Page 50 of Knot your Good Girl

Or is this just some sexy game, and I have to play along?

Of course. That’s it. You can do this today. Tomorrow you can leave with half of the money.

“I am a good girl, Daddy,” I say, knowing he likes me calling him that, and secretly I think he’s unleashed a Daddy kink in me I never knew I had.

He caresses his hands down my legs, running a finger between my thighs, then brings it to his nose and breathes in deeply. “You smell divine, like honey.”

My heart shatters when he validates our scents are not a match.

He smells divine, but… it isn’t of honey.

“Are you okay?” he asks, noticing something different on my face. Perhaps a concoction of grief and confusion.

I thought there was still a chance that he was mine, and he was holding back, too. That he was the restrained alpha he talked about.

But if my scent is honey, I know we aren’t a match.

And nothing changes that. Though I’m glad he’s confirmed it because now I can just get on with the rest of my time here and not wonder.

His hands spread my legs apart before his fingers smoothly trace along my slit again, gathering the wetness he elicited. He brings his fingers to his lips and licks them. “And your taste is addictive.”

It appears Aiden has a slick kink.

“It’s because I taste like honey.”

“Mmm.” He coats his fingers in my slick again before pushing one inside me. It’s slow at first. He keeps his eyes locked on mine, closely monitoring how my facial reactions develop with each twist of his finger.

A moan escapes from my lips when he adds another finger and I wonder if this time I’m going to get to feel him inside me. Trembling, remembering the enormity of his knot.

Will he knot me?

I make enough slick with Aiden that I should be able to take him. But what if I’m wrong? He could rip me apart.

I cry out when he removes his finger.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

“Are you going to lie to me as well as flirt with other men?”

“Flirting! I wasn’t flirting. That’s why you were weird in Atlanta? You’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous. You’re being paid to be with me. Nothing else.”

“Okay, sir,” I say, slamming my legs together as I salute him.

“Open your legs.”

“No.”

“Open your legs or I will spank you,” he growls.

I huff out a laugh. “I never agreed to that.”

He takes a brief moment to evaluate me. “Who hurt you? You don’t act like most omegas.”

“Nobody...” I narrow my eyes.

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