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He exhaled, then his lips twitched. “What kind of people?”
“You know, crazy reality show stars and… I don’t know. It’s weird.”
“Is it? Are you changing your mind already?”
“No. That would be two broken-off engagements in one year. That’s even worse.”
Laughing merrily, Morton lifted his glass in a cheers gesture. “I sincerely hope this second engagement is the last one for the rest of your life.”
I grinned back. “Okay. Let’s focus on that.”
EPILOGUE
“Jamie!”
“I’m coming.”
I could hear the eye roll in Jamie’s tone through the open door. It was late, wasn’t it? I half expected him to tell me off for staying at the office after hours, but when he walked in, he was smiling sweetly. “Yes, sir?”
My omega had the patience of a saint, and just seeing him made me breathe easier. “I can’t find the West Net contract, and I want to check something. Where is it?”
Not taking his eyes off me, Jamie opened a drawer in the sorting cabinet next to my desk. “It’s where it should be, together with all the other signed contracts of ongoing projects. You have the encrypted digital version among your personal files on the cloud, and the key passages our legal team commented on are highlighted.”
More often than not, it felt like I didn’t deserve him. “Oh. You’ve already done that? You’re incredible.”
“You’ll have enough time to look at it before the meeting tomorrow.”
I blew out a breath. He was right, as usual.
He closed the drawer and walked around the desk until he stood before me, his hands on his hips. The position made his growing belly protrude, and I couldn’t help but stare at it. The curve fascinated me.
My mate. My pregnant omega. My Jamie.
“You look like you need decompressing, Mr. Hartley.”
We were a month away from our wedding, but he still called me that. He loved to tease me. The tone of his voice sent a frisson of arousal up my spine.
Jamie lowered himself into a crouch, his hands on my knees, and nuzzled my groin. I exhaled, my dick hard in an instant.
“It was you who said no sex during work hours,” I muttered, already knowing I’d let him do whatever he wanted.
He mouthed my dick through my slacks. “It’s nearly seven, boss. Everybody on this floor is long gone.”
His sure hands moved up my thighs, then he swiftly unzipped my pants and fished my cock out. The wet warmth around my cockhead made me moan.
“Oh, Jamie…”
His lips slid up and down, the suction tightening. He was so damned good at this, and, Universe help me, but I loved that he did this to me at the office as I sat at my desk. I grabbed a fistful of his hair.
“I fucking love you, you know that?”
He hummed in agreement and sucked harder. My balls drew up already. He was quick and purposeful, and I tumbled toward an orgasm at lightning speed. When he took my cockhead into his throat and swallowed, it was game over.
Jamie gulped down my cum, making yummy noises, while I trembled helplessly in my office chair.
Panting, I stared at him as he stood and slowly removed his jacket and shirt. The tight camisole he wore underneath was light pink with padded cups to conceal his big, erotic nipples.
With his eyes on my lips, he slowly slid the straps down his shoulders, and his full pecs popped free. They were gorgeous, round with an abundance of milk and blooming with a flush of arousal. Jamie’s nipples were hard, sticking out, begging for attention. The dark-pink teats looked huge on his slender torso, and I adored that it was all my doing. They had grown to fit my greedy mouth.
