Page 29 of Omega in Hiding

“Please, Paolo, give yourself some grace,” I say quietly.

He hangs his head. “Easier said than done.”

“I know.” I really wish he’d look up at me again. I want to know he’s okay. Ineedhim to feel better. I’m partly responsible for his dejected mood, although I don’t regret what I did.

He exhales roughly and glances up at me under his brow. “I’m glad at least you’re talking to me again.”

“Me too.”

He winces. “I don’t think I ever really even thanked you for saving my life.”

“That’s okay. You were upset.”

He nods and moves closer. His eyes glitter as he stops in front of me. He reaches out and runs his hand down my arm, sending goosebumps over my flesh. “You actually care about me? You weren’t just saying that?”

“I do care.” I swallow hard, fighting the way his touch makes me feel. I can’t give into my desire. I just can’t. It’s too dangerous. “Probably more than I should. Certainly more than Dario wants me to.”

“Dario has no say in what we feel or do with each other.” His voice is husky and his dejected demeanor seems to be changing into a more aroused one.

My pulse spikes at the look in his eyes. The smart thing to do would be to leave his room. But my feet feel cemented in place. “Paolo,” I say softly, a warning in my voice. “We can’t do anything with each other.”

“Why not?” he asks, still running his fingers lightly over the skin of my arm. “We’re both adults.”

“Yeah, but I work here,” I say breathlessly. “And… and Dario doesn’t want us to get close.”

“Not sure I give a shit what he wants.” His fingers curl around my wrist, and he slowly tugs me to his body. I don’t fight him. I should, but I don’t. His body is hard and warm and my dick immediately hardens. He smiles at me and there’s nolonger any trace of sadness. He looks alert; like a predator on the hunt. “What I’m interested in is whatyouwant, Connor.”

My heart is racing as I hold his gaze. I’m no shy little virgin. I know what he wants and I also know if I don’t get out of his room, I’m probably going to give into him. Mostly because I want it too. I’ve wanted him since I met him, but knew better than to pursue things with him.

So, where has that resolve disappeared to?

“Come on,” he says softly. “Let’s just enjoy each other.Fuck Dario. I want you, Connor and I think you want me too.”

“I just came up here to check on you,” I murmur, my eyes pinned on his pretty mouth. Fuck, I want to taste him. I want to give in to him bad. It’s been way too long since I slept with anyone, and he’s probably the sexiest alpha I’ve ever met.

He leans in and takes my mouth hungrily. My body flushes with heat at the feeling of his warm, moist mouth on mine. I can’t help pressing closer, slick pulsing from my ass as arousal shifts through me. He deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing into my greedy mouth.

I should tell him to stop. I should tell him I’m on the clock, and this can’t happen. But instead, I slip my arms around him and moan into his mouth. His excitement spikes as I give, in and his hands roam my body.

The kiss is so exhilarating, I barely notice he’s walked me backwards until my legs bump against the bed. This is nuts. I’m absolutely aware that I’m actinginsane. Reckless. But my body is aching for him. His robe comes open as I fall back onto the bed, and I glimpse his rippled abs and hard, thick cock.

My mouth goes dry as he unzips my jeans. I don’t stop him. I just watch him, heart racing as he tugs off my shoes, andthen my pants. He pauses, eyeing the ankle holster and gun on my leg. Then he slowly unhooks the clasp of the holster, and carefully lays the gun on the nightstand. Now would be a good time to run for the door. That would be the wise thing to do. Instead, I scoot up further onto the bed. I pull my shirt off over my head, and throw it on the foot of the bed.

“Good, boy,” he says. “Now take off your underwear too.”

I shiver, hesitating. “I should probably go.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice is gruff with need. “Take. Off. Your. Underwear, Connor.”

I swallow hard but I obey. I slowly peel my underwear off, feeling like I’m in a trance. We stare at each other, the scent of arousal and slick in the air.

“This is complete insanity,” I whisper.

“I don’t care.” He drops his robe onto the floor, and crawls up on the bed with me.

He covers my body with his and we both groan as our cocks touch. He takes my mouth again in a lusty, greedy kiss, flexing his hips. I whimper, realizing there’s no going back now.

Paolo is taking what he wants.

---