Georgia's POV
It almost makes me laugh how Nick keeps pretending he's focused on his laptop, when I can clearly see the hard outline straining against his pants. He's fighting it, fighting me, but the tension between us is already sizzling like fire ready to consume.
The whole day had been a storm; it was chaotic, and the weight of everything pressed down on us. I know how much he's carrying, how hard he's pushing to get me justice from Nancy and Raymond.
I promised to help him find the real killer of my brother, and yet here I am, leaning on him, depending on him for everything. I want to give him something back tonight. I want us both to drown out the world, even just for a little while.
So, I do the one thing I know he won't resist. I drop the towel. It slides from my body, leaving me bare in front of him. I took his hands, firm and warm, and pressed them against my breasts, arching into his palms. My silent permission. My shameless invitation.
