Page 9 of Risque
“Sir, I… I’m going to…”
He lets out another little whine as I pull his head into my chest. “Come for me, Mila. Show me how much you want this.”
His body shudders in my arms, his fingers digging further into my chest, his lips finding one of my nipples through my shirt. The moment he drags it into his mouth, teeth tugging at the erect nub, he falls apart. Wetness seeps over the fabric of my pants, the Omega’s scent strangling my nose and my cock until I nearly flip him over and rut against his ass.
“Shit,” Mila mumbles into my chest. “I made a mess.”
I bite back a laugh as I slowly help him off my lap and point to a small door in the corner of my office. “There’s a small bathroom in there and scrubs that might fit you.” Mila’s eyes are still wide, his breath ragged, his gaze falling to the obscene bulge in my pants. His expression dims a little and I have to reassure him. My Alpha needs to make sure Mila is okay. “Sweetheart, look at me. If I go into that bathroom with you, something very different is going to happen and while I wouldn’t be against it… we might be moving just alittletoo fast.”
I’m starting to understand that haze in his eyes now. I might not understand Omegas but the way he becomes pliant around me and in my hands is dangerous. The power I wield here atEpicureameans that we have to tread lightly and I’ve done everything but that.
“But you want me?”
“Yes, Mila. Maybe we can go for drinks after? Figure out whatever this is then.”
He gives me a hasty nod and rushes off to the bathroom while I stare down at the mess on my pants. Some part of me doesn’t want to change. His scent is all over me, claiming me, telling everyone that he’smine.
And then I remember I run a goddamn company and the news wouldruinmy pretty little Omega.
Mila
Showered and dressed in a pair of black scrubs, I look in the mirror, trying to figure out what the fuck just happenedagain.
“He’s Nolan’s dad,” I tell myself in the mirror, my eyes staring at the bruising on my lips from Mr. Holt’s kiss.
“He’s myex’sdad,” I tell myself, eyes traveling further to the purpling on my hip where he gripped me as I rode his thighsand came all over him. God, that’s so fucking embarrassing. My cheeks pink as I try to find another reason to decline his offer. But there isn’t one.
Mr. Holt is my mate and my body is yearning for more of that. I’m salivating for his touch, his cock, his sweet words to me.
“Mila, are you okay?”
I squeal and rip open the door to see Mr. Holt standing there in a new suit, doing up the buttons along his cuffs. He looks immaculate and nothing like me who’s still wrecked from what just happened. But then that warm smile shows back at me.
“Yes, sir. I’m good. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“Well, I have a meeting down the hall and then we can go to an early dinner. How’s that?”
I frown, trying to remember what little I read from his schedule. There were several other meetings he was supposed to attend today. “Sir, but…”
“Mila, I canceled them. I think there’s something much more important than work to discuss at the moment.”
My cheeks redden further and then I just sigh, giving in. There’s no use in telling the CEO that he can’t cancel his own meetings but that means we’re going to discuss whatever this is… way sooner than I had planned. “What do I do until then?” I hadn’t really thought about the down time during meetings or when Mr. Holt was sleeping.
“You can stay here. I heard that you might be thinking about school again? Why don’t you study a little? I shouldn’t be long.”
And then he just leaves.
I can’t take this whiplash emotional warfare from my Omega as my heart sinks again.We’re not dating. I can’t expect a kiss from him.Even so, I had tilted my head up just a little and then was denied. Not like Mr. Holt knew what I was asking for.And he said he’s never been around an Omega. His wife was an Alpha, a gorgeous one, and I have no idea what he sees in me.
Letting out a little huff of frustration, I march back into the room and park myself on the couch, far away from the incident that just happened. I bury myself in my phone, searching up different schools that will be in my price range based on scholarships and financial aid. Which is basically none of them.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t try.
A message pops up on my phone and I dismiss it without even looking at it, trying to see the name of the school that just ran across my screen.
Another message.
And then another.
