Jordan needed to taste Georgia. The second he saw her standing on the porch waiting for them, he wanted her. Walking away from her last night had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. His jaguar pushed at him to go back and mate her. She wanted it too. Jordan smelled her lust as they kissed. Taking advantage of their time alone, his hand slipped up her t-shirt, under her bra. Her sweet moan was music to his ears. His hand enveloped her soft flesh, he felt her nipple harden against his palm. Breaking the kiss, he nipped down her neck. Pushing her shirt up and bra down, revealing her creamy white skin.
“You are perfect.” He pushed her breasts together, nipping, sucking, and licking her soft breasts. Her moans increased, he slid a leg between her thighs. Her desire for him filling his nostrils.
“Jordan.” Her husky voice egged him on. Drawing a perky nipple into his mouth, he teased her with his tongue. Her manicured nails dug into his arms.
“Uncle Jordan?” Daisy’s voice called. Silently swearing he quickly put Georgia back together giving her one last kiss.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he replied once Georgia’s eyes cleared of her desire for him.
“Can I have my toys? I want to use them with the dollhouse,” Daisy answered. Jordan kept Georgia in his arms, waiting for Daisy to come up the stairs.
“You can get them. We are just about to start,” he told her, Daisy walked into the hallway and grabbed her bag, not sparing the two of them a glance. Once she was back downstairs Jordan kissed Georgia again before stepping back to help her with the bathroom.
“How can I help?” he asked watching her try to regain focus on what he’d originally come over to do.
“Uh um, let’s do the vanity. Can you lift it?” she asked, pointing to the boxed vanity. Jordan nodded and picked up the vanity. It was made of dark wood with three drawers and a cabinet underneath the main sink area.
“Where does it go?” he asked, and she moved into the bathroom to show him. He placed it down and watched her dive under as she aligned the pipes.
“Can you get the sink?” she asked motioning with a hand. He smiled and picked up the heavy marble sink, placing it on top of the vanity. Her delectable bottom hung out from under the sink. He curled his hands behind his back to keep from touching her.
“Okay, now I need the faucet and handles,” she announced, he walked back into the hall and looked around until he found a copper set.
“Is this it?” he asked, poking his head into the bathroom. She crawled out from under and smiled. His heart sped up at her smile, and she nodded.
“Perfect, can you place it on top and I’ll connect everything in?” she asked, and he did what she asked. It took ten minutes for her to hook up the pipes, Jordan stayed where he was watching her move underneath. It amazed him how handy she was, he knew nothing about connecting pipes to a sink.
“How did you learn all this?” he asked when she came out from under the sink.
“My dad was a handyman. He taught all of us basic repair skills in case we needed to fix anything at our homes. I took to it and continued to look things up on the internet if I didn’t know how to do it. Obviously I leave the more complicated things to the professionals,” she answered, standing up with a groan. Jordan held out a hand for her, and she took it.
“What is the next step?” he asked, and she pointed to the pile of tile sitting in her living room.
“Tile the floor. I prepped the subfloor this week before we put the sink in. Now I am going to tile the floor. It will take twenty-four hours for the grout to dry. Damn, I promised Daisy she could help me paint the bathroom. Hmm.” She looked around the house and her eyes landed on a stack of paint cans.
“Got it!” she exclaimed, and he cocked his head to the side.
“I have some light blue paint leftover from painting the bathroom. She can help me paint one of the bedrooms upstairs,” she replied, and he chuckled.
“She will like that. Thank you for thinking of her.” He bent his head and captured her lips in a steamy kiss.
“Mmm, I like it when you kiss me,” she admitted, and he laughed.
“I like kissing you.” To prove his point, he kissed her again until he felt her knees buckle. Releasing her he stepped back watching her eyes open and stare at him blankly.
“If you will give me your contract, I can look it over while you tile. I won’t be of much help in that compact space,” he explained, and she nodded.
“Let me grab my computer and you can read through it,” she replied walking over to a laptop sitting at the end of her kitchen table.
“You write in here?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“I write all over the house. I still need to finish my study in the basement. I am waiting on the bookshelves to arrive and my desk,” she answered.
“When does that come in?” he asked sitting at the kitchen table in front of her computer.
“Next week.” She opened up her computer to her contract and kissed his temple. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her back.
“I’ll look this over and if I have questions, I’ll write them down until you are at a stopping point,” he told her and she nodded.
“Thank you Jordan.” He watched her walk away in her yoga pants, her bottom was perfectly round. He couldn’t wait to make love to her but knew waiting would make it that much better.
He turned his attention to her contract. Clearly stated in their first line was her ideas were her own and would not be shared with others. He wrote his findings. Spending the next few hours he went through her contract finding several areas they could exploit. He knew she would want all her stories to remain hers. According to her contract, Bert had no rights to her ideas and was only supposed to promote them to her publisher. Smiling, he knew exactly what they needed to do to break the contract without being penalized by her publisher.