*George’s POV*
I picked up her scent before I heard her voice, before I saw her. The soft and sweet tones were like fingertips across my skin. Just her scent alone had me hard. Adjusting myself on the barstool at the kitchen counter, I prayed Damian wouldn’t notice. Mind you, if he did I’d give him s**t for looking where he shouldn’t. I’d probably piss off the big guy with crass jokes, and Phoenix would have to step in... again. So yes, I prayed he wouldn’t notice me shifting in my seat and tugging not so discreetly at my jeans. Goddess, I loathed having a hard-on while wearing jeans.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Phoenix crooned. “You are looking a little better.” Phoenix frowned as she studied my mate’s face, then her eyes drifted and roamed over her body. I knew what she would find. It
