Page 52 of Knot a Good Idea

“I was coming to tell you that we’re ready whenever you are. The driver is out front.”

“No helicopter this time?”

Liam winces. “Unless you want Hunter to be sick all over us.”

“In this dress? I don’t think so.”

“No.” His green eyes roam over my form, darkening slightly. “Especially not in this dress.”

His scent swirls around me, making goosebumps appear on my arms.

I want him.

Badly.

Even though it’s supposed to all be pretend.

“I need help with my dress,” I whisper, opening the door wider. “Could you finish zipping me?”

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Of course. Anything you want.”

I clear my throat, stopping the sigh that threatens to escape me.

I’m wet. I can feel the dampness between my thighs and the aching of my nipples against the fabric of the dress.

I believe him, too. If I asked him to get on his knees and lick my cunt clean, he would do it.

I just know he would.

But I shake the thought away, stuffing my inner Omega into a drawer.

I step back into the room and turn my back to Liam, and he stands behind me. His hand moves my hair, exposing the zipper.

“I know we signed the contract,” he says softly, barely loud enough for me to hear as he pulls the zipper up. “But, afterwards, if you ever wanted to?—”

“LIAM!” Hunter yells, his voice echoing from downstairs. “Hurry the fuck up!”

Liam jumps back from me, as if his hand was burned. I turn to him, and he shrugs and gives me a polite smile. “We should go,” he says simply, the conversation from earlier abandoned. I loop my arm through his and he walks me down the long hallway lined with paintings.

When we reach the top of the stairs, Donovan and Hunter are waiting in the foyer, both in suits. Donovan is in all black, down to the button-up shirt underneath his jacket. He gives me a nod of approval, his lips in a thin line. Hunter wears a grey suit darker than Liam’s and fitted to accent his broad chest and slim waist.

Hunter whistles when he sees me. “Goodgod,April. Is this the same woman that beat Donovan’s ass inMystic Raidersa few hours ago?”

I snort. “The one and only.”

Donovan frowns as Liam leads me down the stairs, his eyes never leaving me. “Do you have any last-minute questions?” he asks. “Anything else you want us to clarify?”

“Fucking hell, Don. It’s not like she’s taking an exam. It’s a gala. It’s not that serious,” Hunter adds.

Donovan ignores him, keeping his gaze on me.

I shake my head. “If I do, I’ll be sure to ask subtly.”

He nods. “Good. If you’re ready, we’ll go.”

Still clutching Liam’s arm, I walk out of the mansion, my heels clacking on the marble floor.

I swallow down my nerves, ready to pretend that I’m a normal person again.

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