Page 129 of With A Little Luck
We enter the building through the employee entrance and step into the elevator. I scan my badge and hit the button to head up to the second floor, while trying to figure out how to break the ice.
Quincy leans against the wall, and I step up next to her, doing the same.
“Sorry I burst into tears during the ultrasound,” I say, my head bobbing like a chicken. “I’ll try to be less embarrassing when you give birth.”
She laughs, turning and wrapping her arms around my middle. “Please don’t change a single thing about who you are. I like you just this way.”
I quirk an eyebrow, staring at her over the top of my glasses. “You sure? I’m thinking you’ll be tired of me by the time the baby?—”
Quincy pushes up on her tiptoes, and I bend to meet her. Her naughty little tongue licks at the seam of my lips as she haphazardly pulls my glasses up, dropping them on my head.
I would laugh, but I kinda like the idea of her making a gentleman out of me. It’s going to take some work. I’m pretty set in my ways.
I’ll still try, though.
Especially if the sweet little omega keeps treating me to kisses like this one.
My hand moves to her ass, pulling her even closer.
I might be fucked up.
I don’t know.
Is it weird to be totally turned on by her baby bump pushing against my stomach?
Nah, it’s probably the whole breeding impulse alphas and omegas have.
So that makes it normal.
And it’s hot as fuck, so again, I really don’t care.
I love that every alpha who looks her way can see that she’s taken.
Damn.
The dose of pain meds Trigg gave me in the truck must be kicking in.
Quincy nips at my lower lip. Even though it hurts like a bitch, I turn her, shoving her back to the wall and caging her in as well as I can with one arm. A low growl rattles out of my chest, and she whimpers against my lips.
“Ahem,” Easton says from behind me. “We have a strictno fucking in the elevatorpolicy. Find an empty office—there are enough of them.”
Quincy squeaks, shoving her hands into my stomach in an attempt to get me to step back. It doesn’t move me, but it does make my shoulder sting like a bitch.
I’m blaming Easton for that, though.
Quincy isn’t used to his abrasive ass.
I step back, wrapping my hand in hers. “Quincy, meet my boss, Easton.” She shuffles out, and I follow behind her. “East, this is Quincy.”
I barely hold back from calling her my baby mama.Ithink it’s cute, but I don’t know howshefeels about it. I’ll save that for another introduction when I can be like,meet my baby mama, soon to be upgraded to wife.
Hmm.
Is that really an upgrade for her?
It is for me…
“Briar had nothing but lovely things to say about you.” Easton steps forward, extending a hand to Quincy. I release her so they can shake. His eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and I realize I never put my glasses back on. I pull them into place as he goes on. “I’m glad you decided not to waste time tackling the paperwork.”
