Page 157 of Hard Knot

A playful giggle escapes her lips as she sashays toward me, swaying her hips exaggeratedly.

“Enjoying the view, Felix?” she teases, her tone light and amused.

I lean back in my chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

“You caught me,” I admit, trying to sound nonchalant even as my body betrays me. She stops just in front of me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Without a word, she reaches up and slides my glasses off my face, slipping them onto her own as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You really like these glasses, hmm?” I ask, my voice dropping slightly as she adjusts the frames.

“Sober or drunk, I love them,” she replies confidently, leaning down until our faces are inches apart. “They look better on me anyway.”

Her lips meet mine before I can respond, the kiss starting slow but quickly growing deeper, more urgent. Her hands trail down my chest, her nails scraping lightly through the fabric of my shirt.

My own hands move instinctively, tracing the curve of her back before sliding lower, gripping her waist and pulling her closer. She straddles my lap with practiced ease, her body warm and soft against mine as our kiss deepens.

Her fingers find the hem of her shirt, tugging it upward as she breaks the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. I follow her lead, my hands moving to the buttons of my own shirt. Her gaze is locked on mine, but when I finally shrug out of the fabric, her eyes drop to my chest, widening slightly.

Her lips part in a delighted smile as she leans forward, her fingers brushing against the small, silver barbells that now adorn my nipples.

“New jewelry?” she asks, her voice filled with playful curiosity.

I nod, my breath hitching as her fingers trail over the metal.

“Figured I’d take your advice.”

Her smile widens, and she leans down, pressing her lips to my chest.

“I absolutely adore this,” she murmurs, her voice muffled against my skin.

Her tongue flicks against one of the piercings, and a sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me. I groan, my hands gripping her hips tightly as she continues her deliberate exploration.

“Good Alpha,” she purrs, her tone teasing but laced with approval. “I love an Alpha who listens.”

Her tongue flicks against my piercing one last time, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes me. The sound reverberates in the air between us, and her lips curl into a smug smile as shemoves upward, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys along my chest and neck.

She’s taking her time, savoring each touch, and it’s driving me insane.

My hands tighten on her waist as she kisses me again, her lips soft but insistent, claiming my attention entirely. Her hips roll against mine, slow and deliberate, grinding in a rhythm that has my cock straining painfully against my pants.

Her breath mingles with mine, hot and uneven, and I’m lost in the moment—the taste of her,the feel of her.I was savoring for a moment like this. To enjoy her ever since I’d got a mere taste of that sweet pussy of hers that was hot and quaking for more. I knew my patience would be worth it, and now I’m here, in my man cave, with this Omega who knows how to work me up.

That dares to accept me.

Every nerve in my body is on fire, screaming for more, but she pulls back just as the tension reaches its peak.

“What do you want me to do, Felix?” she asks, her voice a low, teasing purr.

Her words send a shiver through me, and my gaze follows her as she slides off my lap, rising gracefully to her feet. She stretches her arms above her head, her back arching slightly, and I can’t help but watch, mesmerized by the way her body moves.

She tilts her head, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she smirks at me.

“Want a private dance?”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to keep my composure as she steps back, giving me a full view of her lithe frame. Her confidence is magnetic, every movement purposeful and seductive.

“Yes,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended. “I’d love to enjoy a dance. Just for me.”

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