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Quincy groans, her head falling forward.
I’m torn.
I would love to suck on her breasts while teasing her clit, but I know from experience that she gets tired easily when she’s on top. It gets even worse when she’s hazy with a wave of heat.
I work my hands under her thighs, lifting and dropping her, while leaning close to steal a kiss. She doesn’t pull away, and it pleases me greatly to know she still wants me even though she’s now bonded to Ridge.
“Damn, sweetheart. You keep wringing my cock like that, and I’m done for,” Ridge growls.
I would be jealous, but the faint taste of her blood hits my tongue, and I ache to bite her.
The ultimate goal is to claim her as mine.
Though I’d like to have my ring on her finger when I do, or at the very least, my makeshift collar around her neck.
Right. Call it a necklace when gifting it to her.
My intent is only to show she’s taken, not to dominate her. I actually prefer when she takes the lead sexually. I find it wildly attractive when she gets bossy.
Quincy gets loud as I apply firmer pressure to her swollen nub, and I capture her lips again to conceal her sounds from those out in the office.
I follow her lips as she falls back against Ridge’s chest. She stops bouncing and moves to grinding over his length before freezing altogether.
Ahh.
I believe she’s getting that orgasm she asked for. Pulling back, I watch her face as she falls apart. My fingers end up coated in her slick as she shivers and moans. I’m almost tempted to bury my face in her pussy, but Ridge’s knot is still down there somewhere.
Body parts don’t bother me when I’m removing them, but I’m still growing accustomed to sexual contact. I think it’ll be better if that’s something I work up to.
Chapter Forty-Three
Quincy
The walk out of the building is mortifying, but I keep my face buried in Ridge’s chest and refuse to make eye contact with anyone.
Being an omega is embarrassing at times.
I’m sure it’s hard for betas to hide the scent of sex, but it’s even worse for alphas and omegas because of our overactive pheromones.
Everyone on that floor had to have known what was happening.
Things get even more stressful as Hartley helps me into the backseat of his SUV. He leans close, brushing his lips over mine, and I can see the exact moment that he realizes Ridge and I bonded.
His eyes widen, and he pulls back, studying my face.
“I was going to tell you. I just thought that conversation would be better one-on-one.” I smile tightly.
Trigg wasn’t joking when he said Hartley had a fan club. Even for as long as we were wrapped up in Keir’s office, Hartley was still talking to a bunch of guys I didn’t recognize by the time we made it out.
“I get it,” he says, kissing my cheek.
I try not to let it hurt my feelings that he didn’t give me a real kiss, but it kinda does. He carefully closes the door as Trigg climbs into the back passenger seat.
Hartley climbs into the driver’s seat, and I watch the back of his head. Okay, this counts asglaringat the back of his head. He didn’t even come to look for me when I was in the office, then he didn’t give me a real kiss.
I swear my moods were never this erratic before I got pregnant, and I can only hope they go back to normal once I give birth. I’m sure it was a shock to learn that Ridge and I bonded, but I have to believe Hart will understand once he calms down.
Trigg stretches an arm over, patting my thigh. “Things have been chaotic, but I have a gift for you that I’ve already held onto for longer than I planned. I would like to give it to you soon.”
