Page 70 of Tempting Frey
Monty was the last to leave the room. He poked his head back through the door, winking at me conspiratorially.
“You can tell me,” he whispered. “It’s Laurel Riley, isn’t it?”
I glared at him. “No.”
His face split into a shit-eating grin. “I knew it!”
On Wednesday, I left the office early. I’d worked enough overtime over the years I no longer felt guilty sneaking out on a random afternoon.
After work, Oliver visited Calvin, who was only weeks away from giving birth. I used the alone time to tackle some chores I’d been procrastinating on. When my omega came home, the floors and bathroom were clean, fresh linens were on the bed, and I’d cleared out half the bedroom closet for him.
He stood on his tiptoes to hug my neck and kiss my cheek.
“You’ve been busy.”
“Well, I want my omega to like it here.”
“You’re the best. I can’t wait to move in.”
“If you’re recovered by then, we could do it on Saturday.”
Oliver waggled his eyebrows. “Actually, I feel pretty much recovered already.”
I hesitated. “You want to start packing now? It’s almost eight.”
He laughed. “Definitely not. But there’s one thing I want to do with my healed body.”
“Oh?”
“It will be the first time we make love outside the heat.”
Pressing on my chest with both hands, he pushed me backward to the sofa. My calves hit the cushion, and I fell onto it with a bounce.
Oliver lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. I was helpless when he got like this—determined, excited, and so gorgeous he took my breath away.
With an eager smile, he unzipped my jeans and took my cock out. He ran his nose along the underside and kissed the slit.
“Just looking at your beautiful cock makes me wet for you.”
He parted his lips and slowly slid them over the crown, stroking the length with both hands. Blue-green eyes blinked up at me, and dark-pink lips stretched around my girth. Mycockhead nudged his throat, and he moaned, taking me even deeper.
Seeing my cock disappear into his open mouth while his tongue worked miracles along the underside… Had I won something? People said too much joy could make a person go crazy. Maybe I already had. If so, I hoped I’d never regain my sanity.
I weaved my fingers through his shining hair, gazing at the sprinkle of freckles on his nose. Divine pleasure engulfed my dick and balls.
“Baby, you’re stunning.”
He pulled back to lick the slit and sucked harder.
When he let go with a soft pop, I swore. Oliver stood, and he was naked from the waist down. I’d been so transfixed by his mouth and tongue I hadn’t even noticed him undressing.
He straddled my hips, grabbed my cock, and, holding my gaze, lowered himself until the head prodded his opening.
With parted lips, reddened from cock-sucking, he exhaled from deep within. The pressure on my crown increased.
Soon, I’d be inside his slick warmth again, but this time there wouldn’t be the senseless need of heat. I’d be able to savor him. His ring stretched around my cockhead, tight like a clenched fist?—
“Ouch!”
