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“You’re looking at me differently.”

“I finally have time.”

Her mouth curved.

She set down the glass and crossed the kitchen. I stayed still until she reached me. Georgia hooked two fingers into the front of my vest and drew me closer.

“I’ve been waiting for that answer since sometime before my brother walked through the door.”

The heat between us had been there all night, buried beneath more urgent things rather than gone. Now that nobody needed a statement, a phone call, or an arrest, it had room to come back.

I put my hands at her waist. Georgia leaned into me. I kissed her slowly at first.

Her mouth softened beneath mine, and the tension I had carried through the evening began to loosen in places I had not realized were tight. She slid one hand up behind my neck while the other worked the buttons of my vest.

When the vest opened, she pushed it from my shoulders. I let it fall across a chair. Georgia’s fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt. I caught her hand before she opened the first one.

She lifted her eyes. I held her gaze for a beat. “You sure?”

She turned her hand in mine and pressed my palm flat against her breast through the costume. “I’ve spent hours thinking about what everybody else needed. Right now I want you.”

The answer moved straight through me. I kissed her again. This time neither of us kept the pace careful.

Georgia opened my shirt while we crossed the living room toward the bedroom. She pushed the fabric off my shoulders before we reached the door, running both hands over my chest as if she had been denied the right for too long.

I caught the zipper at the back of her costume once we were inside. It snagged halfway down.

Georgia laughed softly against my mouth. “Don’t rip it. Case will send you an invoice.”

“I own a bail-bond company. I can survive an invoice.”

“He will make it emotional.”

That made me laugh, and Georgia kissed me again while I worked the zipper free.

The dress loosened beneath my hands.

I pushed it slowly from her shoulders, following the red-and-black fabric down over her waist and hips until it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked it toward the chair. Black lace covered what the costume had hidden.

I took a second to look at her. Georgia rested one hand on my chest.

“Better?”

“Much.”

She smiled and reached for my belt. I expected her to push me toward the bed.

Instead she unfastened my trousers where I stood, holding my gaze while she worked them lower with my boxer briefs.

My cock was already hard. Georgia wrapped her hand around me. The first slow stroke dragged a rough breath out of my chest.

Her smile deepened. She lowered herself to her knees.

I braced one hand against the dresser behind me while the other settled lightly in her hair. Georgia ran her tongue over the head of my cock before taking me into her mouth.

Pleasure hit fast enough that my abdomen contracted.

Four days had been plenty of time for us to learn each other in ways that made this more dangerous than the first night. Georgia already knew how I reacted when she took me deeper, how much pressure I liked from her hand around the base, and exactly how long she could hold my eyes before the sight of her mouth around my cock started wearing down the control I had left.