Page 22 of Such a Lovely Omega

“I did. Did you only want one?”

His hands roamed down my belly and grazed over my zipper. “No, I want all the babies you will give me.”

“Hey, Alex?”

“Yes, mate.”

“Let’s go home and change.”

He walked around and came to face me. “Change? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I thought we could stop by the club. Have some fun.”

My alpha’s eyes flashed with darkness as one of his eyebrows rose. “We’ll have to be gentle with you.”

“I need the release,” I moaned.

“Yes, you do. I can see that. Plus, I can’t deny my mate. But you have to eat first. You haven’t had anything since lunch.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He gave me a warning growl. The sound shot straight to my dick. “Save it for the club.”

Chapter Eighteen

Alex

My mate had a great business. Emile might have sucked the big one as a mate—my words not West’s—but once I showed West how to run it, he showed a real talent. Apparently my late friend had failed to give him the tools he needed. My mate was very smart and savvy and creative. My business and the club were also rocking, and all that was great, but it was making it hard to spend as much time together as I wanted.

“Come to the club tonight.” I’d called him before leaving my other office. “I’ll stop by and pick you up, and we can have some fun.”

He snorted. “I’m afraid I have outgrown all my club wear.” He had stopped by every so often, and although we enjoyed watching others together, he’d gotten pregnant so early that we had not managed to do any kind of real playing. But he had worn some great outfits before his belly got too big to fit in them. “You have fun. I’ll be at home.”

“You know I don’t have fun without you.” And if he didn’t, I was doing something wrong.

“But you do need to be there, and I am so huge, they’d need to widen the doors just to get me in.”

“That’s it. Nobody is allowed to talk like that about my lovely omega. I’ll be there in a couple of hours so I won’t have any work hanging over me. We can grab a bite on the way.”

“Fine,” he grumped. “But don’t blame me if everyone points and snickers.”

“Still talking like that? The spanking bench awaits.”

“Like I’d fit on it.”

Which he of course did not, but it didn’t matter at all because I needed a plan to make him realize how lovely he truly was, and I thought I knew what it would be. A pregnant omega needed to be treated gently, but a master could make it work. He’d been more and more into one particular art as we visited the club, and I’d taken advantage of my evenings there to up my game with a future demo in mind. After the baby came.

But the more I thought about it, the more I recognized that he needed to know how beautiful he was and to do it publicly. I only hoped he wouldn’t hate me for it.

“Dinner was great,” he said, sitting back in the passenger seat and sighing. “But my belly is even bigger now.”

I bent over and examined it. “Maybe a little. Looks great to me.”

He shook his head. “You’re prejudiced.”

“Probably, but everyone in the club is going to take one look at you and be jealous.”

“I would argue but you told me not to put myself down.”

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