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And then, with one final deep thrust and Max’s low growl of satisfaction in my ear, I let go. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave; I gasp and shudder in his grasp as he rides out every last spasm with me, unloading into me until I can feel it pooling back out.
“Fuck,” I whisper fiercely as the euphoria washes over me.
Max slows down but doesn’t stop moving, prolonging the pleasure until it becomes almost too much to bear. His hands slide up my sides, still possessive but gentler now.
“You’re amazing,” he breathes out. Pulling out gently, he snaps my knickers back into place, making me jump before he pushes my skirt back down. He adjusts his own clothes before he helps me stand up straight.
He watches me with a predatory gaze. “So, who’s this omega trying to steal me from you?”
“No idea. Some anonymous admirer who thinks flowers are the way to your heart.”
Max raises an eyebrow. “Are you bothered?”
“No,” I say defiantly. Maybe a little too much.
“Good,” Max replies, with all seriousness. “Because you know I’m all yours, Lily.” He leans in and kisses me softly, making me want him all over again.
I feel my cheeks flush. “You’d better be.”
“I know you’re not really worried about the flowers,” he says. “But if anything does bother you, you’ll tell me, right?”
I nod, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Of course I will.”
“Good.” He squeezes my hand before letting go.
We step out into the foyer together, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as we part ways.
It’s only when I get back into my car that I realise Max left the roses on the table, and I smile.
Chapter 37
Max
Making my way back to my office, I pause, remembering the flowers I left on the table. Shrugging, I forget about it. Someone else can take them home. I don’t need or want them. Lily is the only thing that seems to make sense anymore. Her scent is coating my skin, my clothes, her slick is all over my cock, and it hardens again as I think about nailing her where I did. Any fucker could’ve walked in on us, and part of me wishes they had so that they could see me with my omega.
I settle back into my chair, my mind still replaying every moment of our heated rendezvous. The paperwork on my desk looks like a foreign language now; all I can think about is Lily and how she looked with my cock driving into her, moaning my name.
Shoving my hands into my hair, I breathe out. My rut is over, but I’m as horny as ever. I just want to be with her all the time. The thought of going back to the farmhouse without her feels cold and wrong. But four of us crammed into her tiny flat isn’t the answer. She needs to move in with us. We can keep her safe and protected and mate with her when she says the words I’m so desperate to hear.
I try to focus, but the idea of her not being with us gnaws at me. I need her there. Not just for the sex, though that’s a big part of it. It’s everything else, too—the way she laughs, how she fits perfectly against me when she’s sleeping, the warmth she brings to our pack.
Sighing, I force myself to look at the stack of files on my desk. There’s work to be done, clients to call, meetings to prepare for. But my mind keeps drifting back to Lily, wondering what she’s doing right now. Is she thinking about me too? About us? Can she still feel my cock inside her? Are her knickers wet through with the sex we had?
I glance at the clock. It’s only been a few minutes since she left, but it feels like an eternity. The urge to call her, to hear her voice, is almost overwhelming. But I resist. I can’t be that alpha, the one who can’t function without his omega nearby. I have responsibilities here. Besides, she will still be driving back to Keeley.
But in an effort to not think about Lily, all I can think about now are those fucking flowers. The secret admirer. I’d almost forgotten about them in the whirlwind of Lily and our decision to mate soon.
The scent of roses pales in comparison to Lily’s natural scent. Nothing could ever smell as sweet, as intoxicating as her.
But the question remains: who could have sent these? I wrack my brain, trying to think of anyone at the bank who might have a crush on me.
Shaking my head, I know the mystery of the flowers can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with – like figuring out how to convince Lily to move in with us without seeming too pushy.
As I sit back down, my phone buzzes. It’s my mother. Fantastic. Just what I need right now.
Taking a deep breath, I answer. “Hello, Mum.”
“Max, darling! I was beginning to think you’d forgotten how to use a phone. How are you?”
