Page 50 of Knot Only His

I can’t help but bite my lip as he looks up at my office window and curls his finger at me with a big smile on his face.

I return his smile. I can't help it.

I grab my purse and leave with much quicker steps than I imagined I’d have.

“Thank you for agreeing to have lunch with me,” he says, his voice smooth as silk. He smiles as he opens the passenger door, a flash of surprise hitting me. Not sure why, Carver has always been a gentleman. That only seems to change in the bedroom.

I slide into the seat, feeling the plush leather hug my body. As he moves to buckle me in—my cheeks heat with irritation—I snap, “I can do it myself.”

He just chuckles softly, leaning in closer than necessary as he clicks the belt into place. “Not today. I’m going to take care of you.”

My pulse quickens at his possessive words. Something that makes my insides twist with excitement, but also with confusion.

I feel eyes on me.

But not Carver’s—the feeling comes from my right.

I glance around for a moment, expecting to see someone else in the vicinity. Then I glance upward and see Asher standing by his clinic window. His gaze pierces through the glass, locking onto me like a hawk eyeing its prey. The intense way he stares makes my stomach twist.

“What’s wrong?” Carver asks, noticing my shift in demeanor.

“Nothing,” I lie too quickly.

Carver raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press further. He starts the engine and we disappear from Asher’s sight.

But Asher’s look lingers in my mind—the concern mixed with something else I can’t quite place—and it gnaws at me as the city whizzes by outside my window.

“Do you like the house?” he asks.

“It’s beautiful,” I tell him.

“Good, I picked something I thought you’d love to live in.”

The restaurant buzzes around us, but all I can focus on is Carver. He leans in closer, his warm gaze never leaving mine as he reaches for my hand. The moment our fingers touch, a spark jolts through me, and I can’t shake the warmth pooling low in my belly.

“How’s work treating you?” he asks, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.

I swallow hard, trying to concentrate. “It’s going well. Coach Parker is…interesting,” I say, a laugh escaping my lips.

“Interesting how? Does he scare you?” Carver smirks.

“No! Not like that.” I can’t help but smile back at him. “He just takes his job seriously.”

“Do you want to stay there? Or get back into sports management,” he replies with a grin that makes my heart flutter.

“Why did you do that? Why did you put me down as your agent? You could’ve saved yourself a fortune. You negotiated your own contract.”

His fingers wrap around mine more tightly, and a shiver runs down my spine. “You deserve it.”

Tears coat my eyes, feeling not only flattered but overwhelmed by everything he gives me.

“Are you okay?” Carver’s voice drops low as his brow furrows with concern.

“Yeah,” I say too quickly. “Just—”

My breath hitches as he leans closer to whisper something only for me.

“I’ll never push you about your omega status again,” he says softly, holding my gaze steady. “I can wait until you’re ready.”

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