Page 40 of Twice as Forbidden

My gaze sharpens, locking onto him in silent warning. But he’s too caught up in his own arrogance to recognize the threat.

He turns and swims next to Georgia.

“S’up, pretty lady? Still can’t believe Noah landed your fine ass. You know... we used to share everything in high school.” He waggles his brows, and I reach forward to grab the back of his head and thrust his face underwater when Jefferson’s voice halts me.

“Steaks are ready.”

“Sweet!” Vince says, winking at Georgia and swimming off. Motherfucker. Tad follows, and I wait until there’s no one in earshot before addressing Georgia.

“You good?”

“Grossed out. What a pig.”

“You should meet his father. He’s just as horrible.”

“The man who beat you by a point?”

I splash her. “Half a point.”

“Oh, that’s right. It must have hurt, being so close to something you wanted and unable to attain it.”

She is going to fucking get it. “You have no idea.” I want to rip off her sunglasses and bask in the heat building behind her eyes. Mine drop to admire her nipples poking at the fabric of her top. “If you don’t want me to pummel every twat here, I suggest putting those away.”

Her chin dips as she gazes down at her tits—mytits. Then her eyes meet mine, the sexiest fucking grin on her face. “Can’t really control that. I’d have to not be turned on for that to happen.”

Fuck. Me.

My hand twitches with the need to shove her face into my crotch. That little stunt in my office was risky, but fuck, those lips are magic. I was in a daze for the rest of the afternoon. It was all I could do not to buzz my assistant and have her add a standing appointment each day.

“Why are you turned on, Peach?” I question, knowing I’m asking for trouble.

“I can’t stop thinking about how it felt to be filled in so many places—insooomany ways.” She licks her bottom lip. “Do you think anyone would notice if I slipped my fingers inside my bottoms?”

“Georgia,” I say in warning.

“I ache so bad. I bet I’d come all over my hand at the smallest touch.”

“You’re going to fucking get—”

“Dad, you two getting out? Jesus, enough work talk,” Noah says, bringing his attention back to his friends.

Georgia smiles. “Thanks for thework chat, Mr. Blake.” She swims past me and climbs out of the pool. I, on the other hand, have to wait until my fucking dick goes down.

Chapter seventeen

Jackson

Mypatienceisn’trunningthin; it ran out over an hour ago. What the fuck does she think she’s doing? Another round of laughter echoes from the theatre room. Noah and Georgia have been down there for hours, watching movies.

I told her. Made myself clear. I had full access to her when I pleased.

Dinner was fucking hell. Sitting there, watching those dumb fucks show off in front of her, wanting nothing more than to pull her into the pool house and bend over and fuck her raw. Since that wasn’t something that could have happened, I stepped away, throwing myself into work instead. When I reappeared, his friends were gone, and Noah and Georgia had settled themselves in the media room.

The second Noah went to bed, I was going to make Georgia pay for all her teasing today. I plan to mark her ass—one slap for every hour she made me wait. Another round of laughter, and I snap. Grabbing my phone, I fire off a text.

Me: Tell Noah you’re going to bed. Shut your bedroom door and come to my room.

I hit send on the number I obtained from HR. Three little dots appear and then disappear a few seconds later.

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