Chapter 222: Try One More (1)
Georgia’s POV
My entire body ached. Every muscle, every inch of me throbbed with the delicious reminder of last night. Nick had devoured me like I was his last meal, and now my skin still tingled from where his mouth and hands had claimed me.
The room was still dark when I blinked awake, his heavy arm draped over my waist. I tried to shift carefully, but even the smallest movement sent a pulse of heat low in my stomach—God, how could he still affect me even in his sleep?
But today was his birthday, and for once, I wanted to be the one taking care of him. He always spoiled me with breakfasts, but this morning, I wanted to surprise him.
I bit my lip, easing his arm off my body, lingering for a second, staring at his handsome, peaceful face. I loved the way his touch still branded me, then I slipped out of bed.
The suite’s little kitchenette held exactly what I needed: eggs, sugar, flour, lemons, milk, cream cheese, butter, and cream. My lips curved into a smile. Perfect.
I couldn’t give him a grand birthday cake, but I could make a lemon crepe cake—light, sweet, and delicious. A little like the way he made me feel.
As I whisked the batter, I thought about last night, my thighs pressing together instinctively. We had cake then too, but he hadn’t let me eat much of it. No, Nick had smeared the frosting across my skin, then licked every drop off me like I was the real dessert. My breath faltered at the memory, heat coiling between my legs. If anyone had enjoyed that cake, it was him.
I poured the first layer of batter into the pan, the sizzle reminding me of the heat of his lips when he trailed them down my stomach. I almost burned the second layer just thinking about it, my cheeks flushed, my nipples tightening against the thin shirt I’d thrown on.
God, what was wrong with me? I was supposed to be cooking, not squirming at the memory of his mouth.
Layer by layer, I built the crepe cake, adding the creamy lemon filling, stealing tiny tastes with my finger. Tart, sweet, addictive. Just like him.
When I finished, I glanced toward the bedroom. Nick was still asleep, sprawled across the sheets, his bare chest rising and falling steadily. The sight made my pulse race. Even now, just looking at him stirred something primal in me—like I couldn’t decide if I wanted to wake him up with breakfast... or with my body.
Gosh, I’m such a pervert! It’s so early in the morning, and I am having these thoughts.
I shook my head quickly, trying to focus, and busied myself with brewing strong coffee. He’d need it for our three-hour drive to his mother’s later. Still, I couldn’t stop the little smirk that tugged at my lips. Coffee to keep him awake... after all, I had kept him very busy last night.
Balancing the tray carefully, I padded back into the bedroom. Nick was still sprawled across the sheets, his messy hair falling over his forehead, his lips curved slightly even in sleep. He looked so boyish like that, so unguarded—it made my chest ache and my body warm all at once.
I set the tray on the nightstand and cleared my throat dramatically before breaking into a soft, sing-song voice.
♫"Happy birthday to you..."♫
His brows twitched, and then, slowly, his eyes fluttered open.
I continued singing...
The moment his gaze landed on me, he smiled, a slow, wicked, heart-melting smile that made my knees weak.
"Good morning, birthday boy," I grinned, leaning over to kiss him square on the lips before wrapping my arms around him in a hug. His arms came around me instantly, pulling me on top of him with a chuckle.
"Mmm... this is the best way to wake up," he murmured against my hair. "My girl singing to me, kissing me, and..." His nose caught the scent wafting from the tray. "...bringing food?"
I giggled and pulled back just enough to lift the plate. "Ta-da! Lemon crepe cake. Freshly made by your very own girlfriend. Don’t say I never do anything sweet for you."
Nick smirked, eyes glinting as he sat up, pulling me with him. "Sweet, huh? Funny, I remember you being covered in cake last night... and I’m pretty sure I ate every bit of it."
My cheeks heated instantly. "Nick!" I swatted his chest, though I couldn’t help laughing. "That wasn’t exactly the kind of cake moment I was going for."
He leaned in, brushing his lips over mine, his voice dropping lower. "Oh, but it was delicious. And you tasted better than anything in the world."
"But hold on... Did you say girlfriend? Aren’t we married already?" he added.
I tilted my head. "On papers, yes. You and Oliver tricked me into signing that, remember? But don’t worry, I am not taking it back. It’s just that in the eyes of everyone we are engaged, so let’s put it that way."
"Alright, let’s keep it like that. Besides, I wanted to see you in a wedding dress that you’ve chosen, stand at the altar with you, and say our vows. But..."
He paused. His gaze shifted to the side table where the infamous box still sat. His smirk deepened, dangerous and sinful.
Then Nick playfully wiggled his eyebrows. "You know," he drawled, fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh, "there are still a few things in that box we haven’t touched yet..."
My breath caught. "Nick..."
He leaned in, his voice a husky whisper against my ear. "We’ve got a few hours before we need to get going. What do you say, sweetheart? Try one more before we hit the road?"
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering as heat coiled low in my belly. Damn him. Damn myself, too. Why can’t I just resist him when he is being like this?
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Thank you for the Golden Ticket Shiril_Paskalis!