CHAPTER 118: SHOWER (2)

Georgia’s POV

The moment I whispered I’d join him, Nick rose to his feet, and I instinctively wrapped myself around him—legs and arms clinging to his body. My heart raced, my lips curving into a smile. He deserved a reward tonight—for being Wendy’s handyman, for buying me donuts, for simply being the man I thought I never needed.

Gods, I missed sweets. On the island, all I ever had were bananas. Every other fruit tree we found had either no fruit or ones far too young to eat. But now... I had something sweeter. Him.

I showered his face with playful kisses, making him laugh, that deep, rich sound vibrating through me.

"Let’s shower first before we soak in the tub," I murmured against his lips.

Nick didn’t hesitate. He carried me to the shower, setting me down only when we reached it. In one swift motion, he lifted my dress over my head, tossing it aside.

I turned around, silently asking, and he unclasped my bra with ease. My fingers moved just as eagerly, tugging his shirt over his head, sliding the zipper of his pants down, peeling away everything between us.

Soon we were bare, skin to skin, heat to heat. I twisted the knob and—

"Kya~!" I squealed as icy water splashed down my body. "Freaking cold!"

Nick’s arms immediately circled my waist, pulling me flush against him. His voice dropped low against my ear. "Come here... I’ll keep you warm."

His words made me smile, but his body made me melt. I turned into him and captured his mouth with mine, kissing him deeply, desperately. That’s when I felt him—hard, thick, and pressing insistently against my stomach. He stood tall, proud, demanding.

I slid my hand between us, wrapping it around him, and the instant I did, his expression changed. His eyes darkened, his mouth curved into something wicked.

"So that’s where you wanted this to go, huh?" Nick’s voice was low, teasing, filled with mischief, as if he didn’t already know exactly what I was doing. "This isn’t just about showering together and soaking in the tub?"

I tilted my head, feigning innocence, though my hand still curled possessively around him. "Don’t you want it? I can keep my hands to myself if you’d rather..." I teased, deliberately brushing my thumb across the thick tip of him.

His chuckle was deep, wicked. "The truth? I was actually hoping for the opposite. I was hoping for that pretty mouth of yours instead." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "But that’s just me thinking. Don’t mind me."

Heat flooded my cheeks, but my lips curved into a slow, daring smile. "Well," I whispered as I sank down to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his, "I think you deserve a reward for helping us today."

I kissed the head of his cock, teasing him with my tongue. "A reward like this... right?"

Before he could answer, I licked him slowly from the base all the way up, savoring the way his body stiffened under my touch.

He hissed, eyes fluttering shut for a brief, blissful second. "Gods..." His voice cracked with need. "Do you have anything else that’s broken? Let me fix everything tomorrow. Please, I’ll repaint the whole damn house if you want—just keep rewarding me like this..."

A laugh escaped me, breathless and husky, before I took him deeper into my mouth, swallowing as much as I could.

"Fuck..." he groaned, the sound raw and desperate. His hand slid into my hair, guiding me gently but firmly, urging me for more.

By now, I knew I was getting better at this—my lips, tongue, and throat learning him, molding to him, savoring the way he lost control under my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, angled my neck just right, and pushed deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked.

"Ahh... Georgia—more..." Nick growled, his voice rough and primal, like he was going to the edge.

I obeyed, giving him exactly what he begged for, sliding faster, tighter, my hand stroking in rhythm with my mouth. His moans grew raw, filling the steamy shower, echoing against the tiles.

Then his other hand tangled into my hair, holding me still as his hips rocked forward, slow at first, then more insistent—fucking my mouth with aching need.

"Oh fuck... You are so fucking good..." he cursed, eyes dark and wild.

I let one hand drift lower, cupping his balls before teasing upward, brushing my thumb against that sensitive spot just beneath them.

His entire body jolted, his grip tightening, his thighs going rigid with the force of his restraint. "Shit! Damn... so fucking good! Where the hell did you learn that?!"

His voice was shredded, his breathing harsh.

I only shrugged, lips still wrapped around him, swallowing his every twitch, his every desperate thrust. The truth bubbled in my mind—I wanted to tease him, to joke that maybe a fairy whispered it to me. But not just any fairy... his sister, Vicky.

That secret made my lips curl around him in a smile he couldn’t see, and instead of speaking, I focused on drawing more ragged sounds from his throat—loving the way his entire body surrendered to me.

"Ah... Georgia... you’re gonna make me come so fast," he groaned, then suddenly pulled me up, crushing his mouth to mine. His tongue tangled with mine, wild and claiming, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

"Are you wet? Or should I make you?" he asked against my lips, his words hot, teasing, and dangerous.

A wicked smirk curved my mouth. I am already imagining the things he would do to me. Desire already coiled tight inside me, but I wanted him greedy for it. "I wouldn’t mind if you make me wetter... so you could glide smooth in and out of me."

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What the hell did I just say?! My mouth had started speaking truths I usually buried, bold and shameless, all because of him.

But Nick’s expression changed—his grin turning devilish, hungry, like a predator who just heard the sweetest invitation. I didn’t need to repeat it.

Because in the next breath, he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread me wide. His eyes burned up at me, full of hunger, before his mouth descended—devouring me with the raw, desperate need of a starving beast.

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