Page 58 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

She looked back over her shoulder. “Do you have a bunch of freaking house elves on the payroll? Because I know your security is too good for them to have been stolen.”

He covered his face, shoulders shaking. Georgia could make him laugh without trying. “I texted my people the green light before we jumped into the shower. They put the boxes in the spare room closest to the master bedroom.”

A fine black brow raised in mocking awareness. “The one you skipped over?”

He held up his hands. “I didn’t have them unpack them. They were just moved. I still want you in my room with me, but you can use the spare bedroom as a staging point—unpack your boxes, bring in whatever you want to the master suite.”

“And you’re going to make space in that huge honking closet for me? Because I demand half.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

She nudged him with her hip. “I’m kidding. The section that’s still clear is more than enough for me.”

He shook his head. “You say that now, but I have some definite plans for your wardrobe.”

Georgia wrinkled her nose. “You’re going to make me wear dresses, aren’t you?”

He ran his palms down her back. “I have some fantasies that involve lifting your skirt and having my way with you, so maybe you’ll indulge me on special occasions. But I’m a fan of a sharp sexy pantsuit, too. Maybe with some heels?” he asked hopefully. “You’re so tiny, I’m going to get a crick in my neck kissing you.”

“Very well.” Georgia waved airily, a queen addressing her loyal subject. “If I must. But I get to pick them. No stilettos. Those are murder on the feet.”

Rainer perked up. “So, you’ve worn stilettos before? Because one of my fantasies has you standing on that coffee table over there in nothing but heels…with my mouth buried between your legs.”

Georgia inspected the glass-topped coffee table with a skeptical eye, but it turned to fascination when she realized the base was iron that held a massive amethyst geode.

“I’ll do it,” she breathed, touching the glass over the shimmering purple crystals with a reverence he hadn’t expected.

Mental note, cover Georgia in colorful gemstones.Preferably when she was otherwise naked.

That gave him another excellent idea. “I want you to stand there after we fuck, so I can watch my cream run down your silky thighs.”

Shocked eyes flew to meet his. “You want me towhat?”

Cupping her nape, he pulled her close for a brief but possessive kiss. “If you have trouble on the heels, you can sit there and spread those gorgeous legs so I can admire your beautiful pussy like the work of art that it is—pre or post fucking. I’m good with either.”

She covered her flaming cheeks with your hands. “You better give the house elves the day off when we do that,” she scolded.

His eyes widened. “But you’ll do it?”

“Of course I’ll fucking do it,” she said, lowering her hands. “It sounds super-hot.”

Rainer was reaching for her when he caught a glimpse of the wall clock behind her. He groaned. “We have exactly ten minutes before your father gets here for dinner.”

Panic flared. Georgia let go of his hand, then ran down the hall. “Damn it, Rainer, he can’t see me like this! I need clothes.”

“I think you’re perfectly presentable,” he called, grinning when she swore at him.

He turned to find his part-time chef exiting the kitchen. “I think we’ll have dinner in the formal dining room,” he told him.

Wordlessly, Massoud nodded, returning to his domain to prepare.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Georgia exited the spare room two minutes late. Considering that all her things were packed, she had done a remarkable job of getting ready. A record for one of his female guests.

Except she wasn’t a guest. She lived there now.

Rainer gave her a slow smile as Georgia checked her reflection in the hall mirror.

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