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She kicked me out after that. Not wanting to go to bed without her, I waited for her to be done, but it took too long. When I finally couldn’t stand the separation anymore, I found Daph passed out in front of her sewing machine, arms spread over the table and foot off the pedal.

All that to say, it’s not a surprise to find her asleep in the nest, one sock dangling and a blanket tossed absently over her hips.Pretty little omega.

She wakes the moment I climb onto the mattress, smiling gently as I snuggle into her side. Kissing her shoulders, her arms, her cheeks. She bats me away with limp hands then gives me the most perfect view. Body stretching, shirt rising to show a stripe of her soft belly, the one usually hidden by her silky sleep tank. Her breasts rise with a deep inhale, and I want to bury my face in them or between the lush thighs she’s still hiding.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper, fingers following the path of Daphne’s curves until she shivers. “Missed you today.”

Her lips twitch, a soft smile just for me as she seeks my warmth blindly. “Missed you too.”

I can’t help but cup the back of her neck, holding her close even though I know she’s going to be annoyed. “Time to wake up.”

“No,” Daph groans.

“Please? I have a surprise.”

She stiffens, and I feel the excitement she’s trying to hide. My research says omegas love presents. While I’ve been going a little overboard making sure she has everything she could want to nest with, I know firsthand that the best gift is time.

Time with the people you love. Memories to cherish when they’re gone. A past shared between two souls.

I want to give Daph that, so I slip out of bed, ignoring her little growl while I gather the things I set out earlier. A skirt she loves and lined leggings to keep her warm in the cool evening.An emerald long-sleeve shirt I can’t wait to see against her hair and socks that’ll keep her feet cozy even in sneakers.

“Nate,” she whines when I whip the blanket off her sleep warm body.

It fades into a purr as I wrap my hands around the band of her shorts, slowly dragging them off her thighs. The honey trap of that skin is too tempting to avoid, so I kiss her gently, trying so hard to ignore her arousal even as the heavy sugar scent of it creeps closer.

I want to fuck her again, but our first time, we were strangers with a connection. Next time I take her, I want my omega to know exactly who’s making her break.

“What’re you doing?” Daphne’s chest heaves as I slip her legs into the skirt one at a time.

“Getting you dressed.”

She leans up on her elbows, bleary eyes pointed my way even as her body shifts restlessly. “I can do that myself.”

“I know. Let me do it anyway.”

Waiting to see if she’ll argue is torture. I’m so fucking close to her pussy that it’s all I can smell. My dick hurts in my jeans, desperate to be inside her again, but I hold still, waiting for Daph to come to me.

Her eyes soften, and she runs a warm hand through my hair. “Okay.”

I swear, I’ll never make her regret trusting me.

I can’t do the leggings yet, can’t be that close to her cunt and not do something about it. So, I go for her top instead, trying to calm myself down. The silk tank smells like her and the second I get it off her body, it’s against my face.God daaaaaamn.

My purr rumbles through me, making Daphne gasp. I want to hear it again as I?—

Not the time.

Doesn’t stop me from rubbing the fabric across shirt and down to my tented pants before tossing it into the nearby hamper too.

“Nate Morgan!” Daphne looks scandalized and so turned on. High cheeks flushed, eyes a little glassy. Fuck, she’s so pretty.

“Not sorry.” My hands look obscenely large as I run them slowly up her sides, her ribs until my fingers caress the underside of her naked breast. I wait a beat, then another and when Daphne doesn’t tell me to stop, I palm them both, groaning. Her nipples peak beneath my thumb and I’m so fucking desperate to lick them I can’t stop staring. “Do you want to wear a bra, or am I going to hold them like this all night?”

She struggles to control herself, each pant sending her chest right back into my grasp. “While that’s tempting, I’m not about to catch a public indecency charge.”

As if I’d let her go to jail.

It’s hell letting her go, hell all over when I slide the pretty pale blue up her arms. Because black satin panties cover Daphne’s pussy, and the one thing I know about my girl is that her lingerie always matches. It’s my favorite part of watching her get dressed in the morning. My own little striptease.