Page 33 of No Mane, No Gain

That all sounded better and better. “Chaos...”

“Sexy,” he breathed, “is watching you moan and knowing you’re loving every second.”

She gulped back the moans riding her throat. “I do. I love every second.”

He nodded. “I know.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he drove harder and faster into her. He pressed a thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth at the same time he thrust into her.

Her back came off the table, and fire shot down to her sex. Pleasure shook her to the core.She screamed or moaned or made some kind of hoarse whimpering noise.

He growled, his cock hot and deep inside her.

She lost the ability to control her legs. They shook with the force of her orgasm. His drive slowed until he was tense and jerking into her body.

SEVENTEEN

Chaos leaned back in his leather chair, fingers drumming absently on the polished mahogany desk. His mind wandered back to the previous evening - the cooking class, the shelter, that hole-in-the-wall restaurant. The night he’d spent with Olive.

He smiled as he recalled her sharp wit and the way her blue eyes sparkled when she laughed. She challenged him, kept him on his toes in a way no one else ever had. It was...refreshing. Exhilarating, even. His lion purred at the memories of them on the dining room table, then in her bed, the shower, and against the door before he went home.

His lion purred contentedly at the thought of her. There was no denying the chemistry between them. It thrilled him. She was his. His mate. And after last night, he had no question she was the perfect woman for him.

A soft chime from his phone pulled him from his reverie. A reminder - lunch with his parents at Eleven Madison Park in an hour. Chaos sighed, straightening his tie as he stood. Time to face the music.

The restaurant buzzed with the quiet murmur of New York’s elite as Chaos strode through the dining room. Heads turnedand whispers followed in his wake. He ignored them, gaze fixed on the table where his parents sat.

Marco and Isabella Amato cut striking figures even in their sixties. His father’s silver hair was neatly coiffed, his mother’s dark locks styled in an elegant updo. They stood as he approached, his mother’s face lighting up.

“Chaos, darling!” Isabella pulled him into a warm embrace, the scent of her Chanel perfume enveloping him.

Marco clasped his hand firmly. “Son. Good to see you.”

As they settled into their seats, a waiter materialized to take their drink orders. Chaos opted for sparkling water, needing a clear head for this conversation.

“So,” Isabella began once their drinks arrived, “tell us about this mystery woman who’s captured your attention. Olive, wasn’t it?”

Chaos nodded, a smile on his lips. “Olive Russo. She’s...unlike anyone I’ve ever met.”

He launched into a description of Olive - her work with the family foundation, her popular romance vlog, her quick, wit and infectious laugh. As he spoke, he felt a warmth blooming in his chest.

“She sounds lovely,” Isabella remarked, a knowing glint in her eye. “And clearly you’re quite taken with her.”

Marco nodded approvingly. “A woman of substance. Impressive.”

Chaos took a deep breath. “Which is why I want to cancel the arranged marriage contract.”

A beat of silence. Isabella and Marco exchanged a look.

“Chaos,” his mother began gently, “while I’m thrilled you’ve found someone you connect with, perhaps we should wait before making any drastic decisions. These things take time to develop.”

Chaos opened his mouth to argue, but Marco cut in. “Your mother’s right, son. There’s no need to rush. If this Olive is truly the one for you, a little time won’t change that.”

Frustration bubbled up in Chaos’s chest, but he tamped it down. He knew his parents meant well. And truthfully, a small part of him appreciated their caution. This thing with Olive was still new, after all.

Before he could respond, a shrill voice cut through the air. “Chaos! There you are!”

He turned to see his sister Tia sauntering toward them, a willowy blonde in tow. Chaos suppressed a groan. This day just kept getting better.