Georgia's POV
"Make you?" Nick scoffed, his tone wrapped with mockery and a dark edge that made my pulse stutter. "Are you seriously daring me to make you squirt, Georgia?"
I arched a brow, smirking like I knew what I was doing, pretending to be an expert in this kind of thing. Grinding my hips in slow, teasing circles, I felt his cock twitch inside me. He gasped.
"Why? Can't you make me?" I purred, the challenge dripping from my lips like honeyed poison.
His jaw ticked. His entire body tensed beneath me.
"I'll make you regret saying that," he growled.
The next thing I knew, his hands were on my waist, lifting me off of him with surprising gentleness, and then I was standing there, confused and dripping, while he toweled off like a man on a mission.
"What the hell are you doing now?" I snapped, wrapping a towel around myself in irritation.
But he didn't answer me.
