Georgia's POV
I gathered the papers scattered in front of us, swept them to the floor without another thought, and turned to face Nick. The moment our eyes met, that knowing smile spread across his lips—dark, satisfied, and wickedly smug.
"Good girl," he murmured, pulling his fingers from inside me with a slow, wet sound that made my breath stutter. "You finally accepted that protesting is no use."
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, the heat between us flaring instantly. I pressed a playful kiss on his nose, whispering against his skin, "Hmm… Let's just say I agree with your reason for starting our big family plan."
Nick's grin widened, pure male pride lighting his face. "Good decision," he said, before his hands gripped my waist, lifting my nightdress up and over my head in one swift move. Cool air from the air-conditioning brushed my skin, and then the warmth of his body replaced it as he lay me back onto the bed, making me giggle softly.
