CHAPTER 372: BON VOYAGE (3)

Georgia’s POV

I lay back on the cushioned deck bed, the night sky stretched endlessly above me. The last crumbs of cake were gone, yes, I inhaled it, and now Nick was plucking grapes from the bowl and feeding them to me one by one like I was some pregnant Roman empress.

I could get used to this.

"Nick," I said between bites, staring up at him as he hovered over me, "where exactly are we going?"

He smirked, pinching another grape. "Still a secret."

"Come on," I whined, opening my mouth anyway. He popped the grape in, the smug man. "Give me a hint."

"Fine." He lay down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. "Somewhere with great service... comfortable, relaxing rooms... excellent amenities..." His fingers brushed my hairline. "And quiet. Very, very quiet."

I narrowed my eyes. "So... a luxury resort?"

"Sort of," he teased, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "But better than that."

Better than a luxury resort? I tried to think, private island? Overwater villas? A miniature palace floating somewhere in the sea?

My forehead creased in suspicion. "Nick—"

"Hey, hey, hey..." he interrupted, nudging my chin with his knuckles. "Wifey, what did I say? You shouldn’t think too hard tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because you’re ignoring me," he said dramatically. "And I’m getting jealous over here."

I burst out laughing. "Jealous? Of what? My brain?"

"Yes," he said, leaning closer. "Exactly. Stop thinking and pay attention to your husband."

I turned fully toward him, amusement bubbling in my chest as I gently cupped his face with both hands. His stubble brushed my palms. His eyes softened.

"Okay," I whispered. "I’ll focus."

The kiss I placed on his lips was meant to be soft, sweet, grateful.

But the moment his hand slid to my waist, the moment he kissed me back with that slow burn he always carried in him, the softness melted.

Heat sparked. His lips claimed mine deeper. My fingers curled in his hair. His breath hitched against my mouth.

And under the stars, on my brand-new yacht, our wedding night shifted from tender... to fiery.

Nick slid his knee between my thighs, urging them open as he hovered over me. His weight, his warmth, his scent, everything wrapped around me like a spell. His hands skimmed down my sides, slow and intentional, until his fingers found the thin straps of my dress. He tugged them down, taking my lingerie with it, exposing my skin inch by inch.

"So... I remembered something," he murmured against my mouth, kissing me between every word.

My breath hitched. "What did you remember?"

"I saw something earlier under this dress..." His lips trailed along my jawline, down to the sensitive spot on my neck. "...and I want to confirm what I think I saw."

A teasing smile curved my lips. "Oh? And what exactly did you see? Because I might need you to describe it."

His soft chuckle vibrated through my body. God, that sound alone made me wet. "I’m not entirely sure," he said, playful and hungry. "That’s why I need a clearer look."

"Hmm... Are we far enough from binoculars from this spot?" I whispered.

"Yes," he replied, voice low as he slowly unzipped the back of my dress. "No ships nearby. Houses are behind us. No telescopes. No binoculars. Just us." His breath brushed my ear. "So tell me, wife... will you let me see what you’ve been hiding?"

I smirked and gently nudged him backward. "If you want a show," I teased, stepping off the bed, "I’ll give you one."

Nick leaned back on his hands, watching me like a man starved.

I slid the zipper all the way down and let the dress fall. His expression shifted, curiosity melting into raw hunger. I saw his chest rise sharply; I saw his throat bob when he swallowed.

"So..." I asked softly, "did you find your answer?" I said, teasing him more as I run my hands on my curves.

His eyes dragged up my body. "Not yet," he said. "Turn around. I’m not done."

I gathered my hair to one side and turned, letting him see the thin thong, the one that barely qualified as clothing. When I glanced over my shoulder, he was biting his lower lip, tongue brushing over it like he was already tasting me.

My eyebrow arched. "Did you find it now?"

"Come here," he ordered, voice rough.

I obeyed immediately.

He stood as I stepped close, and when his lips met mine, the kiss was slow... then deep... then devastating. "You look perfect," he rasped. "It makes me want to fuck you while wearing it under the stars all night."

I laughed softly, brushing my nose against his. "Well, husband, you’re in luck. Pregnant women really do get hornier." I leaned in, whispering against his lips, "And right now? I’m losing my mind. I am already so wet down there."

Before he could react, I shoved him, not hard, just enough to send him falling back onto the cushioned deck bed. He let out a surprised laugh, one I cut short as I climbed onto him, straddling his hips.

"Georgia..." he breathed.

"Oh, don’t ’Georgia’ me," I said, dragging my fingers down his chest. "You wanted a show, right?"

I took my time with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, feeling his body tighten beneath me with every flick of my fingers.

And God... the way he looked at me...

I felt powerful.

Desired.

Starved.

And ready to devour my husband tonight.

His chest rose and fell with every breath, muscles shifting under my touch like he was fighting the urge to flip me over and take control.

Not tonight.

Not when he’d told me I was the captain.

When the last button came undone, I pushed his shirt apart and dragged my palms over his warm, solid torso. Nick hissed softly, his hands gripping my thighs as if grounding himself.

"God, you’re killing me," he muttered, voice thick.

"Good," I whispered, leaning forward to kiss the center of his chest before trailing downward, nipping gently.

His breath stuttered.

I reached the waistband of his pants and looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were blown wide, pupils dark, lips parted as if he was holding back every filthy thought he wanted to say.

Slowly, teasingly, I unbuckled his belt.

His jaw clenched.

Then I lowered his zipper inch by agonizing inch.

"Georgia..." Nick’s voice was a warning and a plea in one.

I smirked. "Relax, first mate. I’ve got this."

He laughed under his breath, but it broke halfway through and turned into a groan when I pulled his pants down his hips. He lifted them for me, letting me slide them off completely.

Only his dark briefs were left.

Only one thin, tight layer keeps me from seeing all of him.

Before he could say another word, I crawled back up his body and kissed him, slow, deep, claiming. My fingers curling into his hair as his hands gripped my waist like he was ready to lose control at any second.

And that’s exactly where I stopped.

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