Page 48 of Knot your Good Girl

I leisurely take it off, starting from my shoulders and moving down my arms. I release it, observing as it forms a puddle on the carpet by my feet.

His nostrils flare as his eyes travel from my head to my feet, fixating on my lingerie. I’m wearing nice underwear. Lingerie that I bought for my sideline job.

“Good girl. Now your underwear.”

I take a deep breath as I look at him. He’s made no attempt to shift from his spot on the bed. With eyes as black as midnight, his pupils quenching the golden flecks within his irises. Just as a single bead of perspiration descends his brow.

My heart rate jumps erratically. But it’s more surprising that my clit pulses as anticipation coils low in my belly.

I can’t fathom how being in trouble is arousing.

Our gazes are still firmly on each other as I carefully slide my fingers behind my back and unlatch my bra. Folding the straps down my arms until my breasts are free.

“How long did you date Toby for?” he asks.

Again?

I am puzzled by his preoccupation with my ex.

“Not long. I don’t even know how we ended up dating, to be honest with you.”

He casts a doubtful glance at me, tilting his head to one side. “How is that possible?”

I give a nonchalant shrug and abandon undressing as I ponder the motivations that prompted me to start a romantic connection with my ex.

“Take off your panties,” he says. “And answer the question.”

“When I moved to New York, my parents asked him to keep an eye on me. And being the only person I knew for a long time, we started to meet up for drinks, maybe dinner, and then...”

“You started dating.”

I consider the idea of disclosing everything to him, yet my lack of trust hinders me from doing so. Instead, I nod.

“Where are you from?” he asks as he watches the material of my panties slide down my legs. I kick them off my ankles before bending down and picking them up, as well as my bra and robe. Neatly place them on the edge of the bed.

I’ve told him before, which means he doesn’t really listen to me.

“California.” I don’t elaborate and he doesn’t push.

“And you had no boyfriends in California. No alphas sniffing around you?”

I shake my head.

“Come on. Look at you. You’re gorgeous. You could pick any alpha you want and he would fall at your feet.”

“I don’t want any alpha. I want my fated mate. The one who smells me like I smell him.”

“Have you never scented an alpha who you thought could be your scent match?”

Chapter 16

Holly

Ishakemyhead.

He appears visibly irritated. If he believes I’m divulging my thoughts on his fragrance, he can reconsider.

“Which proves you’ll wait a long time for that.”

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