Page 42 of Caught in His Sights

As we enter, an angelic-looking blond man turns his head toward us from the chair in front of the desk. Sky-blue eyes twinkle, and his perfect, Cupid’s bow lips curve into a welcoming smile.

I freeze, taken aback by his beauty. Roses have nothing on the soft blush in his cheeks, and the delicate air about him demands attention.

If I stand at his side, I’ll look like a potato, and the knowledge burns. This is the type of person who usually graces Caleb’s arm, gender notwithstanding. Of course, an Omega like this would catch the eye of a Rockford.

“You must be Oliver,” the ethereal man struggles to his feet, revealing a belly swollen as big as a beach ball. “Caleb said you had some questions for me. I’m happy to answer them, but I don’t know how I can help.”

My mouth gapes, and Caleb’s finger under my chin pushes it closed. “Oliver Kent, allow me to introduce you to Leo Daniels, the last resident of apartment 312.”

My head snaps back toward the very pregnant little Omega, who may be the only person who can shine a light on what happened to my brother.

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Istand frozen, shocked to meet Leo Daniels in person this fast.

After I found out he was engaged to Caleb’s cousin, I expected to have to beg for an interview, but Caleb had delivered without even being asked.

“What are you waiting for?” Caleb’s sharp slap on my ass sends me forward a step, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me as the butt plug presses against my sweet spot.

An involuntary moan escapes my lips, and everyone stares at me in surprise.

Caleb smirks. “Take a seat, Oliver. You can use the laptop to take notes. I’ll finish breakfast.”

Sure, I’ll just walk across the room and pretend everything is normal while my prostate is massaged along the way. How did this become my life?

As I shuffle over to the desk, Caleb asks, “Do you want anything, sweetie?”

Taken off guard by the affection behind the question, my head jerks around, only to find him looking at Leo as the little Omega eases his pregnant body back into the chair with care.

He gifts my Alpha with an angelic smile. “I’ll take something greasy.”

“Got it,” Caleb replies. “I’ll order a pizza with all the fixings.”

Stifling a surge of jealousy, I rest one hand on the mahogany desktop. “I like pepperoni with banana peppers.”

The soft look vanishes, and Caleb glares at me, his tone shifting back to the commanding one I’ve grown accustomed to. “You’ll eat what I cook for you and enjoy it.”

As he and Damien leave the office, I call after him, “What did I do to earn this punishment?”

Caleb’s laughter drifts back in answer.

Left alone, Leo rubs his hands over his swollen stomach. “Sorry about that. Caleb doesn’t mean anything with the term of endearment. My future husband is obsessed with my pregnancy diet right now, so the rest of the family sneaks me junk food whenever they can.”

Despite his reassurance, a sliver of jealousy remains that I keep out of my voice. “That’s kind of them. I’ve heard cravings can be intense.”

“They are.” He smoothes the loose material of his shirt over his belly. “I’ve nearly bitten off Nolan’s hand more than once, but the man keeps stuffing me with spinach, salmon, and avocados.”

“Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” Vegetables aren’t exactly cheap these days.

I turn back to the desk, but hesitate, staring at the chair. If I sit, it will drive the butt plug even deeper, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.

Leo notices my reluctance. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, fine.” I sit on the plush seat, and a shaky breath escapes me as another wave of pleasure courses through my body.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Leo’s cheeks pinken. “I didn’t realize your Heat had just passed. I thought the delay in my visit was to give you time to come down from it.”

My face, already warm, now burns. Did Caleb seriously discuss my fertility cycle with his future in-law?

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