Chapter 203: Bad Girl (4)
Georgia’s POV
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(~I Put a Spell on You - Austin Giorgio~)
The first notes spilled into the room, sultry and bold, curling around us like smoke.
♪♫ You put a spell on me ♪♫
"Open your eyes, babe." I flare my fingers like a showgirl and balance the cake on my left palm, holding it high as if I were some confident, dangerous waitress serving temptation.
♪♫ I’m losing my mind ♪♫
Nick’s lids flutter. He opens his eyes slowly, reverently, and I stand with my heart hammering, just as his gaze locks on me.
♪♫ You better stop things ♪♫
With the teasing slowness of someone stripping a curtain away, I undo the robe’s knot.
The fabric slides off my shoulders like a whisper. The black lace clings to my skin as I peel the robe free, revealing the set that was meant to make him burn. I let the robe fall and don’t rush—this is all tease, all promise.
♪♫ It’s a matter of time ♪♫
He drinks me in from head to toe, swallows, then leans back on the sofa with that delicious smirk that tells me he’s already lost.
♪♫ Before I hunt you down... Grab your chin... And kiss your lips ♪♫
"Damn... Georgia." His voice is rough, dangerous. "This is better than I imagined. You’re—fuck—you’re beautiful." He loosens his bowtie like a man surrendering to gravity. "A fucking goddess..."
♪♫ And we lose all control ♪♫
I give a wicked half-smile. "Babe, you haven’t seen anything yet."
♪♫ I put a spell on you... Now you’re mine ♪♫
I drag the wooden chair into the center like it’s a throne and I’m the queen about to command. I walk toward him slowly, hips swaying, each step a small theft as if on a runway made for one. The cake trembled in my hand; I pressed it into his grasp when I reached the sofa. "Hold this for me, Captain," I murmur, my voice low and amused. His fingers close over the plate, but his eyes never leave mine.
♪♫ I’ve got a hold on you... At least for the night ♪♫
I flip the chair so its back faces him and perch on it—legs wide open, unapologetic, the lace a cruel tease between us. His eyes instantly looked down between my legs. He knew that part of me was completely exposed in that lingerie he bought. Such a pervert and only mine.
But I quickly block his view by pressing both my hands on the seat, between my legs.
♪♫ You know I can’t help myself when you ask tenderly ♪♫
I lean forward, hands resting on the backrest, letting him see every line, every promise the lingerie makes. The room shrinks to his sharp inhale, the candlelight, the music, and the way his pupils swallow me whole. I reached for the cake and scooped some frosting with my middle finger before putting it in my mouth, teasing him more.
♪♫ And the floor swallows your clothes ♪♫
I look up, dare him with my eyes, and whisper, "So? What do you think of what you’ve bought, Captain?"
♪♫ And your silhouette puts on a show ♪♫
He cleared his throat, voice suddenly thin. "I—It’s fine... I— I think... I— I need to see more," he stammered.
♪♫ You put a spell on me... I’m losing my mind ♪♫
I snap up, flip the chair so it faces him, and watch his hand wobble with the cake. His eyes widen—half startled, half greedy.
♪♫ You better stop these games... It’s a matter of time ♪♫
I laugh, light and dangerous, and circle the chair like I own the floor. I pass to his right, give him a deliberate, slow tease of my bare ass as I turn, then step left and plant my left foot on the chair.
♪♫ Before I hunt you down ♪♫
I bend, trail my fingers from ankle to calf, up over the knee, then slide along the curve of my thigh. I yank the garter free—snap—and the sound makes him jerk. I look back over my shoulder, breath warm. "How about this, Captain? Better?"
♪♫ Then you bring me back ♪♫
"Much better," he breathes, then adds, low, "but still improvable."
I grin and give him more—slow moves, sharp shocks, every step timed to the music.
♪♫ I lay you down... And grab your hips... And we lose all control... ♪♫
I swivel, hips rolling like I’m marking the beat as my own. The song threads through us, and the room narrows to the heat between my legs and his hungry gaze.
♪♫ And before you know it... You give me fever... And drive me insane... ♪♫
I drop down onto the chair—one leg on the seat, one on the floor—then drag my fingers in a lazy half-circle across that revealed skin, up to my thigh. I flip my hair up, let it tumble, and let the music carry me.
♪♫ And I can’t escape... I can’t escape... Oh I’m lost in your ways... Oh I can’t escape baby... ♪♫
For the finale, I face him fully, hands braced on my knees, and then—fast and bold—I spread my legs wide. The chair becomes a throne, the room my stage. Candlelight reflects the wet shine at my center; I can see the catch of it in his eyes.
♪♫ Now you’re mine... I’ve got a hold on you... At least for the night... ♪♫
I lean forward, shoulder-swaying slow, and feel him dissolve into that look—hungry, helpless, all command. He’s staring right at my dripping core; the thrill of being seen there makes heat climb my spine.
♪♫ Boo... ♪♫
I pop up, grin wickedly, and shout, "Boo!" He blinks, startled back to me. His gaze snaps from my body to my eyes, and for a second, the room stops spinning.
I stand, stride to the sofa, then drop to my knees before him, the cake between us like a sacrament. I brushed my hands on his thighs, going up, until I felt his hardness.
He was so hard, but I quickly removed my hands and dragged them down to his knees.
"Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish." I pressed the moment into him, then leaned in and kissed him on the lips, gently nad urged him to blow the candle.