Page 93 of Twice as Forbidden

“Two hours too long. My cock was made to be inside you.” Her laughter has my dick hardening against my slacks. “If you want to make it to work, I wouldn’t do that,” I warn her.

“Do what?” She smiles at me, and a new sensation stirs to life. Desire rushes straight to my cock, that’s undeniable, but more than that, a rhythmic thrum begins in my chest and turns into a flutter as I take in her sparkling eyes. I lean in, brushing my lips against the corner of her mouth. I want to lose myself in her, claim her lips with a fiery passion, but I stop short. “Who’s the one staring now?” I hold her gaze, savoring the moment. “Do I have something on my face?”

“You’re beautiful.” I let the words slip out without a care for the repercussions. Time is ticking by too fast. Soon, this will end, and she’ll be gone. Tightness grows in my chest, and I refocus on what’s in front of me now. “And I have to fuck you.”

“Whatever you want, boss.”

I jolt awake, shooting forward in my chair. Shit. I must’ve fallen asleep. My eyes dart to Georgia. She’s still unconscious. Noah is sitting in the chair beside her bed, his head lowered. I stand, checking the time. It’s been five hours since they allowed us back into her room. She coded twice—two fucking times she teetered on the edge of death and came back to us.

I check my phone, reading the text that confirms Georgia’s mother is safely en route and should arrive within the next hour or so. The hospital door opens, and Lettie walks in, her red-rimmed eyes telling me she hasn’t slept. Her shoulders slump as she takes in her sister, her sullen face mirroring ours.

“The doctor is making his rounds. He should be in shortly.”

I nod. “Your mother is in the air. She should arrive in the next hour or two.”

“Thank you. For everything. I know you didn’t sign up for all this. Offering my sister an internship and a place to live. She… I knew she couldn’t bear to come home. Even though I begged her to, she—”

“It’s been no trouble. She’s been…”A game changer.

A knock at the door grabs everyone’s attention. “Morning. Sorry to bother you. My name is Detective Shawn Collins. I was hoping to speak to you, Mr. Blake.” Noah’s eyes snap to mine. My expression remains blank.

“Of course. Let’s step outside.”

Noah stands, and I stick my hand out, stopping him. “It’s fine. I’ll be right back.” I walk out of the room with the detective. “How can I help you?”

“Mr. Blake—”

“Call me Jackson.”

“Jackson, I’m sure you’re aware of the severity of this situation. We have one dead kid, one in critical condition, and a woman making heavy accusations. I was hoping you could help me piece some of this together.”

“I have nothing to hide.”

He studies me, his eyes full of suspicion. “What is your relationship to Georgia Price?”

Right to the fucking point. “She’s currently staying with me for the summer, working as an intern at my company.”

“And your personal relationship with her?”

“My personal relationship with her is irrelevant to this matter.”

“It becomes relevant when you’re being accused of sexual misconduct with a minor—”

“Miss Price is nineteen.”

“The timeline of these accusations traces back to when she was underage.”

“Mr. Collins, as I said, I have nothing to hide. Ask questions pertinent to your investigation. The ones you’re focusing on are irrelevant to the issue at hand.”

“And that is?”

“The Hallsteads. Reach out to my lawyer, Craig Stone. He’ll provide any information you need that pertains to me. As for Georgia, she’s the victim in all this. I won’t allow the narrative to be painted any other way.”

“And your son?”

His question hits a nerve. “He has nothing to do with this.”

“Georgia’s dating your son, isn’t she? Vince Hallstead was his best friend. Your son was one of the last people to see him alive. From what we can tell, there was some kind of altercation. Would you care to explain the marks on your face? On your son’s?”

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