Page 29 of Knot your Good Girl

“Good,” I say, taking her hand and leading her out of the bedroom, which will be hers for ten days.

We walk to the next room. I open the door and stroll inside. “And this is where we’ll have sex.”

“Oh,” she murmurs. “So I have a bedroom. You have a bedroom and this is…”

“Where we’ll be together.”

“Okay. I can handle that,” she says.

“It’s easier,” I reply. “I don’t want either of us to catch feelings. You or me. This way, it’s just...”

“Sex,” she whispers. “That makes sense.”

She stares at the black bedding, which is a stark contrast to where she’ll sleep.

I don’t want this to look anything like a nest. And part of me wants her to argue about it, yet I know this is the only way I’ll be able to give her up when the thirtieth of December comes.

“Will we kiss?” she asks. “Is that out of bounds?”

“We’ll kiss.”

She turns to glance at the bed again and when she does, I slowly and deliberately make my way towards her, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt as I do.

Her body stiffens when she feels me slowly prowling toward her. Just as I reach her, she spins towards me, her chest rising and falling.

There’s no time for hesitation as I swiftly make my move. I’ve held back since the day in the elevator and now I no longer can.

One hand grabs her hip, the other wraps around her hair as I pull her to me and my mouth crashes onto hers.

Her eyes are open, but there’s no battle as they slowly close. She has the same level of want for this as I do, and being an omega, I doubt this is solely driven by financial motives, and more about her designation needs.

It’s a thought that elicits both fear and happiness inside me simultaneously.

Fear because my alpha feels the same and I don’t know how I will make her a short-term fling when I’m fucking addicted. I’ve been obsessed with her for longer than I’ll ever admit.

Though, I can never tell her.

She’s so different from everything I normally go for. That’s why I originally sought her.

From her sea-green eyes that clash with her pastel colored hair to her soft, voluptuous curves that I want to feel pressed against my hard muscles for ten days.

Her hand reaches up and grabs my shirt, pulling me closer. As her fingernails scrape over the fabric and into my skin.

She wants me as much as I want her.

My blood races, thumping against my eardrums, and I can’t hear anything until she moans into my mouth.

I groan. My hand draws her soft body to me, molding it to mine.

She licks into my mouth, her tongue touching mine, sending electricity shooting down my spine.

I kiss her harder, fiercer, as I walk her backward until her back slams against the wall.

She pulls away, breaking the kiss, and stares at me. My tongue probes from my mouth as I taste her on my lips. And now I want more.

She doesn’t take her dilated eyes from mine as she raises her hand to her mouth and slides her fingertips over her lips.

A fierce growl comes from deep in my chest as we lock gazes and I lean to her again. My mouth pressing against hers as I suck on her swollen bottom lip.

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