Page 98 of Craving Their Omega

DOMINIC: Nice try, little bird. You know exactly what you’re doing.

DOMINIC: And none of these people deserve to see my wife looking so fucking delicious.

God, it’s should be illegal how the words ‘my wife’ from Dom in this context make my stomach flutter and my clit throb. My heat is behind me now, but there’s still all these lingering memories of the things we did that make my body long for them in a way that has nothing to do with heat and everything to do with them being hot as hell.

I can smell the two of them, across the table and on me from where we were pressed in close in the car, and the scent of overwhelms my senses the way it always does.

XAVIER: If I didn’t need both hands right now, I would already have one of them between your legs.

DOMINIC: You’re making me think of filthy things, little bird.

ME: Like what?

DOMINIC: Like how the next time we have one of these meetings, I want you under the table.

ME: Oh? And what would I do down there?

DOMINIC: Put that pretty mouth to good use.

DOMINIC: Get my cock nice and wet before I use it to fuck you once everyone’s gone.

That one makes me blush so hard that I have to hurriedly lower my head so no one can tell.

XAVIER: You’re killing me, shortcake. I’m fucking dead. I want to spread you out on this table like a feast.

XAVIER: Fuck lunch, I’m skipping straight to dessert.

My heart is pounding from their words, and I don’t even have to fake being overheated when I reach up to undo the top button of my blouse, exposing more of my neck and just a bit more of my chest.

Dominic and Xavier’s eyes are glued to the spot, and I wonder if anyone else notices that they’re not paying even the slightest bit of attention to what’s going on.

Somehow we make it through the meeting with no one getting fucked and no team members getting fired, and as soon as Dominic calls it to a close, Tristan is on his feet and out the door.

It’s not surprising, even though it does dampen some of my good humor. Just more signs that now that my heat is over, he’s retreating back into himself, determined to put even more distance between us.

I tell myself that it’s fine, that it doesn’t bother me if he wants to keep his distance, but it’s not true, and I know it.

The door closes after the last person, and I’m alone in the conference room with Dominic and Xavier. Neither of them wastes any time in getting up and coming over to me.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Xavier says. “Teasing us in the middle of a meeting that way. What a dirty girl you are.”

Dominic takes my hand and kisses the back of it before sliding it down the front of his pants, letting me feel how hard he is. “Feel that?” he growls. “This is what you do to me.”

I bite my lip, cupping his cock through his nice dress pants.

It’s wild that this is just from a little teasing on my end, and it’s such a rush to know that I have this sort of effect on them.

“All this is for me?” I ask, glancing up at him through my lashes.

“All for you,” he rasps back. “Anytime you want it.”

I’m so tempted to tell them to make good on their threats from earlier, but there’s no telling who might walk in and see it.

“Since you’re such a tease, we should have you take care of us right here and now,” Xavier says, grinning. “It only seems fair. We missed so much of that meeting because you were over there being hot as fuck.”

I glance at him. “So I take it you liked the show?”

He smirks and takes my other hand, pressing it over the bulge in his pants. “What do you think?”

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