Georgia gasps, then slides her hand on my cheek, forcing me to lock eyes with her. "Don't be mean to your sister. She's just stating the facts."

And I'm officially upset with her again...except for my dick that's straining against my zipper. Georgia's hand on my body is a straight-up tease.

She steps closer and pulls my head down so her lips are near my ear. Her hot breath taunts my skin. In her sticky-sweet southern voice, she murmurs, "I know you'd never promise me something and not come through, Sebastian." She moves her face an inch from mine and pins her blues on me.

I've underestimated my wife-to-be. She's something I never thought she'd be—cunning.

Game on, Ms. Peach.

I grab her ass again and tug her closer to me. "You're right, Sunshine. I'll tell you what, you get all the options together, and we'll discuss it in bed tonight, okay?"

A flush crawls up her neck.

I add, "I promise I'll go through every detail with you with a fine-toothed comb."

More red burns her cheeks. I stare her down until she smiles and replies, "Perfect."

I hold my hand on her ass for another moment, just because I want to. She's got a round bottom that I'm starting to think God made exclusively for my palm. I'm craving to see my imprint on her juicy little cheek. I finally release her. She spins and walks away with my mom and sister. I watch her booty until I can't see her anymore, growing harder by the second.

Alexander whistles once she's inside. "Bro, you got a looker there."

"Sure do," I state, still shocked at her ability to turn the tables on me. But I'm not upset. I love nothing more than a challenge, and since I've met Georgia, she's offered me plenty of them. This turn of events is refreshing. It'll only make the month more interesting.

"Sebastian, how long have you been dating her?" my father asks.

I grind my molars. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he grilled me. I answer, "Not long, but when you know, you know. And don't worry, Huck came over, and we signed the prenup today."

It's a sore topic. I argued with my father about a prenup with my first fiancée, Molly. He could see right through her and knew she only wanted a claim to the Cartwright fortune. She was the only fiancée I had who was from our town, yet she had all the aspirations to become a Dallas socialite.

I had no clue. We never got as far as negotiating a prenup. I overheard her talking to her mother about ways they were both planning to spend my family's money once we got hitched.