Page 120 of Knot your Good Girl

She smiles. “I was thinking of asking if we could go on the yacht at Miami again. I feel everything changed for us there.”

“Anything you want, baby girl. You know that,” I say.

As she smiles, her eyes light up, and she gently clasps my hand.

“Two hundred thousand,” a deep voice calls from the front table.

“Thank you Senator...”

“Two hundred and twenty thousand,” a voice shouts from the back of the room.

“Thank you, please raise your paddle,” the emcee says.

“What did you want to ask me?” I hold the mic on my jacket to stop any of the guests in the ballroom from overhearing.

“We’re probably better off talking about it at home,” she replies as the hammer slams on the gavel.

“Sold to the Senator for two hundred and fifty thousand...”

“I need to know,” I reply, taking a step back from the stage and taking her with me. “Should I be worried?”

“Maybe I should be.”

“You?” I swallow the lump in my throat while I wait.

She smiles, but it’s weak as she says, “I want to ask you something.” She licks her lips. “I wondered if you’d claim me.”

I press both hands on her waist as I pick her up and twirl her around. Laughing so loudly, I’m sure everyone in the ballroom can hear me.

I don’t care.

“I’ve been hoping and praying, but I never wanted to pressure you into it. I know it’s a big step.”

“But I know I’m yours and you’re mine.”

My lips slam into hers.

Yeah, she’s all mine. She always has been, always will be.

“I love you,” I murmur as I pull away. Only for a split second before my lips crash on hers again. “Is tonight too soon?”

“The sooner the better.”

Holly wanted to be in control at first. That’s why I’m underneath. My back is against the headboard and my legs are outstretched as she slowly bounces over my cock, teasing me by taking me all the way to my knot before sliding back off.

Our faces are nearly touching and the way she is looking at me makes my heart race, because I know what she’s thinking.

She’s about to present her neck to me.

Small droplets of sweat glisten around her hairline. Her scent is growing stronger and more captivating.

“How much do you need to knot me?” my beautiful but naughty little omega asks playfully, batting her lashes as she sways her hips from side to side.

I know she’s being a tease because she’s nervous.

I grab her hips, holding them firmly and drop her down on my length, impaling her with a satisfying groan.

Her head falls back, but being the needy omega she is, she grasps my shoulders and rises and drops with another heady moan.

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