Page 39 of Luna
I don’t know, and I won’t say the words if I don’t mean them.
“Thank you.”
He snickers. “Did you just thank me for telling you I love you?”
“Shut up.” I slap his chest with a scowl. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want you to shower with me.”
“Liar.” He kisses me again before rolling away and climbing out of bed. “Come on, slowpoke. We need to get clean so you can get ready. Then we still have to stop at my house so I can get ready. I can’t show up to work looking like a mess. My boss wouldn’t approve.”
That brings a smile to my face, and I take his hand so he can haul me out of bed.
We shower quickly, making sure not to touch one another because we really do have to get to work. I know it won’t be a busy day since I only have one appointment, but I want to do some research on what Fabian’s been up to for the last thirteen years before I call Knight and his alphas back in.
I know I need to take this case, but I’m not going into it blind.
Once we’re out of the shower, I rummage through my closet before pulling out a black sheath dress and the matching blazer. I prefer skirts and dresses to pants, which is abundantly clear by just glancing in my closet.
I’m doing my makeup when Prescott wanders back into the bedroom with two cups of coffee.
“Mmmm,” I murmur, setting down my mascara and reaching for the cup. “Another plus to you staying over—I don’t have to make my own coffee.”
He laughs with a shake of his head. “I see how it is. You’re just using me for my cock and coffee-making skills.”
I take a long sip of the vanilla latte before giggling. “Oops, you weren’t supposed to catch on to that.”
Prescott’s eyes are wide as he stares at me, and I glance in the mirror to see if I messed up my makeup. I didn’t. It’s on point as always.
“What?” I finally ask.
“Did you just giggle?”
Did I? I wrinkle my nose.
I did, didn’t I?
I can’t remember the last time I giggled.
No, that’s not true. I know exactly when I last giggled—when my parents and Christian were still alive.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Prescott sets his coffee down before taking mine from me and putting it beside his. “I didn’t mean to make you sad. I just… Look, I love how grumpy you are most of the time. My cock gets hard when you scowl at me and tell me how shit I am at my job.”
Now, it’s my turn to gawk at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
His eyes go wide, his cheeks turning red. “How about we pretend you didn’t hear that?”
“No, I don’t think we’re going to do that.” I bite my lip, running my eyes up and down his body. He’s in another T-shirt and sweats, but even in that he looks damn sexy. “Do you have a degradation kink, Pres?”
He shrugs, his eyes dropping. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
I hook a finger in his shirt, jerking him toward me. “That’s something I’m one hundred percent interested in exploring with you if you want.”
“I… Uh…” He swallows hard, blinking rapidly. “That was not my point, but I think I’ve now forgotten it.”
I pull him down until I can reach his lips, kissing him dirtily. “Well, you think about if that’s something you want to try out. In the meantime, you were talking about how hard I make you when I’m grumpy.”
Prescott sucks in a breath and takes a step back. “Damn, you’re dangerous, little omega.”
“Don’t I know it.” I blow him a kiss before turning back to the mirror to finish up my mascara.
