Fix Her Up (Hot & Hammered #1) - Tessa Bailey Page 0,79
took a relieved exhale. “Um. Okay, my turn,” she murmured. “I don’t, um . . . I mean, just while this is going on. If you could . . . and I’m not being, like, jealous—”
“What?” Intense blue eyes bored into hers. “Just say it.”
Gather some bravery, girl. “Can it be just me—for you—for right now?”
Travis narrowed his gaze at Georgie, that rap-rap-rap echoing louder, carrying from his body to hers. “No one puts their fucking hands on either one of us until we decide different.” He slipped a second finger inside her and pumped firmly—holding—ripping a gasp from her mouth. “That work for you?”
“It does,” Georgie managed, her hips beginning to move up and back, seeking friction. “F-feels so good. Travis.”
He laid his mouth on top of hers, his thick thumb beginning to brush back and forth across her sensitive clitoris. “Make my hand wet.”
“You’re so goddamn tight, baby girl,” Travis groaned, angling his fingertips to brush a glorious spot inside her. One that turned every cell in her body into an unlocked fire hydrant in the summertime, opening the floodgates to new sensations. “You better pick a boring movie, because you’re not going to see a minute of it. Soon as we get on that couch tomorrow, I’m going to ride you straight through the credits.”
“Right.” She grasped for an ounce of concentration and missed. “Cold Mountain is free on Netflix. That should work.”
Her last word emerged choked. A shivering glaze moved up and over her head, exhilarating and scary at the same time. Travis seemed to sense Georgie reaching her peak, because he nipped at her jaw, then let his open mouth travel down her neck, all while his fingers continued a slow thrust into her heat, his thumb tormenting her clit. “Let it happen, baby girl.” He scraped his teeth along the base of her neck—right on top of her pulse. “When we go back inside, I’ll know you’re sitting at your parents’ dinner table, still dripping a little in your silk panties.”
Travis gently sank his teeth into her.
Georgie’s flesh contracted with so much intensity, tears sprang to her eyes, the power to stand evaporating. Travis held her up with a strong arm around her waist, while the wave of ecstasy rolled over her like a force of nature. As with last time, there was an innate instinct in her to please Travis, so she groped blindly for his erection, frowning when he snagged her wrist, tugging it away. “No, no,” he taunted beside her ear. “You’re not getting away with jerking me off. I want it all next time. Want you flat on your back and taking me deep.”
If she’d been coherent, she might have even been embarrassed by how soaked she left Travis’s massaging hand and pumping fingers, but he seemed to crave it. The proof was in every lick of his tongue inside her mouth, every rushed exhale into her hair. “Oh my God. I—y-you . . . Did that so . . . Wow.”
He snapped his teeth down on her earlobe. “Cancel the single dad.”
“Done,” she whimpered. “No single dads allowed.”
“Good girl.”
Long, dizzy moments later, Travis straightened out her panties, using a towel from a nearby shelf to dry the insides of her thighs. He even ran his thumbs over Georgie’s face to fix her makeup. Finger-combed her hair. And he walked her back to the house, with a hand settled possessively on her butt. His smile was so self-assured and comforting, she must have imagined the slight tremor in his fingertips.
Chapter Nineteen
A new doubt popped up every time the realtor’s high heels clicked on the hardwood floor.
She couldn’t do this. Paying rent for an office space would be too much pressure. She was a clown, for the love of everything holy. Clowns didn’t have offices.
But successful entertainment company owners did. That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it? To give her eventual full-time employees a reputable place where they could report for duty, have meetings, store equipment. A place where she could greet clients and go over options for their child’s birthday party—and beyond. As of this morning’s series of interviews, she now had a juggler, a magician, and two Disney princess impersonators working on a pay-as-we-go basis. There was no rule that said they needed to stop at birthday parties. The possibilities were endless.
Still, there wasn’t even a scrap of furniture in the two-room space above the bagel shop. She would