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“And he wants… me?”

“Us,” I clarified. “Well… And just me. During heat. He offered fifty grand if I fucked him on stream and I said I’d think about it… That's when he asked about watching me with you.”

Jesse’s jaw hit the floor. “FIFTY thousand?!”

“I know,” I huffed. “Don’t get me wrong, he pays out a lot, but that offer was… crazy. Plus I don’t know about fucking some alphahole perv…”

“I mean, how different from the Hotel is it?” Jesse chewed his lip, thinking. “And you think he’s serious?”

I shrugged. “He’s never made an offer without following through. He paid me five thousand once to make myself squirt on stream. It also broke my keyboard and he bought me a new one. It’s how I got the Dragon Pro… So I’m inclined to believe him.”

He was quiet for a minute, my discomfort mounting.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” I said easily. “There’s no pressure. I just wanted to tell you about it and give you the option. If you’re not comfortable, I’d say no and tell him to fuck off. It just might be good for us… We could put the money on a house, move faster, be set up for a while… And I think you’d have a lot of fun.”

“Do you want to fuck him?”

“I can’t say I’m not a little curious, but I’ve never seen him. What if he’s like, super old and wrinkly?”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Gotta be, being rich like that.”

“You say, knowing damn well that Charlie is your sugar daddy.”

Jesse gasped in mock offense. “How dare you madam, I am a kept beta.” Though we both knew it was a little true. Just last month Charlie gifted enough subs for Jesse to replace his processor to a much higher powered one. Apparently Charlie and his college friend had sold their startup and now he was rolling in it.

I laughed, dissolving into giggles. “So you’ll think about it?”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. And you’re okay with me being… a beta?”

I clicked my tongue irritably, my tone holding a playful amount of snark. “No, I’d completely forgotten when I brought it up.”

Sure, most omegas that streamed with partners on SLCK’d did so with alphas. That was the draw, I guess? Helpless omega and a big bad alpha… But that wasn’t really my thing.

I was perfectly happy, and smitten, with my beta.

He couldn’t quite meet my gaze, eyes landing on my shoulder. “I don’t know. I just… want to make sure, I guess…”

I gripped his chin and pulled it down, easily bringing our lips together for a soft kiss. “Jesse, you’re my partner. I’m not ashamed of that. I don’t care if you’re an alpha, a beta, fuck, even another omega. I just likeyou, and if I want to fuck you on my stream for the world to see, I will. And it will be hot as fuck and make us rich, even without Glitch’s money.”

“You think?” he asked bashfully, cheeks red even in the candlelight.

“I’m positive,” I assured. “We’re both hot as hell. It's a goldmine.”

He laughed at that. “That we are. Call me Proctor Jesse.”

I kissed him harder this time, heavier. Taking control easily, licking his lips until they opened for me, my tongue sliding into his mouth. Jesse's hands found my hips as I continued to kiss them, grateful once again that his bath was big enough to accommodate us both.

After a long while of heavy making out until we were both breathless, I pulled away. “Come on, let's go to the couch and cuddle. I’m pruning.”

He held up his hand to show off the wrinkling skin of his fingertips. “You mean melting?”

I smacked his shoulder. “Don’t make me punish you.”

“But that was the plan,” Jesse pouted, deliciously full lower lip pushing out and nearly drawing me right back in.

“Well, maybe if you’re good, the reward will be even better,” I volleyed back, letting my tone go silken as I gave into the urge for a soft peck.

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