Page 118 of Violet

He pulls me in to him. He’s not wearing a shirt. And my body instantly heats and melts. “Mmm, Princess, fucking hot in bed, ready to please, can dance and cook, too. My god, is this my life?”

I turn and rub my face against his chest.

I don’t even know how real he’s been, or if it’s just kindness, or the newness of this, but I’m overcome. “Domestic, that’s me. The living stereotype of an Omega.”

He spins me to drop a kiss on my lips.

“No, never. You? Princess, you’ve got deep, untapped treasure, and I’m a greedy man who will mine all your jewels.”

He kisses me slowly, until I’m slick between my legs and his erection is pushing into me. I want to test out my new skills on giving him head, but I remember what Heath said, and while I’m wearing Stephan’s T-shirt and nothing else, I don’t want my family turning up when he’s balls to the wall in me.

“Sit, I’ll serve.”

But he just smiles as he pinches a slice of strawberry and eats it. He pours the juice and the coffee, and flips the toast to a plate.

“You take the food, and I’ll bring the drinks. We can eat on the back balcony off the living room. It overlooks the water and is private because I own that slice of beach too.

“Sounds nice.”

I take the tray he loads and make my way upstairs.

The street he lives on is more exclusive than ours and our townhouse is pretty much up there. There aren’t many houses along the beach, and in the distance, I can see people strolling on the sand. I think about the snippets of bad boy Asher St. James I’ve read about, all the endless women, the drinking, the fast cars.

The lazy smile of a charmer who breaks hearts.

Asher might be Stephan, but Stephan is so much more. Private and public, and this is private.

Or maybe he had trysts here.

Not, not here. This place is too personal.

At least that’s what I tell myself.

Because there’s nothing to base any of those drifting thoughts on.

“Here’s your juice,” he says, handing it to me. “Drink it all up. Got a feeling about this weekend…”

“I’m up for sex.”

“I’ve created a monster.” He drops a kiss on my head. “And I’m happy about that.”

We eat breakfast, making small talk. It’s so nice, I could get used to this. Iamgetting used to this, I realize.

He’s attentive, charming, and he likes being with me. And even I know the chemistry’s through the roof; neither of us can get enough of the other.

Early days…very early days, I tell my rapidly swooping and soaring heart, the one that’s falling hard for him. Early days.

“After we finish, we should definitely take advantage of—” He swears as his phone lights up, annoyed at the interruption. And then his face takes on a grim expression as he reads the message.

“What is it?” I ask.

“What do you think? My fucking aunt has demanded we turn up at the Council. I guess this honeymoon’s over.”

My heart starts to go crazy for all the wrong reasons.

“Just Sophine being Sophine. Nosy as shit and with something up her sleeve, no doubt. Fuck, I hate this place.”

That makes it go crazy again.

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