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Beckett just sighed. There would be no talking him down from this ledge.

Maybe in a few years, once they finally were all packed up, this could be something they laughed at.

That’s what he told himself.

“Fine,” he agreed. “We’ll go stalk your omega.”

“She’s not my omega,” Jack argued.

Beckett just rolled his eyes. Not yet, at least.

19. Past Bedtime

Eli

“Ready?” he purred up at her.

“Yes,” she hissed in answer to Raj’s question. Of course she was ready. Warmth had been stirring in her all evening, just from the knowledge that Raj had arranged this all for her, fake-date or not. Every brief little touch or side glance made her wonder what more would be like.

Well, now she didn’t have to wonder, did she?

Eli carded her fingers into his hair just as he pressed a kiss against her, swiping his tongue between her folds.

Her fingers twitched, tightening her grip, and she squeaked out, “Sorry, sorry.”

His laugh rumbled against her and she shivered atop the table, though it had more to do with his heat than the air’s chill.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” he murmured, and Eli’s moan caught in a breath as he lowered his head again.

Bubbles burst in her chest just like the champagne.

She stroked her fingers through his hair, keeping it out of his way and hoping he didn’t notice the tremble in her thighs. Raj stroked his tongue over her, dipping it lower, drawing out her arousal before sliding back up.

Eli bit her lip to muffle the sound of her moan as he narrowed his attention where she wanted it.

His hands gripped her thighs tight, and as she lifted her head up she noticed how big they looked wrapped around her.

Her head dropped to the table with a thunk and this time she let the moan roll off her lips.

The brush of his beard made chills break out across her skin, and she resisted the urge to clamp her legs around him. Instead, she dug her heel into his shoulder, and he caressed his hand up the outside of her thigh, to her knee, and back again.

Heat trickled through her, a slow possession of desire slowly taking hold as Raj continued. His hands tightened on her skin, holding her closer, burying his face deeper until his nose pressed into her curls.

She whined as he finally slid away from her clit, trying to use the grip in his hair to control his movements. He chuckled against her and she groaned in exasperation, picking her head up to glare at him.

“Rude,” she pouted.

His lips and chin and some of his beard was shiny. Just the sight sent another kick of warmth through her.

“I think you’ll change your mind,” he said softly, unhooking his right arm from around her leg to spread her wider, his forefinger brushing between her folds.

“Oh,” she said, and dropped her head back down.

“Yes, oh,” he murmured.

She tried not to rock into his touch, giving him time to play, and he dipped his finger into her arousal to spread it. But his chaste touches were just this side of too gentle and she did it anyway.

It was what he’d been waiting for, apparently, because as her hips landed back on the table, he slipped his finger into her.

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