Page 61 of Taming Georgia

Oh crap!

“Wait. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

Wyatt looks confused. “No.”

“What about that blonde chick from the club?”

His lips purse as he thinks for a second before realization dawns. “She’s just a friend.”

“With benefits?”

“No, Peaches. Just a friend.”

“So, you just pick up your drunk, barely dressed female friends from the club often?”

“If they need me to.”

“To what? Take them home to play Scrabble?”

“Not usually. We’re more into Monopoly.” He smirks.

I hit his arm. “Wyatt, I’m serious.”

“She’s one of my childhood friends. She needed help, and I helped her. That’s all. I’m many things, but a liar isn’t one of them. You can trust me to be honest with you.”

“Okay.”

He grins. “But I’m kind of liking this jealousy thing. It’s pretty hot.” He grabs my waist and pulls me onto him.

I shake my head. “It is not.”

“With you, it is. Though you’re pretty gorgeous regardless.”

“You’re pretty gorgeous, too. I’ve always thought so.”

Wyatt’s eyes darken, and I feel the familiar pull deep within my gut. I toss the bedsheet to the side and throw my leg over his pelvis to straddle him. Leaning down, I kiss…my boyfriend? My Wyatt?It doesn’t matter what I call him; he’s mine. This kiss is different than any others we’ve shared. There’s no underlying insecurity. I’m utterly certain that this is where I’m meant to be—with my lips on his.

Wyatt kisses my neck, and I release a sigh of pleasure.

“Full disclosure,” he says between kisses, “that puppy is probably shitting all over the house.”

I giggle. “I don’t care. I’ll clean it up.”

His lips kiss across my collarbone. “She’s also probably chewing a hole in the couch and destroying your phone charger.”

“All replaceable.” I moan as his mouth covers my nipple.

When I slide down onto Wyatt’s shaft, we both vocalize our pleasure.

“Fuck, Peaches. You’re perfection. Where have you been all my life?” Wyatt’s voice is all gruff and husky as he grabs my hips to control the pace.

I know his question is rhetorical, but I answer anyway, “Trying to make my way back to you.”

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“If God wants to make up for all the shit I’ve been forced to live through, Georgia would be a fucking amazing apology.”—Wyatt Gates

“Don’t forget that Daisy, LuLu, and Santa Baby need their meds before you leave. The log is on the filing cabinet,” I tell Xavier as I fuss with a lock on one of the kennels that’s been sticking.

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