Rocky Start (A Rocky Start)

“Are you serious?” I hadn’t thought about the weather. I suppose when I think of Chicago I think of the Bulls, the violence, and snow. Now, I know there’s a shit ton of traffic and rainstorms as well.

“Yes, but don’t worry. The most that happens is we lose power for an hour or two.”

Shrugging, I don’t mind being alone in the dark with Georgie at all. Fuck, my dick jumps at the idea of her clinging to me in fear of the dark. “No problem. Okay. I’m not afraid of the dark. Let’s eat while we can still see our food.”

We enjoy our meal in silence, and it’s funny because this is our second meal together and it’s Italian again, something Georgie mentions. “That’s true, isn’t it? Well, I happen to be a big fan of pizza, even if it’s as big as this.” I dig into a slice and moan after one bite. It might be my favorite. “It may be massive as hell, but this pizza’s amazing.”

“So what are you really doing here, Sean?”

“I told you.”

“So you aren’t trying to hook up with me?” she asks with a suspicious stare.

“I’m not trying to hook up with you.” That implies temporary, which is definitely not my intention at all. Permanent is all I’m after. A ring on her finger, a baby in her belly, and her heart are what I’m after.

“Oh, okay.” She blushes, and then the lights flicker before darkness falls around us.

“Son of a bitch,” I hiss.

“I’ll get the candles.” She turns on the flashlight on her cell phone before standing up, the smart woman. Damn, my ass would have fumbled around like a fool.

“Let me help,” I offer.

“You don’t know where they are.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She leaves to head back into the kitchen and comes back a minute later with the candles, setting them down on the living room table. I light two while she does the other two.

“Hopefully it doesn't last too long because the heat will make it a bit stuffy in here. So, how did you find out about Lydia’s books?”

“Did you not pay attention to our conversation at dinner?”

“What? No.”

“Darcy let it slip, and then I asked for a sample later that night. When I read it, I saw the promise. Your sister is extremely talented, and she’s going places for sure. They said you’re in your final semester of college. Are you ready to start your career as soon as you get out? Or will you still be working as a server until you find the perfect position?”

She looks nervous and that takes me by surprise, but maybe she’s not used to people asking about her plans. As the middle child, I wonder if she gets the treatment that I hear about, or if my woman is keeping another secret. My mind itches to know if she’s aware of the information in the file and if it matters to her, but I can’t ask. It’s too personal.

I’ll have to talk to my security team and see if they notice something wrong this coming week while I’m at the conference. I hate that I can’t spend twenty-four hours a day with Georgie, but I suppose she doesn’t want me around anyway.

“You have some sauce right here.” She reaches over and swipes a bit of sauce off my cheek with her finger. Before I can think about my reaction, I snatch her hand and bring her finger to my mouth, sucking off the sauce. A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed by a moan.

She pulls her hand back and then stands up. “Um…I’m going to put my pizza away and go to bed. It’s been a long day and I’m tired.” I don’t reply. Staring at her back as she quickly disappears into the kitchen with her pizza in hand, I’m mesmerized by how stupid I can be. I’ve scared her off.

Packing up my food, I carry everything into the kitchen. I set everything on the counter, and I’m about to apologize when she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. “Fuck, Georgie,” I growl against her soft, pillowy lips.

I lift her up and pin her against the fridge, slamming my mouth onto hers, dick throbbing painfully. My hands roam all over her hair, tugging, pulling, dragging her head up and down as I move my mouth to her throat and back to her lips, slipping my tongue inside. I slide one hand under her tee, grabbing her tits, wanting to feel her large, supple, tender flesh under my fingers. She grinds her pussy along my cock, rubbing until she cries out, screaming as her orgasm rips through her and like she controls mine. I almost nut in my pants, but I get myself together when she stops moving.

I don’t know what came over her, but I need to be inside her, and this is too much. I pull back and let her go, sensing the change in her emotions. Gone is the lust-filled woman, and here is the embarrassed thing who wants to hide from me.