Page 109 of Priceless

If I didn’t have my hands on her soon, I was going to go mad. I kept getting little flickers of her scent through the room. Like fireworks in my senses, drawing my gaze always back to her. Each time I caught even the slightest breath, my reaction was the same.

Mine.

She was mine.

My wife.

My Omega.

My forever.

Clarissa put a hand on Ocean’s shoulder as her date approached, and she gave a little wave. Good. They were leaving. This was my chance while she was alone. Before someone else could be charmed by her.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind. “How are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m good. A little tired, but good.”

“Too tired for me to take you back to the suite and how much I can make you moan with my tongue?”

She froze, then melted, a wave of sharp perfume enveloping us. “No, I’m not too tired for that.”

“Good.” I spun her in my arms. “Because as beautiful as this dress is, it currently deserves to be in a pile on the floor.”

Ocean smiled, her entire face lighting up. “I’m going to tell Micah you said that.”

“In this case, even though he’s proud of his work, I think Micah would agree with me.”

I loved the way her arms slid around me and locked behind my lower back. The fact that she was holding me in public and not looking at anyone else or worrying about what anyone might think, I was so fucking proud of her.

“Are they coming too?”

Giving her a subtle wink, I smirked. “I thought we’d let them keep rubbing shoulders with everyone at the party so I can steal you away for myself. Trust me,” I whispered. “They’ll be so jealous later they’ll take it out on you. In only good ways.”

Narrowing her eyes, she stared at me, expression feisty. Like she was deciding whether I was telling the truth. “They won’t be mad?”

There was no way to stop myself from kissing her. Thank fuck the room was loud enough to swallow her whimper, because I knew she wouldn’t want anyone to hear her. “No, sweetheart. They won’t be mad. Just like I won’t be mad when they steal you away from me.”

Her blush was so pretty. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Before anyone else could approach us, I grabbed her hand and ducked for the interior entrance to the hotel. No need to go outside and face the press again. She’d already been an absolute badass today, and now she deserved a reward.

The suite was completely empty now, except for our bags. It was beautiful, but I only had eyes for her. “I’m tempted to tear the dress off you.”

Ocean gasped. “Don’t do that. It’s too pretty for that.”

I laughed, but obliged, spinning her and unzipping the back when we reached the door to the bedroom, leaving her only in the lace underwear beneath, and her high heels. The lace was the same rich color as the gown, and it complemented her tan skin. Made it richer. Fuck.

Part of me wanted to do an entire marketing campaign with her and all the photos of her in lace because she was so beautiful, and the other, possessive part of me didn’t want anyone but the three of us to see her ever again because she was ours.

Backing her to the enormous bed, I pressed her back until she was beneath me in nothing but lace while I was still fully dressed. We would be skin on skin soon enough. First, I needed my fill.

The last time I’d tasted her was now days ago, and that was too long.

“You have a favorite toy, wife?”

“Why?”

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