" I am not going to parade naked in front of you. It wouldn’t be proper.”
“Now you sound like my mother. Put some clothes on. Wear a bathing suit when you swim. Don’t flash your boobs for beads. This isn’t New Orleans.”
That was definitely another sigh.
“I am starting to see why you were banned from visiting.”
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault the mice got out. They were supposed to be a surprise. How was I to know they’d get in the wiring?”
“Dare I ask why you had mice?”
“To play a game of course.”
“What game involves live rodents?”
She rolled her eyes. “Like duh. Mousetrap of course.”
“Of course.” Even he couldn’t stop the twitch of his lips. “Interesting as this conversation is, I am going to the washroom. I expect you to be gone when I return.”
“Or else?”
“What do you mean or else? I’ve given you an order, and as a guest of the pride, you will obey.”
“Sure thing, Pookie.”
“And stop calling me Pookie.”
“Would you prefer Snookums?”
“No!”
She might have laughed at his harried tone if he’d not chosen that moment to fling the covers back, revealing lots of flesh. Muscled, slightly tanned, delectable flesh. "

― Eve Langlais , When an Omega Snaps (A Lion's Pride, #3)