Nick pulled up in front of Pacific Manning Services, Inc., the engine purring as he parked his Aston Martin DBX707. Before Georgia could open the door, his deep voice cut in, low and teasing.
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss?" he asked, turning his head with a sly grin.
Georgia froze mid-motion, then snapped her head toward him, eyes narrowing with a fiery glare.
"A kiss?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with disbelief. "I'm late for work because of you! My body is covered in bite and kiss marks, my legs have lost their bones, and my freaking vagina is sore as hell. And you still want a kiss? Kiss your own face, you greedy maniac!"
Nick chuckled, clearly unbothered by her outburst. As she started to climb out, he caught her wrist, tugging her back toward him. "Come on, baby… just one kiss." He tapped his lips with his finger, his eyes glinting with mischief.
