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Kit picked up an impressively realistic magenta sculpture of a veiny dick, complete with a knot in full swell, examining it with one perfectly judgemental eyebrow raised.
“Actually, don’t tell me,” I laughed. “This place has Bryce written all over it.”
“You got it,” Violet laughed, emerging from what I assumed was the kitchen, leaning against the doorjamb and mixing something in a bowl she had tucked in the crook of her arm. She could make a meal out of nothing, this lady. “This is their little Brighton bolthole, there’s just two bedrooms. Both of which are as ostentatious and horny as what you see here, and both of which have wetroom ensuites with a full wall of mirrors.”
“We’re going to eat dinner together, then we fully intend not to see you until we leave tomorrow night,” Nico announced. “We’ve already put your bags in the upstairs room. Can I help with dinner prep, my love?”
“Please,” Violet replied, shooting me a wink as she and Nico disappeared into the kitchen, stupidly cute as always.
“Shall we go look around?” Kit asked, gesturing toward the stairs that led to the upper level.
I chewed nervously on my lower lip. “I don’t know. Should we?”
The couch looked pretty comfortable.
Well, no, not really. It looked sturdy and wipeable, which was how I imagined Bryce chose all of his furniture, but it was only a couple of nights. I could rough it.
“What’s going through that head of yours?” Kit murmured, watching me closely.
“That you need to be cut off from my slick, and we don’t have a great track record of keeping our hands off each other in enclosed spaces,” I said tartly, annoyed that we couldn’t keep enjoying the no-strings-attached sex that had been absolutely blowing my mind the past few days.
“No, we don’t, but I can keep my hands to myself. I never want you to be uncomfortable, Margot.” He paused, giving me a loaded look. “Though I think you’re overestimating how addictive your slick is. It’s fucking delicious, of course—”
“Shhh.” I pressed my hand over his mouth. “No talking about how good my slick tastes or you’re sleeping on that horrendous couch.”
Kit wrapped his fingers around my wrist, pressing a kiss to my palm with a smug smirk as he tugged my hand away.
My stupid belly went all fluttery, and I eyed up the sex bench masquerading as a sofa again before shaking my head to myself.
“We’re both sensible adults, aren’t we? We understand that we may have got carried away already and that we should reel things back in to avoid hurt feelings.” I swallowed thickly.Would you ever consider me?It was just my scent confusing him, but ‘carried away’ suddenly seemed like a huge understatement. “We can share a bed without jumping each other. Right?”
Kit gave me a long, hard stare, and I half expected him to say no.
“Right.”
“Right.” I nodded, clasping my hands together, filled to the brim with doubt about the soundness of this plan. I was probably going to end up on the couch before night fell out of necessity. “Right, good. Well, we’ll just do that then. We’re going to have dinner with Nico and Violet and relax, and then we’ll both sleep upstairs next to each other and keep our hands to ourselves. That’s… Yep. That’s what we’ll do.”
“That’s what we’ll do,” Kit echoed, his voice a delicious rasp that travelled down the length of my spine, awakening all the parts of me that I was trying to put to sleep.
This was going to be a very challenging night.
“Shall we watch a movie?” I asked, emerging from behind the wall that hid the ensuite in my pyjamas and gesturing at the television.
Violet had whipped up omelettes for all of us for dinner, then Nico had practically thrown her over his shoulder and carted her away to the sex dungeon downstairs, which put paid to my plans of using them as a buffer.
And, because this house was basically an upgraded version of the sex dens omegas could hire to get an alpha fix, there was no television downstairs. Everything centred on the bedrooms, which meant we were kind of stuck here.
Movies were good though. Ideally, something with lots of explosions and meathead alpha heroes without so much as a whiff of romance.
“Sure,” Kit replied, his eyes lingering a little too long on my bare thighs.Should have packed full-length trousers to sleep in.
I darted under the covers, sticking as close to my edge of the bed as possible. Kit was laying on top of the blankets, still fully dressed, his hands resting over his stomach.
It was very inconsiderate of him to not look as stressed about this situation as I felt. He could at least pretend.
I grabbed the remote, turned on the TV and flicked through to the latest instalment ofThe Alpha Team—maybe the worst movie franchise to ever exist—and yanked the cover all the way up to my chin.
“BigAlpha Teamfan?” Kit asked drily.
