Page 9 of Sizzling for His Omega

He nuzzled my neck, his scruff scraping in such a pleasant way against my skin. “I’m hungry.”

No question he was hungry, but I didn’t think frozen waffles were what were on his mind. “For food?” His cock was fully erect, and I wanted it in me so badly, I didn’t care if I walked funny later. Not at all.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he seemed to read my mind. Grasping my hips, he set me away from him and shook his head. “As much as I’d rather take you back to bed, I have a feeling your body needs a break. So…food? Sure. What shall we make?”

“I was going to cook for you.” I swayed toward him before tightening my leg muscles because he was right, and too much closeness was going to have my kitchen staff asking questions.

“I’m not a chef, but I like dabbling in the kitchen. I manageto feed myself decently.”

“Oh, of course.” I hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings! “But you’re my guest.”

“Omega?” His stern alpha tone rippled over me. “Eggs?”

“I was going to make waffles. I have some in the freezer. And maybe fruit? Coffee?”

“Great!” He grabbed an apron from the collection on a hook beside the fridge. “If you’ll tell me what to cut up, I’ll be in charge of fruit.”

I piled an orange, apple, and a few strawberries and grapes on the counter before fetching the zip-top bag of plastic-wrapped pumpkin waffles from the freezer.

“Where’s the box?” he asked, looking in drawers for a knife. “Do you repackage them when you put them away?”

“Box?” Puzzled, I looked at the bag and then back at him. “Oh, like from the store?”

“Yeah, waffles…did you make those?”

I shrugged. “I figured out when I was a teenager that they are much cheaper and taste better if I do. Then I figured if they could make them and freeze them for later, so could I. And as an adult, I appreciate the lack of things I can’t pronounce in my food.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to try them. What do you have to do? Put them in the oven?”

Feeling particularly proud of myself, I shook my head and pointed toward the toaster. “Just like the ones at the store.”

He was particularly impressed by the spice and pumpkin flavor, and we ate our breakfast together as if we were a long-time couple, lingering over coffee until I had to get ready for work and he had to leave as well. I walked Leon to the door and kissed him goodbye.

He started down the steps then stopped and looked back. “Did you cancel our date because of the age difference? Becauseif you think I’m too old for you…”

I trotted to stand on the step next to him and grabbed his hand. “Believe it or not, it’s not you it’s me. But I would love to get together again soon, if you want to.”

He did.

Chapter Ten

Leon

He hadn’t quite answered the age question.

I’d never been one for happy, positive thinking and affirmations but, this morning, a few days after my night with my omega, I found myself chanting them over and over.

We are fated.

It has to work out.

We are fated.

Age doesn’t matter.

Then again, I had to know if that second-guessing in his eyes was real or not. If it was me that made him rethink what we had.

I had made the argument in my head, practicing the damned thing over and over in case he decided our age gap was a problem.

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