Page 163 of The Heat of Us

I kissed him before he could say anything else and ruin it.

Instead of putting me down, he sat on the nearby concrete ledge, settling me into his lap.

“How was your first day?” Remy beamed.

I shook my head. “No, I wanna hear about yours!”

Remy and I were both making fresh starts and going back to school. Remy was working on a diploma of audio production from Southern Cross College of the Arts. I was accepted into the Bachelor of Business course at Royal Brighton University.

That was for 18 year old Hazel. Who did in fact study hard despite being completely love-sick and deserved the chance at higher education.

But for present-day Hazel, I was looking for a solid foundation for when Remy and I jump-started the next phase in our plan.

We had closed our individual OmegaFans and OnlyA’s profiles. But only because we wanted to do more. I had big dreams of producing audio-only porn that catered for a female audience. Pleasure focused, filled with fantasies that we found hot.

It would let us keep doing what we loved while maintaining the privacy we craved.

I knew Remy and I would be fucking great at it.

For now, we opened a PatronFund where we produced personalised content for the highest-level tiers and made them available to those who sponsored us for a monthly fee. It was a fantastic way to test scenes and see what resonated with our niche. We made shortened versions available to the public as carrots to our more risque work.

It was working. We were building a following even after a few short months beyond our original fans.

Our most popular scene so far was a doctor/patient roleplay.

I must have been extra believable with how turned on I was.

Eventually I would want to make a subscription-only app once we had established enough of a fanbase. I had so many ideas I wanted to try. Bringing on voice talent to read in different accents. A visual component but kept simple — gifs that lined up with key scenes. Representation of different body types. Would any of them work? I was dying to find out.

Juno had been so excited and already designed a logo for us. It looked a bit like a clit and a bit like an ear. I don’t know how she created a two-way illusion but it was absolutely perfect.

“Typical first day,” Remy said, waving his hand. “Went through the syllabus, did some intro basics.” His eyes brightened. “But I’m so excited for the Foley workshop later in the year. I can’t wait to find out what will make the exact sound of your wet little p—”

I pressed two fingers to his lips. “Do. Not. Finish. That. Sentence.”

He did anyway. “Pu-thy,” he said, his voice muffled. Remy pulled my hand away, completely unphased. “Tell me about yours, my love.”

Hearing him call me that still had me fighting back an extremely dopey smile. When was the smitten stage meant to end? Hopefully never.

“I’m the only omega there.”

“Fuck yeah you are.”

“I think they underestimate me.”

“You’re gonna prove them wrong. Aren’t you, baby?”

I kissed him. “Don’t give me a big head.”

“I have a big head for y—”

I kissed him harder.

“Oh!” Remy’s eyes went wide. “Gray finally got back to me.”

“Ahh!” I hit him out of sheer excitement. “How is she?”

When Remy introduced me to his little sister, I loved her immediately. I made all sorts of plans to become best friends. She ruined them promptly by following her dreams and landing a physiotherapist job at an English football club.

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