Georgie's Beau

“It’s for the best,” she sighed to herself out loud. “Nothing good could ever come of it.”


“Come of what?”
Georgie almost jumped out of her skin. She didn’t have to turn around to see who had spoken. He may have snuck up on her, but he was sure as hell making himself known now. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to; and as he pressed his body against her back, she knew she didn’t want to. Her body melted back into his without thought.

“Were you thinking about me again, Georgie-mine?” Beau gave her a wicked smile; a smile that promised a trip straight hell and guaranteeing she would enjoy the ride.

Georgie shivered at the soft words drawled in her ear, every bit as much as the strong arms brushing the underside of her breast as he reached up to help her pin the clothes to the line.

“I don’t think about you at all, Beau Dupuis.” The lie felt good to say, though she knew he probably wouldn’t swallow it.

Her voice was all breathless and needy, giving voice to things she dared not admit even to herself. She was going to move away. Just one more minute.

“I thought about you, sweetheart.” He tugged on her ear gently with his teeth. “Every second of every day.”