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Her head shakes, and she pushes up on her knees, reaching between us. Once she’s relocated my crown to her opening, the naughty little omega sinks down, and I lose the ability to form coherent words.

My forehead falls against her shoulder as my hand tightens on her swollen stomach. There’s no way to accurately describe the euphoria that fills my chest at feeling her stretch around me.

“Fucking Christ, Chelsea,” I growl, barely holding myself back from thrusting up into her.

She whines, and my altruistic plans of letting her soak up my pheromones while resting on my cock go out the window…kinda. It’s clear she needs to come again, so I tuck my forearm under the baby belly and work her clit.

My other hand moves up, dipping inside the cup of her bra to flick over her nipple.

“I need more,” she begs, nodding and thrashing.

“We’re working on that, love. You just need to let me in.” I stretch my fingers down to test how much of my cock she has left before reaching my knot, and it’s not looking good. “You’re a delicious treat. Spread those thighs wider and bounce a little harder. Otherwise, we’re going to be here all day, working on getting my knot wedged inside you.”

She lets out an adorableoomph, and I tilt my head to study her profile. Her teeth dig into her lower lip as she rises and falls with a purpose.

I get very close to her ear and murmur, “Do you feel how hard I am for you, sweet girl?”

She nods, and, due to the height difference, her head rolls against my shoulder.

The echoing ringing of my office phone has Chelsea freezing. Her lower lips perfectly dance over my knot, and I’d say she was very close to forcing the appendage inside of her.

“I’m going to answer that call, and you’re going to stay very quiet for me.” I kiss her cheek. “If you do, I’ll make it up to you once my conversation comes to an end.” Pinching her clit, I wait for her nod of acknowledgement. “Very good. Now, let’s practice the cock warming I mentioned. Just relax and enjoy the feeling of me inside you. If you get worked up and need to come, you may, as long as you keep silent.”

The phone continues ringing, but I wait for her response.

She finally groans and agrees, “Got it.”

I stretch over, snatching up the receiver. It’s very hard not to snarl at Easton to fuck off, but I do love the way Chelsea trembles against my chest.

I suppose we’ll have to see who caves first.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chelsea

Ishake with how badly I’m holding back the urge to bounce or grind on Arden’s cock. The man has some ridiculous self-control, to the point it’s almost annoying. He holds the phone to his ear with his shoulder and brings that hand to slide into the top of my bra and down to cup my tit while the other works my clit. He was doing an incredible job earlier, but now he won’t keep up one pattern or pressure long enough for me to tumble over the edge.

I bite the inside of my cheek and focus on the pain as a nice distraction. Only, my screwed-up system immediately transforms the aching discomfort into pleasure that sizzles across my skin.

Arden slaps my clit and covers my gasp by saying, “Mmm, I see.” My top half curves forward, but he uses his hand on my tit to push me back against his strong chest. “No, no, I’m here. Keep going.”

My head tilts, and I glare at him over my shoulder. He may smell delectable, like the most potent scent match I’ve ever had the privilege of smelling, but the man is a sadist. The naughty smirk that tugs at his lips proves as much.

I clench my inner walls, focusing on his throbbing length. When that doesn’t work, I shimmy my hips in an attempt to force him against my G-spot. His cock pulses, and it succeeds in making me moan. He’s going to have a very pouty omega on his hands if he doesn’t wrap up that phone call quickly.

Arden tugs his fingers free of my bra and brings them to my lips. “Suck,” he whispers. “Maybe this will keep you quiet.”

The chattering of the man on the other end of the call fills the air as Arden shoves his fingers between my lips. He chooses that exact moment to pull his hand free of my pussy, and he soothes it over my stomach.

“Right, well, I’m happy to go over the files, but that will take some time.” Arden’s chest begins to vibrate with that dangerous-to-my-heart purr of his. “As in days, at a minimum.” His pheromones are everywhere, and I yearn to come all over his dick. It wouldn’t hurt to make him come too. That way, I can soak up his cum.

My tongue swirls around his fingers as my nipples ache.

I’m not sure why it’s taken me this long to realize it, but I can still bounce on my knees, even if he’s not teasing my clit. Rising and falling, I sob around his fingers as his knot slides inside my opening.

“Christ, just one second,” Arden says into the phone before tossing it down on his desk and hitting a button. “Naughty little omega,” he growls, sounding slightly unhinged. “Fucking tell me you’re okay.” His lips brush my cheek as he speaks, but all I can manage is a shaky nod. “It’s taking my breath away.Youare taking my breath away.” The raspy tone of his voice makes my insides light up, and I stretch a hand down to work my clit. “All right, love. Keep yourself impaled on my knot while I bring this phone call to an end.”

My eyes fall shut as his knot swells, fully trapping us together. All of his pheromones that I’ve been sucking down hitme at once, or possibly the intimacy of being locked together, but my entire body pulses with a warm, fuzzy feeling. I don’t understand it, but it’s a relaxing type of euphoria that has me snuggling back against him.

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