Page 43 of Own the Eights Gets Married
His gaze dropped to her plump lips. “We need to take matters into our own hands.”
The tip of her tongue wet her top lip. “It does seem like the only reasonable solution.”
“Come to think of it,” he said as his gaze continued its descent to her thighs.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I could really use a spa treatment, too,” he finished as his blood supply headed south.
“It has been quite a day,” Georgie added, her breaths growing shallow.
He cut the ignition and took off his seatbelt. “I want to be clear. What we’re proposing is not sex. It’s a spa treatment.”
“Exactly! It’s not sex,” she answered, pointing at him with the pen.
“Bear with me a sec. I want to make sure I’m clear on what you’re proposing,” he said, using the last of his brain cells not already focused on theno sexspa treatmentwith Georgie to put together one final coherent thought.
They needed to be on the same page if, somehow, the frau ever caught wind they’d broken the no fornication rule. And if she did learn of their naughty disobedience, they’d need a plausible defense. After witnessing the wedding planner’s operation today, he wouldn’t put it past her to have bugged his car.
Georgie clicked the pen, and he unfastened her seatbelt with a click of his own.
“This spa treatment will consist of my cocktreatingyour—” he began as her pen clicking drowned out his words.
“Yes!” she interrupted with a supersonic click speed that would put a woodpecker to shame.
“It works for me. I’m in!” he said, pulling her over the console and onto his lap.
“For the treatment,” she said, still clicking the pen.
He plucked the damn thing from her fingers and tossed it into the back seat.
“That’s right! For the treatment,” he echoed, weaving his hands into her hair as their mouths crashed in a wantonness kiss.
What was it about breaking the rules that made thisspa treatmentso enticing?
She gasped against his lips. “Jordan, I need to feel you. I need it now.”
His heart rate kicked up as his body went into complete carnalspa treatmentmode. Had he ever needed her as badly as he did at this moment? It sure didn’t seem like it.
Georgie pushed up onto her knees as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his boxer briefs, freeing his hard length.
“You are really ready for this spa treatment,” she said, staring down at his cock with hungry eyes.
“I think you should know by now I do not fuck around when it comes to Kama Sutra emergencies,” he growled.
“And spa treatments,” she said with a naughty-girl twist to her lips.
“Especially, spa treatments,” he reaffirmed, then reached under her skirt and threaded his fingers into the lace band of her G-string. “What are we going to do about these? Panties are prohibited for this treatment.”
She gave him a playful pout. “This treatment room is quite snug, and I don’t have much room to move around. You’ll have to rip them off. That is, if you’re up for some panty ripping?”
Was he up for ripping the panties off the sexiest woman on the planet?
That would be a hell yes!
He snapped the lace of her G-string like a panty-ripping Incredible Hulk.
Georgie inhaled a tight breath as he tossed the remnants of her undergarments into the back seat to rest next to the damn pen.
