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I grin at him and then wrap my lips around his crown and suck inward. Time to show him what I can do him.

Chapter 26 – Troy

I didn’t expect the night to end like this when I was riding the train, scrolling through the photos of Georgia that the paparazzi plastered everywhere today.

Her eyes haunted me—too wide, too damn vulnerable for a woman who’s supposed to be untouchable. I could see it beneath that practiced smile, the pain she was trying to hide after everything that went down with Liam. And I hated that I wasn’t there.

Or maybe, deep down, I knew exactly how this night would go. Knew I’d have her sweet pussy in my mouth again before the sun set, drinking her down like she’s the only thing that can satisfy this ache inside me. Knew I’d make her forget every asshole who hurt her and Liam today. And Iwillmake them pay for that—I’m not done with them yet. But right now?

Right now, I’m here.

What I hadn’t counted on was Georgia surprising me. Pulling me in like I’m the only thing she’s been craving. Meeting me stroke for stroke, her hunger matching mine with a desperation that’sgot me coming undone. This isn’t just her giving in to me—this is hertakingwhat she wants. And fuck if I don’t love it.

The women I’ve “dated” in New York? They’ve all been for show—arm candy to keep the press distracted, to play the part of the polished, respectable politician I’m supposed to be. I’ve fucked a few, sure, but never at my beach house. Never where itmattered. Casual hookups were for the penthouse I kept in the city—nights when I was too exhausted to make it back to the Hamptons before Liam came to live with me for good and Max was off at college. The beach house has always been sacred, reserved for home, for family. Those other women, with their pretty faces and sometimes sharp minds, were mostly for optics. They couldn’t satisfy my sexual desires nor ever keep my interest for more than a night.

But even those occurrences?

It’s been a long time. Longer than I care to admit.

And none of them—none of them—ever made me feel this.

This raw, unrelenting hunger. Thisneed.

Georgia’s different.

She’s not just in my bed. She’s in myhead. And I don’t know if I’ll ever get her out.

She isn’t just for show.

She’s got me. She cares about my family. She understands me in ways that no one else has. I’ve opened up to her only a little, yet it’s still more than any other woman I’ve ever brought into my world.

And none of them have ever given me head like she is.

I look down at her, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deep, gagging but clearly enjoying every second of it. A humof pleasure vibrates against my sensitive skin as she sucks me inward. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, spit dripping from the corner of her mouth, and it’s like she’s born for this—for taking my control from me, and making me lose mine.

And I fucking love it.

She pulls back just enough to pump me with her hand, staring at my cock like it’s the most desirable thing in the world. My throat dries as I watch her. Then she does something that catches me completely off guard. She looks at me, winks, then spits on my cock to wet it before smiling and taking me down her throat again. When she reaches as far as she can, she swallows and gags, the sensation squeezing me like a vice.

“Georgia,” I warn her. My balls tighten with the sensation.

Without missing a beat, she pulls back, using more spit to wet my shaft, her tongue flicking against the underside, teasing the tip before she swallows me again, all the way to the back of her throat with a tight, forced swallow.

“Fuck me, Georgia,” I curse, trying to think of anything else to stop the orgasm that I know is coming too fast.

What have I been thinking? She’s never been just Liam’s nanny to me. She’s always been so much more. A wild, barefoot-running, beach-jogging, night-swimming,spit-on-your-cockkind of woman. And it’s driving me insane that I’ve waited this long to have her. Denied us both the pleasure that we’re finally indulging in.

Her hands find their way underneath me, gently cupping my balls and tugging, her touch soft but deliberate.

“Fuck…” I grit out, gripping the edge of the tub to steady myself, knuckles white as she swirls her tongue around my tip.

“Do you like that?” she asks, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You have no fucking idea,” I manage through gritted teeth.

She’s determined, I can see it in her eyes as she pushes herself to take me even deeper. Her lips stretch impossibly wide, red and swollen, slick with spit and determination. I can feel the heat of her mouth, the velvety pressure as her throat tightens around me, and fuck—she doesn’t stop. She takes me deeper, gagging softly, the vibration sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure straight to my spine. I’m sure it’s uncomfortable, I know I’m thick, but she doesn’t stop.

“Georgia, I’m going to come,” I warn, my voice hoarse.

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