Georgia's POV
I pressed both hands against Nick's chest, breaking his kiss with a breathless gasp. "Nick! We can't—not here," I whispered, though my protest sounded weaker than I wanted.
His grip only tightened, his body towering over mine like he had no intention of letting me escape.
"Why not?" His voice was dark and hungry. "I locked both doors. As long as you don't scream, no one's going to hear a thing."
Before I could answer, he swept me off the floor and sat me down on the vanity. My heart leapt to my throat. "You're insane! They're already waiting for us," I hissed, panic and heat tangling inside me.
He smirked, brushing his mouth close to my ear. "Then let them wait a little longer. I promise… this will be quick."
And just like that, his hands were on my thighs, pushing my skirt up in one decisive motion. My breath faltered, my body tense, yet desperate, as he bent down.
