Olive’s cheeks flushed beautifully pink as she peered around my shoulder. “I guess we shouldn’t do that in the store.” I chuckled. “I’m sure this store, in particular, has seen it all.” I patted her ass. “Now, we’re buying at least three new blankets and a shit-ton of pillows before we leave, so you better start picking your favorites.” I could see it warring inside her—the desire to snark, to misbehave, with the desire to obey. “Thank you, alpha,” she finally responded. I smiled, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. “Good girl.”
