Page 111 of Taken In Trade
It’s small, so it must be earrings rather than a ring since Magnum saidthose.
I pop the lid, and it is indeed a set of drop earrings in the same cut as my engagement ring.
They’re beautiful, and I once again marvel at my husband’s taste in fine jewelry. He manages to pick gorgeous pieces that are never garish.
“I’d offer to help you with them, but I don’t want to risk dropping one,” Mag says, and I laugh.
“I’ve got it. Now if I could just shake off these nerves. I can’t wait to get this over with so we can come home and cuddle in the nest.”
“Such a sweet little omega,” he murmurs, and my face heats.
I fucking love the attention they give me, and I won’t be embarrassed about that.
I’ve been through much scarier events than the one tonight, so I have no idea why I’m so anxious. Ultimately, the only wayout is through. It’s time to paste on my game face and get this shit done.
“You could claw her eyes out.” Moretti chuckles darkly as he curls around my back. “I’m sure that would be an effective way to show her that Magnum is off-limits.” His palm lands on my stomach, pulling me to rest against his chest.
The warehouse is beautifully decorated in a completely new style than it has been for the last few parties. Yet all I can focus on is how Charlotte stands by Magnum…smiling atmyalpha.
Why is she so excited to see him?
Wow.
My instincts are trying to push me into acting like a psychopath.
She’s bonded to the O’Connors and happy with her pack.
I think…
No, she’s happy with her guys,andshe helped Magnum get into Moretti’s mansion.
She’s not a threat.
Dammit.
I’m losing it.
“Here, darling, I have something to distract you.” Moretti grabs my left hand, sliding a thin platinum band on my finger. “I wanted to save your wedding ring for a special occasion. Originally I was planning to give it to you if we had a wedding ceremony to exchange actual vows, but I find I want it on your finger for what comes next.”
“It’s lovely,” I tell him. “Thank you.”
“The engagement ring is flashy, so I thought it best to pair it with something delicate?—”
I cut him off by spinning in his hold until I’m facing him. “I love that it’s simple and not over the top.” Stretching up on my tiptoes, I wait for him to dip his mouth to mine.
It’s our first real kiss in front of the masses—the one we shared the night he announced our marriage doesn’t count. This is the first time that I justreallywant to kiss my husband.
Moretti grips my ass in both hands, pulling me closer to his front as he growls into the kiss. His facial hair scratches against my cheek, but I don’t care. His tongue swirls around mine, and my stomach flutters with monstrous-sized butterflies.
Well, damn.
I think maybe I more thanlikemy husband, which is a good thing, all things considered.
I just hope I don’t embarrass both of us.
Moretti’s fingers dig into my ass almost painfully, and the kiss turns sensual in a way that makes my clit throb.
Before a week ago, I never even knew there were different kinds of kisses, but I love them all.
