Page 55 of Georgia On My Mind (Southern Promises)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Come with me to the party, as my guest,” she breathily requested in his ear.

He moaned with want. “Okay. I can stay in the background while you talk shop with your cast. As long as I can watch you from a corner and admire your beauty—and your fine ass.”

She giggled into his mouth, their tongues slowly egging each other on, the want in her belly burning. The night couldn’t get any better. Hart was back in her life.

“I need to get my things.” Pulling back, she noticed his full, moist lips shimmering in the light. He was a sight for her sore eyes, dressed to the nines in his suit and tie; the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. “Come with.” Grabbing him by his uninjured hand, she pulled him confidently backstage. Several cast members lingered in the halls and eyed them with interest. “Last door on the left,” she whispered, knowing exactly what she was about to do. Being a gentleman, he opened the door, palming it so she could walk through first.

“Thank you,” she smiled, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him into the room.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled.

Quickly, she locked the door and turned around to face him while slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

“Gia…here? Now?”

She nodded while sauntering toward him, the burning in her lower region about to combust. He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, pulling it up and over his head. He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt with his injured hand. She tossed her blouse to the side and came to his aid, standing before him in her lacy bra, slowly unbuttoning him. As his broad chest was revealed one button at a time, she ran her fingertips lightly across his skin, making him shiver. “We don’t have much time.” Unbuckling his belt, she hurriedly unzipped him and brought his pants down to his ankles along with his boxers. As she started to lower herself to take him into her mouth, he grasped her head, pulling her back up.

“I need to be inside you.”

Shedding her pants and bra, she turned her backside to him, gripping the edge of the makeup table in front of the lighted mirror, completely naked. His free hand ran across her bare buttocks as she spread her legs and assumed their favorite position.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He grasped her hips, and she could feel the tip of his hardness at her opening.

“Go fast and hard,” she requested, keeping her eyes glued to his in the reflection. He clenched his jaw and nodded before slamming into her with purpose. It was difficult to keep quiet so her cast wouldn’t hear, her fingernails digging into the wood of the table. Hart’s expression was primal as he powerfully pounded her with force. Leaning on her elbows, she pushed her butt up higher, and he pulsed deeper, causing the familiar quickening inside to take over. His hand came around to her front, and he stroked her clit with his thumb, pushing her over the edge. “Oh, god, yes!” she mumbled, wanting so badly to cry out.

“I’m about to come, baby.”

“Yes. Me too.” With a final thrust, she was free-falling while his rigid body stopped and he trembled, pouring a surge of warmth into her. They were both heavily breathing, trying to come down from the fast, intense orgasm and their eyes met in the reflection of the mirror.

“Goddammit, I love you so much, Gia.”

She laughed in between deep breaths. “I love you too, Hart. So much.”

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A jazz trio playing familiar Broadway tunes greeted guests in the magnificent Buckhead mansion of Atlanta millionaire Pete Martin. He was one of the City Springs Theatre’s top billing donors, having “Director’s Circle” access to the successful shows opening in the South’s newest regional theater. A generous theater connoisseur, Pete was a huge fan of musicals and insisted on hosting the opening night party for the Oklahoma cast. Gia had warned Hart about Pete’s outrageous sense of fashion, often wearing colorful over-the-top clothing that looked like costume pieces from Cirque de Soleil. She was correct. The fifty-something eccentric looked like a space cowboy, donning pink chaps over white pants and a crystal embellished button-down shirt topped off with a large diamond enhanced bolo tie as he greeted them in the foyer. His designer glasses were black and white, resembling the hide of a cow. It took Hart a minute to take it all in.

“Darling!” Pete greeted Gia with a kiss on both cheeks and grabbed her hands. “You were brilliant. Everyone is talking about you!” He changed his focus to Hart, raising an eyebrow. “And who is your handsome date this evening?”

Gia giggled, introducing Hart. “This is Hartford Parker. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Hart said.

Pete grabbed his hand and stroked it, a sly smile crossing his lips. “Be still my Hart. Please, come in and make yourself at home.” Hart couldn’t help but notice the man’s hands were incredibly soft.

People crowded every room, and Hart recognized some of the cast. He wondered who the other people were and assumed they were stage crew or family members. Gia was a doting girlfriend and introduced him to everyone she knew. And everyone went on and on about her incredible performance. Gripping his hand, she often blushed at the accolades. Hart watched her with intensity, bursting with pride. She needed this. She needed to feel what it was like to be admired for her talent and not her body.

“Do you need a refill?” he asked, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

“Sure.” She handed off her crystal wine glass to him. “Come right back,” she teased, her blue eyes sparkling with love.

Hart smiled and politely excused his way through the crowd toward the open bar area. As he waited in the short line, he felt a tap on his shoulder. When he turned around, his face lit up at the sight of Ethan.

“Hey! Congratulations, man! What an incredible opening night.” Hart leaned in for a hug, slapping Ethan on the back.

“Yeah. What a night. What did you think of our girl?”

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