Page 31 of Heat Me

We weren’t a couple. And we couldn’t be, not until I secured this job.

My eyes landed on him, watching his cute profile with a slightly upturned nose as he stared at the screen. I really hoped I wasn't reading too much into it. He could just be relieved thatI was helping him through his heat. Did he truly want to start something with me?

Damien's eyes shot to mine, caught me in the act of staring, and quickly dropped down again. Well, he also couldn't be sure if I really wanted more from him.

We were circling each other, testing the waters, neither of us fully grasping what the other wanted.

The doorbell interrupted my thoughts. The pizza had arrived.

Damien took the box from the delivery guy and set it down in front of me with an apologetic smile.

"Go ahead, eat the whole thing. I can’t fit any more in."

"Are you sure? Not even a bite?"

"Yeah, go on, eat it all."

I started eating, and he stood leaning against the kitchen cabinet, looking pensive. It was obvious there was a lot going on in his head, a slight frown forming in his brows. He was closely watching me stuff my mouth because, as a purple alpha, I had a very healthy appetite. I felt a bit uncomfortable being the only one eating, but I knew I wouldn’t convince him to join me.

Once I was done, I said, "Well, now I have to start going through the client database, those who have been registered so far in the list of potential contract buyers. This entry in the database is separate from the listing with the offers, of course, and much larger."

"Sure, I won’t bother you. I’ll go take a shower, and then I’ll study because I have an exam next week."

I nodded, and Damien left the kitchen, his face still quite pensive.

I glanced over the faces of my four ‘challenges’ once again and then started going through the list of clients, but somehow without much enthusiasm. It was hard for me to focus.

The air was filled with the pleasant scent of Damien’s heat, which certainly didn’t make it easier for me to concentrate on work. Finally, after an hour, I managed to select a dozen or so candidates who theoretically could meet the expectations of those clients, but I wasn’t convinced about it. I couldn’t focus well, my body slightly trembling.

I knew that in order to do something about it, I might have to go back to my place to calm down.

But I also remembered how anxious Damien was, so it was a dilemma.

With some hesitation, I replied to Mr. Ragu that I had started analyzing the database and would give him an answer soon, although I was pessimistic.

After another hour of frantic and haphazard notes, I heard footsteps, and Damien stood in the doorway. I knew immediately what he wanted; his cheeks were flushed.

Our eyes met—that was all I needed to know.

I immediately got up and walked over to him, bent down, grabbed his thighs, and lifted him into the air. And so, with him in my arms, I walked into the room to put him on the bed.

This time, however, I decided to do what I had always wanted to do—move us forward, start building more than just the physical part…

So, I leaned over him slowly, and kissed him for the first time on the lips—his soft, tender lips.

He made a charming sound of surprise, but immediately opened them and our tongues met; the kiss was very sweet and pleasant, but his temperature was rising quickly, as was my arousal.

We were still very much in the physical part, the other part was only shyly waking up, so I just went with it.

With one motion, I pulled up his long T-shirt, realizing he had nothing underneath, I slid my hand between his legs, feelinghis hardness, and underneath I found his wet, throbbing hole, waiting for me to fill it. I could feel how wide open he was, so I didn't hesitate. I pressed my cock against his opening and plunged in…

We both moaned, and I started to fuck him: fast and intense, looking for the first orgasm. And sure enough, thirty seconds later, he came all over my stomach.

During the rut, the alpha could usually come very quickly too, although a little less often than the omega, but we could go on without feeling hypersensitive. And that's what happened this time after I came. I didn't collapse on the bed or on top of him, I grabbed his hips and turned him over so he was in the riding position.

Then, with one tug, I ripped his T-shirt completely off and threw it aside.

I could feel the surprise in him, so I asked, "Are you okay with this position?"

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