Page 68 of Whatever It Takes

A shiver runs down my spine.

I barely notice the door opening and the older woman slipping inside. I’m more focused on what it would feel like to be trapped over Easton’s lap as he rained down hell on my rear end.

Easton gathers up the bags lying around and shoves them at the guy who answered the door. I think his name is Kase, and the older woman is his mother.

I don’t know.

After catching a strong hit of Easton’s scent as he moves, I can’t focus on anything else. My core clenches around nothing while I consider tackling him to the porch floor and licking him…repeatedly.

The exchange between East and Kase goes on for another minute or two, and all my attention gets stuck on the way that black Shadow Security T-shirt stretches over his muscular back. There’s a sweat spot just between his shoulder blades.

Would he stop me if I buried my face in it?

Oh my god.

Omega instincts are ridiculous.

So embarrassing.

My nipples still tighten as I physically hold myself back from asking if I can have that T-shirt to hide under my pillow.

I want a nest, dammit.

Easton spins around, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the steps. “Now, Briar, let’s have a quick chat about what will happen if you try to run again. Or do anything quite as reckless as involving strangers in your escape plans.”

I was just trying to be nice and helpful, but also… “Let’s talk about what you plan to do to punish me…”

And that’s how I end up locked on Easton’s knot while he makes business phone calls.

Every time I wiggle my hips or make a move to tease my aching clit, my timer resets.

I’ve still got my dress on, and it falls around both of our thighs, but he tugged me right out of my jacket, leggings, and panties to make this little point.

“I told you I wasn’t above trapping you to me byanymeans necessary,” he says softly before pulling the phone back to his face.

My forehead falls against the table as my inner walls clench around his piercings. “You’re evil. Just as soon as your knot deflates, I’m going to find that knife you gave me and stab you in the testicle.”

“What the hell was that?” the man Easton has been talking to on the phone asks, laughing. He’s not on speakerphone, but it’s so quiet in the house that I’ve had no trouble making out both sides of the conversation.

“Shaw, I’m going to need you to hold on,” Easton says, dropping his phone on the table.

At least he clicked the mute button.

Is that a good sign?

I can’t tell.

Easton’s hand wraps around my throat from behind, and he pulls me up as he applies the perfect amount of pressure. The other snakes up my thigh and under my dress before he slaps my clit…hard.

I squeak.

“I know you weren’t actually trying to escape,” he murmurs very close to my ear. “That’s why this isn’t a full-on punishment, but the fact remains, you lied to me.”

“It wasn’t a lie. It was a fib.” I purposely clench my pussy, trying to entice him into doing the damn thing. He’s so hard, it’s almost incomprehensible that he can stand to just sit here with his knot locked inside me. “It’s like if I walked in on you watching porn, and I askedwhatcha watching, and you were likenothing. It’s a fib.”

Easton’s warm breath fans over my throat as he chuckles. “If you ever walk in on me watching porn, feel free to check the screen. It’ll simply be me replaying the security feeds of us.”

There’s something wrong with my brain. His words make my insides light up, and my eyes fall shut as I imagine him watching the two of us on his computer screen with his thick cock in his hand.

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