“Are you here alone?” he asks in a dangerous tone, and I roll my eyes.
“Ethan just left to go to his and Max’s room tonight. It’s just me and you.”
He tosses his bag to the side, loosening his tie.
I know he hates wearing suits post game, but damn, does he fill one out nicely. Maybe one day I’ll have him act like my boss and spank me over his lap like I’m a bad little assistant, but I know that I won’t be for a while. The whole pregnancy thing has a few restrictions I’m not the biggest fan of.
“Did Max know about this?” he asks.
“Mostly,” I reply, and he arches a brow at me, tossing his suit jacket off and unclicking his belt, making my mouth water.
“So you flew here and told him after the fact?” he asks, already knowing me so well.
“Well…”
“Panties down and hands on the bed,liefje.”
Fuck yes.
I do as he says. Removing my jeans and panties, I turn around and place my hands on the bed, my ass completely exposed.
Bram comes to stand behind me, completely clothed, as his hand gently cups the cheek of my ass.
“What was so important that mypregnantOmega needed to see me tonight when I’ll be home tomorrow?” he asks.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” I say.
He presses his hard, covered length against my ass. “You were feeling needy for my cock and knot?”
“Yes. But also… I need your bond,” I say softly.
He stills behind me and leans forward to kiss my shoulder.
“You flew here to bond me?” he asks, his tone sweet.
“I can’t wait anymore. Haven’t we waited long enough?”
“Don’t you want to be comfortable at home? In the basement? Or in our bedroom?” he asks, and my heart flutters. Bram is always thinking about my comfort above all else.
“Please, Alpha,” I say, knowing I’ll get what I want.
Plus, I didn’t fly all the way to Tampa just to get knotted. I’m leaving here with Bram’s bond come hell or high water.
“I need to spank this sweet ass for plotting against your Alphas,” he says, not bringing up the bonding.
“I can handle that,” I say.
Slick is dripping down my thighs, and I know that Bram sees it. He just wants me to be patient, but I think becoming pregnant has made me the least patient person ever.
“Please, Bram.”
His hands are off of me, and my heart beats fast in anticipation. The first spank is barely even a tap, and I turn around and furrow my brows at him.
He laughs. “Harder?” he questions.
“Yes, what was that?”
“You’re pregnant,” he says like I’m the one being unreasonable.
