Page 63 of Glass Omega

I told myself so many times that I wouldn’t start to have feelings for Edison, that it was a one-way ticket to getting my heart broken because Edison clearly didn’t have the time or mental capacity for romance. It was clear that his relationship with Rhodes had been stalled because both of the men couldn’t admit to each other that it was more than just a necessity. That it was love.

Even thinking back to before Edison had revealed the true nature of their partnership on the day of our wedding, I could tell that they were dancing around each other like a pair of stubborn moths.

So, with all that mess, it was better for me to put walls up and protect myself. To do the bare minimum of what I needed to do as Edison’s wife.

That meant not falling in love with the ridiculously handsome, far too perfect man.

But even as I thought it, I watched Edison’s expression soften at my words into something almost tender and my resolve started to crumble.

“You can just say you missed me and that you’re happy to have me home,” he teased, bringing his face close so I was forced to look him square in the eyes. “And that you just really wanted to finish what we started the other night.”

My heart seemed to leap into my throat as I stared at him, my eyes tracing a path from his eyes, along the straight bridge of his nose, and down to his lips which were parting into a smile.

“No, I wouldn’t say that…” I began slowly, trying to maintain at least a little bit of my dignity. I’d planned to come in here, fight with Edison, and then go back into my room and pout for the rest of the night.

Edison was really trying to make that hard, though as he brought our still joined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to my fingers.

“No? You didn’t miss me? Or that you don’t want me to touch you again until I make your screams bounce off of the walls of this study?”

My face warmed at his words, my mind going fuzzy as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, then to both of my cheeks, before hovering over my lips as he waited for me to speak.

“Promise me one thing,” I started, my shoulders drooping in surrender.

Gold eyes flashed with triumph. “Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll call next time your scary mafia job pulls you away? Every day like you do with Rhodes.”

I wasn’t on the same level to Edison as Rhodes was—they’d been together for decades—but I also didn’t want to be left out of things. I didn’t want to be on the outside looking in anymore.

“Deal,” Edison promised easily, his lips descending on mine.

It was everything that I’d been waiting for over the past two weeks, the brush of his tongue, the overwhelming push of his vanilla scent, his hands letting mine go to grip my hips as he pulled me flush to his body.

The only difference? All of the dreams about Edison’s kisses and his touches had left me feeling frustrated when I woke up, but this was reality and I had a feeling there would be no frustration by the end of it.

Edison’s grip on my hips tightened and suddenly I was being dragged up into his arms as he walked backwards to his desk.

“Wait—” I protested around his hungry mouth. “Aren’t we going back to my room?”

Edison huffed a laugh and shook his head. “I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind, pet. No way.”

Sitting me on the edge of the desk he leaned around me and swept all of the things on his desk onto the floor with a loud crash.

“You’re breaking things, Edison!” I gasped, starting to turn so that I could assess the damage.

“Doesn’t matter, I can buy new things,” Edison growled, his lips crushing mine again as he gently parted my knees and stepped in between them. I’d been so preoccupied with my anger with the alpha in front of me when I walked in that I hadn’t paid much attention to what was on the desk, but knowing Edison I knew that it was probably expensive.

“Edison—” I began, fully intending to convince him to go back to my room, or his room, or any room really, but Edison’s fingers were already reaching for the button of my denim shorts.

“You’ve been gallivanting around the house all day like this?” he asked as he slid his other hand up my bare leg until his fingers reached the edge of the shorts and gave them a gentle tug, pulling them down my waist.

“And at school,” I murmured, yelping when he growled and yanked the shorts the rest of the way off of me, pulling me nearly to the edge of the desk as he tossed them into the corner of the room.

“You wore these to school? So that all of those post-pubescent horndogs could look at your ass and legs all day?” Edison’s fingers tightened on the flesh of my thighs as he stood in between them again. “And Rhodes didn’t stop you?”

“It was hot,” I told him with a shrug, a thread of excitement filling me at his jealous reaction. “And Rhodes didn’t seem to mind.”

That was a lie. He’d told me to go change and I’d simply refused, telling him to explain to me what about my shorts was so inappropriate. They weren’t any shorter than what I’d seen the other girls wearing—in fact mine probably covered more skin than theirs. We’d stared at each other for a long time before he finally gave in and opened the door to the car for me and let me go to school.

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