Georgia's POV
My hands moved on their own, shameless and needy, sliding up until my fingers pressed against the hard outline of his cock straining inside its cage.
"Go on, make a wish—but don't tell me," I teased, shifting my gaze between him and the flickering candle. "Hurry, the candle's melting."
He let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "How the hell am I supposed to focus on a wish when you're already giving me a handjob?" His smirk made my stomach flip.
I froze, realizing, then gasped. My hand flew up to cover my mouth, but the other stayed rooted on his thigh, unwilling to let go. "Oh my god… I didn't even realize what I was doing."
A sly smile tugged at my lips as I slid my palm back down, stroking him intently this time. "Make a wish, baby… so I can finally show you my gift."
