CHAPTER 294: KEEP EATING (4)

Georgia’s POV

"Baby, you have no idea what your moans do to me," Nick murmured, his voice rough and low, brushing against my inner thigh like a promise.

My eyes fluttered open just long enough to meet his gaze—dark, hungry, and burning with something that made my pulse stutter. Before I could catch my breath, he drew me closer. He stood up and pressed his body between my legs with a force that stole every thought from my head.

I felt him push his hard cock inside me, and that only made me close my eyes again as I arched my back in intense pleasure as I felt every inch of him stretching me slowly and steadily.

"Oh my God, baby, you’re so hard inside me..." I gasped, clutching the edge of the table as the pleasure hit, deep and relentless. My whole body trembled at the sheer intensity of it—how he moved, how he looked at me, how every second felt like it might undo me completely.

He kept pushing inside until he reached the very deep end of my soul.

His breath came out harsh, uneven. "You have no idea," he growled softly, "how good you fucking feel right now."

He moved again, measured but firm, drawing another helpless sound from me. My mind went blank, my body reacting to every rhythm, every shift of pressure, every teasing pause that kept me teetering between madness and bliss.

"Ahh... Babe... So good... Nick..." I whispered his name like a secret, my voice breaking as my head fell back. Every thought dissolved into sensation.

I had imagined something like this before. Lately, I don’t know what is happening to me, but I easily get aroused whenever Nick crosses my mind.

Somewhere in the haze, my fantasy and reality blurred. I had imagined how it would feel to lose myself to him like this, here, in the office, when everyone else was gone. And tonight, he was making that forbidden dream real, every heartbeat of it.

"Don’t hold back, babe," Nick murmured. "It’s about to get even better. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will scream."

The way he said it wasn’t casual. It was a promise. A challenge. A beautiful, dangerous threat that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

I braced myself, fingers gripping the edge of the table, because I knew what was coming. Nick wasn’t the kind of man who said things he didn’t mean, not in the office, not in life, and definitely not here, when it was just us.

His hands slid around my waist, rough palms firm against my skin, guiding me, grounding me. The moment he moved, I forgot how to breathe. The world blurred into sound our ragged breaths, the quiet creak of wood, the sharp rhythm that filled the room like a pulse.

He set the pace, deep and relentless, every motion covered with intensity and purpose, the purpose of making me lose my mind. It wasn’t just about control; it was about connection.

"Oh my God, Nick! I’m so close! Fuckkk... Ahh!" My voice broke into a whisper, trembling between pleasure and disbelief. "You’re—"

He cut me off with a soft, dangerous laugh, his lips grazing the side of my neck. "Don’t talk. Just feel it. Touch yourself, baby, let me see it."

And I did. God, I did. My hand obeyed, and I rubbed my clit just like how he would do it to me.

And oh my God! I saw stars...

I could feel my heartbeat syncing with his. Every breath he took drew me closer to the edge, a place I didn’t want to escape from. My body trembled, heat building in every corner of me, the world narrowing to the sound of his voice and the way he said my name like it was both a curse and a prayer.

"Let go, baby," he rasped, his forehead pressing against mine. "Don’t fight it. Just let me have you."

That did it. My body gave in to the rush that had been building, wave after wave of pure sensation that shattered every thought in my mind.

My walls clamped his cock as it beat hard in a steady manner. My vision went white as the pressure inside me exploded. I felt him release his seeds too, as he spurt them so strongly inside me, I felt them hit my already pulsing walls, which only intensified my orgasm.

I clung to him, nails digging into his arms that were holding my waist as the world went quiet. Only our heartbeats remained, fast and wild, tangled together in that single breathless moment.

When it finally faded, we were both panting, trembling, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks. Nick’s chest rose and fell as he looked at me. His hands were now on the table, supporting his weight while watching me go back to reality.

He pulled back slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet — his gaze soft now, the sharpness replaced with something tender, intimate. Then that familiar smirk curved his lips as he reached for the tissue box on the table and handed it to me.

"Now," he said, his tone playfully rough, "you can use it."

I laughed softly, still breathless, still dizzy from what just happened. The way he looked at me, it wasn’t just hunger anymore. It was something deeper, a connection so strong between us that no one can ever break.

Nick helped me up, his hands steadying me as the edge of the table pressed against the back of my thighs. My legs felt like jelly—trembling, weak, completely unwilling to cooperate. When I tried to stand on my own, my knees buckled, and I would’ve crumpled straight to the floor if he hadn’t caught me in time.

He pulled me against him with a quiet laugh, his arm firm around my waist. "Easy there," he murmured, amusement threading through his voice. "I didn’t mean to ruin your balance completely."

I shot him a playful glare, but I was too breathless to say anything clever back. My body was still buzzing—the aftershocks of everything that had just happened rippling through me in waves.

When I finally found my footing again, he eased me down into the chair nearby. "Sit," he said softly. "Before you end up on the floor again."

I laughed, shaking my head as I tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"Watching you try to walk after what we just did?" He grinned—that wicked, smug kind of grin that always made me blush. "A little bit."

I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my lips betrayed me with a small smile. He knelt in front of me for a moment, his fingers brushing the hem of my blouse as he started fixing it with surprising gentleness, like he was grounding both of us back to reality.

"Let’s go to my office so I can change," he said after a moment, standing up and fixing his own clothes.

"But first..." He bent closer, lowering his voice to a whisper that brushed against my ear. "Let’s fix your clothes. There are CCTVs in the hallway."

He buttoned my blouse, tugged down my skirt just enough, and brushed a wrinkle from my collar. When he was satisfied, he tilted his head and smiled. "There," he said. "Perfect. Though if it were up to me, I’d mess you up again the moment those cameras turned off."

When he took my hand to help me up again, my knees just wouldn’t cooperate. So, instead, he carried me up, making me yelp and chuckle.

"I can walk; the people watching the CCTVs would see us," I said.

"That’s fine. Nothing wrong with carrying my bride like this. So you can stop pretending that you can walk, because I know you can’t," Nick said with a smirk, and I could only laugh at how right he was.

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