was. And if any man was worth this headlong obsession, it was this fascinating one.

He was sleeping quietly now, his arm flung out toward her as if he were reaching for her even in sleep. And just like that, she could feel him inside her, his taste flooding her mouth.

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, getting out of bed before she could press against him, rubbing her breasts against him to wake him up.

Instead, she forced herself to get up and examine her surroundings.

The master bedroom was stunning. Sleek contemporary furniture was widely spaced out with the massive bed against one wall and a big, mirrored bureau against the other. Next to it were two plush armchairs with a table in between to make a little reading nook. Beyond it, was a wide balcony bare of furniture. This was separated by a pair of sliding glass doors that framed a picture-perfect sunset over the Pacific.

That view more than anything else drove home one undeniable fact. “He’s too rich.”

Hands closed over her shoulders, making her start. “I hope you won’t hold that against me.”

His voice was a little rough, still touched with sleep. But his hands were warm on her skin.

“It’s unnerving,” she admitted. But that didn’t stop her from leaning against him.

His arms wrapped around her, tucking her under his chin. “It didn’t seem to bother you at the lodge.”

Titled her head up until she met his eyes, she murmured, “Maybe because I knew it was your friend’s house. But this is all you.”

He turned her to face him completely when she winced. “Hey, one of those rooms is yours now. Two if you want your own office.”

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