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“What’s that?”
“Being rich.”
I snort despite myself. “Not exactly rich.”
Reese raises an eyebrow, and his expression cools as he pulls off his shoe and drops it on the floor. “Seems like a lot of money to someone like me, even if it’s a drop in the bucket to you.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I say quickly. “I meant… I don’t actually have it anymore.”
“Spent it all on fancy clothes?” Reese teases coldly.
I color, trying to control my temper. “Actually, no. I spent it on my parents… my mom got sick, and then my dad, and between not being able to work ‘cause I was taking care of them and the medical bills…”
“Are they ok?”
“No, they both died.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, sounding sincere. “I didn’t mean to judge.”
“It’s ok. I really do get it. Omegas are supposed to be rich and spoiled.”
“But you’re not,” he says softly.
“That’s a nice thing to say,” I reply.
He shrugs. “It’s the truth.” He flips his, drawing a low card this time. His first sock comes off.
I lose the next round, and pull off my second shoe. Now I only have the dress, my bra, and my underwear. I can smell Arlo in the air, his scent mixing with Reese’s. My blood is starting to pump faster in my veins. I glance back at the camera, where Arlo is watching us with a heated expression.
“Both my parents died when I was young,” Reese says. “It’s very hard—ah-HA!” He puts down the queen of clubs and points at me with glittery eyes. “What you got, lemons?”
I pull my next card off the top and lay it down, crowing with laughter as I reveal the king of spades. “HA is right, sucker! Take off that sock!”
Reese looks at me in shock. “There’s no strategy to this game, but you’re somehow managing to do very well. Are you cheating?”
“What? No! How would that even work?”
“I don’t know, but I’m a little impressed. Impressed enough to give you more than a sock.”
“What does that…? Ooh,” I say as he gets to his feet and starts to unbutton his shirt. He tugs it out of the waistband of his trousers, watching me with a cocky expression as he pulls it off of his body.
If I thought my heat was close before, it’s nothing to now. My eyes rake over the planes of his chest. A small fan of hair spreads wide over his pectoral muscles, trailing down to a line that I follow over tight ab muscles to the waist of his pants. His skin is covered in ink, words and pictures that jumble together under my very heated gaze.
When I lift my eyes to his face again, his expression has turned stormy. He stares down at me, his eyes black with arousal. “Fuck, omega,” he groans.
Quick as a flash, his hand shoots out and grabs mine, pulling me to my feet. His arms come around my waist, and he dips his head to claim my mouth with his own. The cards spill from my hand, scattering across the floor as I lift my arms around his neck and kiss him back.
His leather scent blooms heavy in the air, and I can feel my body reacting. Slick soaks my panties, and my insides start to cramp with need. I gasp against Reese’s lips, and he growls low in his throat. His hands move up my back before drifting back down and grabbing my ass. His fingers dig into the flesh of my backside.
Feeling suddenly bashful, especially since the camera is capturing just how far his fingers are sinking into my skin, I break the kiss and back up. Reese tightens his hold for a moment, as if he doesn’t want to let me go, but then with a ragged breath, he drops his hands and takes a step back.
“I’m sorry,” he rasps.
“No, I… I liked it,” I reply, my cheeks flushing.
A low moan sounds from the corner, and we turn to see Arlo clutching his stomach. His wild scent fills the air. No question about it: he’s in the midst of a heat spike.
“Shit, is he really sick?” Reese asks, stepping forward. I’m surprised to see an expression of real concern on his face.
