Page 61 of Queen Of Clubs

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Page 61 of Queen Of Clubs

Just a few night nights ago, his knot was locked inside me, pumping me full as I screamed his name, begging for more.

And right now, I want to feel that all over again.

“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t work at The High Roller anymore... at least, not right now.”

“Jade,” he huffs out a laugh. “You know damn well I don’t want you just when we’re at the club. I invited you to LA for a reason. I want to get to know you better, outside of the club.”

He grabs the cloth from my hand and tosses it in the sink without breaking eye contact. My heart pounds and my body breaks out in a nervous sweat as a needy feeling takes over me. I swallow down my whimper as he pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle his thighs. Fuck, I can feel him, hard and wanting under me.

“I want far more with you, Jade.” His voice is thick, husky, and full of need. I suck in a gasp when he grips my hips, grinding me down on his thick cock. Slick gushes out of me as my nipples pebble, pressing against my shirt. “I like you, Jade. So damn much I can’t even think straight.”

“Why?” I whisper. “You hardly know me. I’m just some omega you pay to have sex with at a club.” The words feel wrong as soon as they leave my mouth. Because as much as I have convinced myself Calvin was nothing more than a client I used to get off, I have always felt something more, something stronger with him. And it scares the shit out of me.

He cups my face between his two massive hands. “Don’t you ever say that again, Jade,” he tells me in a low, grumbling growl. “To me, you are far more than that. You are funny, sweet, kind, and incredibly sexy.” He grins, and I bite my lip, loving the feeling of his hands on me. “You’ve had me hooked since the moment I met you.”

That has me remembering something, and panic fills me. “Did you know? Who I was, I mean, when you first met me.”

His face drops a little, and his hands move to my hips again, gripping me as if he’s afraid I’ll leave when he tells me the truth.

“I didn’t know you worked there when I went in there. I only realized who you were when I saw you in the club. Nothing between you and I was ever meant to be a jab at my brother.”

“Then why didn’t you leave?” I ask him, my eyes flicking between his. “When you realized who I was, why didn’t you leave and go back to tell the guys? Why keep it to yourself and keep coming back?”

“Because, Jade... when I saw you, I knew I wanted you to be mine. If I told Zane and the others, I knew I would have lost any chance I ever had with you. I was selfish and wanted you all to myself. My plan was to spend some time with you and get my fill of you before telling my brother; that way, when you left, it wouldn’t hurt so much. The only thing is, Jade.” He pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my lower back. “There’s no way I could ever have enough of you.”

“But he’s your brother,” I insist.

“And you're my—” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, stopping himself before he says something he might regret.

“No. No, you were going to say something. Calvin, tell me.”

His eyes open, and he sighs. “I don’t think this is a good time. You're already so overwhelmed with everything else, Darling. I don’t want to add to your stress.”

“Don’t give me that shit. Please, Calvin, don’t keep things from me. No more lies.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Please don’t freak out. Please don’t hate me,” he pleads.

“Hate you? Why would I hate you?” My eyes narrow. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. Nothing bad, I promise.” He sighs. “I’m going to assume you're still on your alpha-blocking spray?”

“Yes.” I nod slowly.

“I figured as much.” He nods.

“Calvin!” I snap.

“The reason I didn’t want Zane to know I found you, to bring you back into his life, was because you're mine, Jade. And I don’t mean I saw you and felt the need to take you as my omega. Because Jade... you’re literally my omega.”

“I don’t understand.” My brows furrow.

“You can’t smell me, but I can smell you. Jade, Darling, you're my scent match.”

My eyes widen, lips parting. “W—what?” I whisper and shake my head. “No. No, it can’t be.”

“Would it be so bad being fated to be mine?” he asks with a sad half-smile.

I shake my head. “No. I don’t mean it like that. I—I...” My brows furrow. “Are you sure?”




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