Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!
Chapter 18: His Imagination

Chapter 18: His Imagination

"Do you want to be chased, Captain?" Sarah purred, eyes glinting as she took a step forward.

Nick backed away instinctively, step by step, until his spine hit the edge of the desk.

"Oops," she smirked. "Nowhere left to run."

In a flash, Sarah dropped to her knees, yanking down his pants with a force that left no room for refusal. Nick tensed, stunned by the suddenness, his fists tightening at his sides.

"Sarah, stop—"

But she didn’t listen.

Her hands moved fast, too fast, and Nick’s breath caught in his throat as she touched him. His cock was in her mouth in an instant.

She worked him hard, like she always had—desperate to reclaim his focus, to pull him into the only game she knew how to play.

Nick closed his eyes, trying to shut it all out, trying to remind himself of who Sarah is in his life. She’s the one who was always by his side ever since Nancy betrayed him that night, ever since that nightmare happened. Sarah was always willing to let him use her body whenever he needed it.

And even though he was very clear with her that he didn’t want any relationship with her, Sarah was okay with it, and she would always say, "We are friends with benefits, no feelings attached".

But tonight, he can’t focus on her. He doesn’t know why. His thoughts betrayed him.

Georgia’s face flashed through his mind. How she looked when he rescued her.

Her pitiful state and swollen eyes. The way she sleeps peacefully, even after she mentioned that someone was trying to kill her.

The way she got mad and started throwing things at him was annoying, but somehow cute. The way she sulks whenever he scolds her is also adorable. ’Damnit! Why am I thinking of her? I just met her!’ he thought.

’Damn it, why her?’ he kept scolding himself.

Nick clenched his jaw, fighting the tide of conflict ripping through him. Sarah knew his body, knew the map of his pain and pleasure.

She was doing everything perfectly, but in this moment, she felt wrong—everything about this felt wrong.

Then it happened.

"Ah, so fucking good," Nick hissed and grabbed Sarah head. He rolled his head back and uttered, "Ah, fuck, Georgia, fuck!" The name slipped from his lips like a gunshot.

Sarah froze.

She jerked back like she’d been slapped. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Nick blinked, disoriented. "What are you talking about? I said Sarah."

"No. Don’t you dare lie. You said her name. You said Georgia!" she screamed, shoving his chest. "I was right here, and you were thinking about her?!"

Nick’s nostrils flared as he yanked his pants back up. "You initiated this, not me. I told you I didn’t come here for sex!"

"Oh, so now it’s my fault?" Sarah scoffed bitterly. "I was just trying to help you blow off steam!"

"Steam you caused!" Nick snapped.

Sarah stepped closer again, chest heaving. "I’ve always been here for you, Nick. I’ve protected you. I’ve loved you in silence. But now she shows up and suddenly you—"

Nick cut her off, voice dangerously low. "Did you tip off the authorities?"

Sarah’s face went pale. "What?"

"Don’t play dumb. Someone reported Georgia. The only one who’s threatened by her presence and brave enough to go against me is you. So tell me right now—was it you?"

Sarah’s expression hardened. "I may be possessive, but I would never put your career at risk. I’d never betray you like that. You know that."

Nick stared at her, unreadable.

Then he sighed, long and sharp, and pushed her away gently. "That’s what I came here to find out."

He walked toward the door, fury bubbling beneath his skin.

"Nick—where are you going?"

"Back to my cabin. To sleep. Alone."

"We’re not done!" Sarah snapped, but he didn’t turn back.

He opened the door, paused, then looked over his shoulder with a glare that could slice steel. "Oh, we’re done. More than done."

The door slammed behind him like a gunshot, echoing through the corridor.

And as Nick stormed down the hallway, fists clenched and heart pounding, one thought throbbed louder than the rest:

’She did it. She tipped them off. And I’ll prove it.’

He slammed the door behind him and locked it, pacing like a caged animal before violently kicking the nearest chair. It clattered across the room, crashing against the wall.

His fists clenched. His jaw tightened. He had put on a calm, confident front in front of Georgia, but now—back in his room, alone—Nick couldn’t hold it in.

"Damn it!" he roared.

He swept everything off his desk—the water bottles, the clipboard, papers—scattering them across the floor. But the moment they hit the ground, he groaned and bent down, picking them up one by one.

"What am I doing? That’s so stupid..." he muttered bitterly. "Georgia just cleaned this room...argh! Her again!"

Georgia... Her name alone made his chest burn and his head spin.

He stormed into the bathroom and yanked his shirt off. Maybe a cold shower could douse the fire crawling under his skin. Maybe it would silence the chaos in his head.

But when he looked down, he froze.

"Really?" he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief upon seeing his hard cock. "This again?"

He stepped into the shower and let the icy water crash over him, hoping it would numb the storm brewing inside. But it didn’t. Not even close.

Because no matter how cold the water was, Georgia stayed in his mind—vivid and unrelenting.

"Fuck this! Why do I keep thinking about you?!" he hissed and started stroking himself with Georgia in his mind.

He recalled her sleeping form. Her parted pink lips while peacefully sleeping. Her long, slender, smooth legs were displayed when he pulled her out of the water while she was only wearing her underwear.

Her soft, full breast that bounced as she threw his things to him. The way she bit her lower lip when he was scolding her. The way she rolled her eyes when mad at her. In just twenty-four hours, she had shown him many different expressions and emotions that he wouldn’t forget.

He leaned forward, hands braced against the tiles, water cascading down his back.

"Why the hell can’t I stop thinking about you?" he growled, pressing his forehead against the cool wall as he stroked himself faster and harder.

Every second with her played like a reel in his mind, and it only fed the tension twisting in his gut. But it wasn’t just desire or lust—it was everything. Her fear. Her strength. Her spirit. Her secrets. It was all captivating for him.

Nick clenched his eyes shut and cursed under his breath. He needed to get her out of his head.

But his imagination is running wild tonight. He imagined kissing her lips, he neck, her breast, and down, between her legs. He imagined her moaning as he touched her, begging for more.

He imagined going inside her and she, squirming beneath him, feeling how warm and soft she was. With all that in his mind, he stroked himself faster and harder until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he exploded. "Ah, Georgia..."

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