Georgia's POV
I woke up aching everywhere—my back, my thighs, even the insides of me still pulsed with a dull throb. God, Nick. He just had to make sure I 'learned my lesson' for disturbing him while he was working. That was the excuse he gave me, at least. As if I believed a single word of it.
The truth? He was the one who refused to stop, pushing me again and again until I couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. If the alarm in his damn phone hadn't gone off, we wouldn't have realized it was already five in the morning.
We promised to only nap a little, to catch some sleep, and go to the hospital later. I even told him to wake me when he did. But when I cracked my eyes open, sunlight was already spilling into the room. It was ten. Ten in the morning. And I was alone, sprawled in the wreckage of his home office, my body wrecked right along with it.
