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I'd thanked him more than once for the compliment and being willing to be patient with me. I'm not surprised that he's had trouble with other agents. Once they find out he's a famous rockstar, they're all in it for their fifteen minutes of fame. I've seen it time and time again.

All in all, the phone calls only take about an hour, so I'm left with the rest of the day to ponder life choices. I'd checked my missed calls and voicemail, but there hadn't been any from either Santiago or Kennedy. They'd likely gotten busy. It is a business trip, after all. There's a small part of me that can't but wonder if the time away has given them the space to come to their senses. Heck it all, maybe someone called and spilled the beans to them, and they now know that I'm a jobless loser omega and that'll be all she wrote.

I groan in frustration and push away the notebook I'd been writing future options in. The outlook is bleak, anyway. Not a chance in hell will I risk going through this again, so I'd have to find a decent agency that would hire an omega. Even with my sales record and achievements, it's not going to be easy. Snapping the notebook shut across the counter, I hop to my feet only to walk the small distance over to the couch and collapse down onto it, throwing an arm over my eyes to block out the light.

Chapter 12

Bryce

The next thing I know my doorbell is ringing, startling me out of sleep. I hadn't meant to take a nap, but here we are with the sun sitting low enough in the sky that it's starting to darken out. For a second time today, I wake up from the couch with my back hurting, questioning why I keep doing this to myself. The doorbell rings twice more before I can do the ‘old lady hobble shuffle’ down the hallway.

On the last one, I yell out, "Chill out! I'm coming!"

Swinging the door wide in frustration, it brings with it the scent of a summer rainstorm before my eyes can tell my brain who has been obnoxiously ringing my dang bell. A bouquet of flowers is lowered enough to allow that cocky lopsided smirk to show. Santiago. In a pair of slacks that hug his thighs and a baby-blue dress shirt with the first couple buttons undone, I could swear the man dresses this way to get a rise out of women like me. His face is freshly shaved around the short-clipped, boxed-in beard with his hair styled back as always.

"Impatient much?" I tease, propping a hand on my hip.

The movement draws his attention, and he takes in my appearance with that sexy smile and a small lift of an eyebrow. It's then that I remember that I'm not wearing a bra underneath my semi-ratty clothes. A fact that I hadn't stopped to consider when Kit was here earlier.

"Very much so," he says, watching me cross my arms over my chest. "So much in fact that I threw Kennedy to the wolves and came home early."

He holds out the flowers to me and I can't help crying a little bit on the inside from happiness. I don't think I've ever had someone so eager to see me in my life. "Do you want to come inside?"

Had it been Kit, I'm sure he'd have made a witty, sarcastic remark, but Santiago accepts my invitation brushing my arm as he passes. Maybe I'm having withdrawals in the affection department, because the mere skin contact makes it break out in tingles. I follow him into the kitchen before grabbing a vase from beneath the sink to put the flowers in.

"Thank you, Santiago," I tell him. "These are beautiful."

"I tried to bring you a cherry blossom back, but there are very strict laws about agriculture in foreign countries," he answers. "So, I'll just have to buy you one over here. You'd love them. Or maybe, one day, you could make the trip with us during peak season."

Moving the flowers to where he's standing at the counter island, I place them near the middle, so they won't get knocked off. Which must've been some premonition kind of thing, because Santiago moves to box me in. With a hand at either of my hips, he steps close until there's no distance separating us. Then his lips crash down on mine and all of the craziness since yesterday fades away. He kisses me like a man starved. Sweet at first to savor the flavor then completely devouring.

"Is it too soon to say that I missed you on that short-lived trip?" he asks after retreating a few inches. It's not far enough. His scent wraps around me as his breath fans hot against my face with each word he speaks. I don't care if it's too soon to miss one another. I don't care if it's too soon for anything serious. There's only one thing I care about and it's how fast I can get him to strip our clothes off so that I can feel his skin against mine.

Feeling bold for the moment, I tuck a couple fingers down the waistband of his slacks and tug him as tight as he can possibly fit against me. The last thing he needs is to be told twice. Taking back the lead, his mouth drops to mine again in another soul scorching kiss. Much like the night at the drive-in, it puts a heat between my legs that forces a whine out. At the sound, Santiago's hands slip underneath my shirt, taking their time to skim every inch of skin they can before locking them over my breasts and softly squeezing a few times. He adjusts us so that he can lightly pinch my nipples to hard peaks with his thumb and forefinger.

Another whine slips out as one hand secures around the back of his neck and the other weaves into the styled locks on top of his head. This time when he pulls away, there's only a second worth of hesitation as his eyes question if I'm okay with what's happening. Tugging on him gently makes that one corner of his lips perk up before he drops his head to capture my left nipple between them. My legs turn to wet noodles, and I almost hit the floor when I feel his teeth join the party scraping along the sensitive bud.

I can't take it anymore. I want to feel his skin beneath my fingertips and flush against my own. Containing my inner savage that wants to rip the buttons off the shirt by yanking it right down the middle, I take it button by button as he switches his attention to my other breast. It isn't until I've made it to the point of the last button and am untucking the shirt from his slacks that he pulls away again. Too bad, though, he got to have his fun, so I'm going to have mine. Starting at his waistline, I skim my fingers across the top of his slacks and slowly work my way up to the set of abs I'd only been able to imagine since first setting eyes on the man. When I finally make it to his shoulders, our gazes clash and I'm pretty sure we're asking each other the same questionif we're both sure.I give him my answer, guiding my hands over his shoulders and down his biceps, successfully pushing his shirt down to his elbows. His answer comes to me as he drops his arms and lets it slip all the way to the floor.

Taking his hand in mine, I pull him behind me and almost detour to my nest downstairs so that it can soak up his real scent but choose the stairs instead. How on earth would I explain a beta having a nest? Definitely a conversation best saved for later. By the time we make it to my bedroom, I'm ready to rip my own clothes off and present for him. A neat, little fact I'd read over the past couple weeks. I'd always wondered why there was such a strong desire to have sex face down on my hands and knees and being taken that way. Apparently, it's an omega thing when we get super turned on for our alpha. All my signals were mixed due to the suppressants I presume. Not like Jerk-face ever wanted to have sex that way, anyway.

Now, with Santiago pressing against my back and cupping my breasts while his lips find the spot of my neck that meets my shoulder, I lust more than ever for just that. His hands drop to the bottom hem of my shirt before lifting it over my head and tossing it somewhere. One hand slips beneath my yoga pants so that he can cup my mound before teasing my clit through my panties. The other hand stays occupied kneading my breast before tugging the nipple to make sure it stays budded for him as the other tugs my panties aside and he slips a digit between my folds.

It takes all I have to stay on my feet. I haven't been with anyone in what feels like forever, and even when I was, it never felt like this. Like my body might explode from want and need. Stepping back and pulling me with him, his hand that was at my chest falls away. My brain isn't functioning enough to complain with his one hand still beneath my panties, grazing over the spot begging the most for his attention. It isn't until the overhead light flips on that I realize what he's doing. The lamps come to life next before the big one goes back off.

Reaching back, I flip them off again and he chuckles in my ear before turning them right back on. These lamps are good for decoration and reading alone in bed at night, but they're going to shed light on every single one of my insecurities in front of this man who's sexier than should be legal.

Then his lips find my ear again and he nips gently at the edge. "Let me see you."

Who could possibly say no? Maybe someone who can form a coherent thought, and that's definitely not me as that hand teases closer to where I want him. As he walks us over to the bed, it brings back the memory of being led around the dance floor by the other alphas last night with the hard press of his body behind me and his footsteps guiding mine.

Before we get to the point of ridding ourselves of the rest of our clothes, his hand slowly retreats so that I can turn to face him. I want at least one more good kiss just in case he decides to take off running if he doesn't like what he sees. He easily obliges, turning the small act hot enough to set the room on fire as our tongues tangle. It doesn't stop until I forget everything but him. Then, I can't seem to wait any longer.

Lightly dragging my nails down his chest draws out this sound from him that makes me literally drip down my inner thighs. I don't quit until I reach his belt so that I can start undoing it. The button and zipper quickly follow before those slacks are hitting the floor. I wish I could say that I took a moment to enjoy the sight of the sexy alpha in front of me in nothing other than the name-brand skin-tight briefs that do nothing to hide any part of him. Especially the thick bulge testing the stretch on the material.

He got to touch me, so fair's fair, right? Pulling the waistband out enough to slip my hand inside, I get my first indication at just how big he is when my fingers won't even touch wrapped around him. If I thought the sound he made before was drool worthy, the one he makes as I move my hand up and down a couple times can't even compete.

"On the bed!" he barks with command in his tone. It's the first time an alpha has ever commanded me to do anything and the fact that it's with him in this situation, I can't contain the excited whine that slips out as my body rushes to comply. I climb onto the bed on my knees, but he doesn't let me get far. Grabbing my ankles, he tugs until I crash down onto my belly right before he flips me over. To be handled so forcefully activates a new lust within me that I didn't even know was there. Not like he gives me time to muse over it, either, as he quickly strips my bottom layers of clothes off, spreads my legs as wide as they'll go, and drops his face between them. My back arches and I cry out as soon as his tongue comes into contact with what I like to call my happy button. He takes more time devouring it than he even did those kisses.

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