over at a plate of fruit. “I am a little hungry.”
He reached over and plucked a piece of pineapple from the plate. “I can’t believe you like this stuff now.”
“It must be the island vibe,” she answered before he placed the tropical bite of fruit into her mouth.
Georgie hummed her delight, and the sexy sound went straight to his cock.
After a whirlwind engagement, culminating in an unforgettable wedding ceremony, covered by CityBeat, viewed by millions around the world, and attended by all their friends and family—including at least five hundred of Georgie’s mom’s closest acquaintances, all he’d wanted was to be alone with his wife.
Wife!
He loved the sound of that.
And, clocking in at over six thousand miles away, a secluded beach house at an exclusive Fiji resort was just what they needed.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know your mom and Howard had this place,” he said.
“There’s a lot I didn’t know about my mother and Howard, but I don’t want to talk about my parents at the moment,” she answered as her gaze hungrily traveled down his naked body and settled on his hard length.
That was the other thing. He might not have been wrong about making her out to be a sex maniac.
Honeymoon Georgie was downright ravenous—not that he was complaining.
After two weeks spent pining away for her, he was damn near ready to explode. Luckily, all that pent-up sexual energy wasn’t going to waste.
She sat up and arched her back lazily like a satisfied cat.
“Do you know my favorite thing about lounging around all day in paradise?” she purred.
“All the pineapple you can eat?” he teased.
She shook her head, then reached for a strip of the sheer fabric hanging from the canopy bed. Slowly, she wrapped the lace curtain around her wrist.
“All the creative ways we can fuck without even leaving the house,” she answered.
Yep, Honeymoon Georgie had a dirty, dirty mouth when it came to getting down and dirty.
He reached over toward the other side of the bed and pulled another sheer strip of fabric over. He brushed the lace across her torso before wrapping it once, then twice around her other wrist.
“I’ve got you right where I want you,” he said, prowling the length of her body and dropping kisses between her breasts.
With the lace wrapped around her wrists and her body glistening in the sun-dappled light cascading in through the bungalow’s open windows, Georgiana Jensen-Marks looked good enough to eat.
He worked his way down, licking a heated trail from her breasts to her navel before settling between her thighs. Georgie writhed beneath his touch and cried out as his tongue found her most sensitive place. He gripped her ass, pressing his fingers into her soft skin, then gazed down at his beautiful wife.
He’d never tire of this view.
He tightened his grip on the perfect globes of her ass, then glanced up and met her gaze. “Are you ready for an earth-shattering orgasm, wife?”
“Are you up to the task, husband?” she asked with a sexy as sin smirk.
“You tell me,” he breathed against her tight bundle of nerves.
She gasped as he feasted on her sweet center, working her with his mouth and setting a seductively slow rhythm.
Georgie’s chest heaved with each breath as he set a pace to drive her wild. This wasn’t going to be a quick fuck—not that there was anything wrong with a quick roll in the proverbial hay. They’d started the day with a little yoga on the beach that quickly turned into an erotic downward-facing doggy-style sexual melee. But this sexcapade was not going to end in a matter of minutes.
Georgie moaned, and a surge of possessive desire coursed through his body. With her arms restrained, he had complete access. He was in charge of making every cell in her body beg for his touch.
He dialed up the pace, savoring her scent, her taste, and her heated, breathy cries.
“Jordan, I want you inside me. I need you now,” she said, gasping for breath and balancing on the edge of oblivion.
Who was he to deny her?
Sweat coated their bodies as he slid his cock inside her and released a primal growl. He gripped the top of the mattress while his other hand tightened its hold on his wife’s ass. With their bodies flush and his hard muscles meeting her soft curves, he captured her mouth in a scorching kiss.
“Jordan, please,” Georgie pleaded against his lips.
She rolled her hips, and he couldn’t hold back. The sultry scent of sex and steamy slap of