Page 52 of His Pretty Omega
“Just pampering my omega before he gives birth.” Steering him towards the row of shiny elevators, I swear I heard the omega at the front desk sigh wistfully. “Our bags have already been taken up to the suite.”
While we rode the elevator up to the top floor, I explained to him what I had planned for the weekend.
“I thought we could order some lunch from room service, and then we have a mani/pedi scheduled for you in a couple of hours, followed by a couples massage. Prenatal for you. Don’t worry, I spoke with Naomi and Finn and they said it was okay. I thought we could just relax in the suite the rest of the night, order a nice dinner from room service. Tomorrow we can hang by the pool, or do some shopping if you’d like, and if you are up for it there’s a salsa club I like here, and I thought we could go dancing.”
Seth’s dark brows rose straight up to his hairline. “You want to take me salsa dancing? Alex, you know I don’t know how to salsa. The first time I ever did it was with you, and I had no clue what I was doing.” He looked down at his belly, “And I’m huge and off balance. I think my clubbing days are on hold for a few months, at the very least.”
“One of these days we are going dancing,” I declared, and he gave me an indulgent smile.
The elevator dinged, signaling we had arrived on our floor, and opened to reveal a small foyer with ornate double doors in front of us. Inserting the keycard, I opened the doors for us and watched as Seth gawked, wide-eyed. Moving into the living room of the suite, he did a slow circle.
There was a stone fireplace that I doubted we would use since it was June, but the aesthetic was lovely. A soft looking L shaped sectional looked inviting, along with a full-size kitchen, which I had no intention of us using.
Taking him by the hand, I led him to the French doors that opened to our private balcony. A bistro table and chairs were set up there, surrounded by pots of colorful flowers.
“I want to show you the best part.”
Seth had noticed the set of stairs on the balcony and gave me a questioning look. He still hadn’t said one word, and I was a bit worried about that, since Seth wasn’t prone to silence. But I just surged ahead anyway.
“You first,” I told him, indicating with a tilt of my head for him to take the stairs. “They are a bit steep and I want to be behind you in case you lose your balance.”
He snorted at that, muttering that if he did fall he would flatten me with his bulk, but he slowly started up the stairs. My eyes couldn’t help but be glued to his luscious ass, swaying gently as he walked, the pink scrub pants stretched tight.
He had it in his head that he was much larger than he actually was. His belly might be huge in his eyes, but the rest of him wasn’t. He had gained a bit of weight in his ass, but I certainly wasn’t complaining about that. If anything, it just made it doubly hard for me to keep my hands off of him.
When he cleared the last step he came to a dead stop and I nearly plowed into his back.
“Alex,” his voice was a breathy gasp, “this is…amazing.”
Glancing around at the rooftop pool, complete with luxury loungers, large umbrellas to keep the sun at bay, and thick fluffy towels, I nodded my approval.
The crystal blue water of the pool looked cool and inviting.
“It’s all ours. Complete privacy. We can be naked up here and no one will bother us.”
He gave me a wicked smile, his blue eyes turning heated, as he fluttered his eyelashes at me. “Why Mr. Ortega, did you bring me here to take advantage of me?”
Pulling him into my arms, I stared down into his eyes. “I absolutely did.”
“Mmmm,” he hummed, his tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip, “Take all the advantage you want.”
Our lips touched in a soft kiss that quickly turned heated. I would never grow tired of the taste of him, the way he felt in my arms.
The loud rumbling of Seth’s belly had us both breathlessly laughing.
“Did you say room service?” He rubbed a hand over his belly. “Because this little cock blocker is hungry.”
“Did you just call our child a cock blocker?” This time going down the stairs I made sure to take the lead, in case he lost his balance.
Seth giggled, the sound light in the air. “I did, yep. Doubt this will be the last time they interrupt us getting it on, either. Better get used to it. But I definitely want to revisit that pool later and the getting naked part.”
Jerking my foot from the pedicurist’s hands had been an involuntary response to her scrubbing my feet.
Laughing, I told her I was sorry. Seth peeled one eye open and gave me serious side-eye.
“It tickles!” I defended, trying not to squirm and yank my foot away a second time, as she scrubbed at my rough heels.
“It feels amazing,” Seth closed his eye, sinking back into the lightly massaging leather chairs.
