Page 52 of Crash Course Omega
Harmony
I'd locked myself in the fourth stall, as far away from the door as possible. But I was sure that didn't make a difference when my perfume is so thick it makes my head spin.
The toilet seat creaks as I adjust myself, probably giving away my position.
“I’m fine, Jaxx,” I say, though my voice is so high-pitched, I’m sure it’s obvious I’m not. “How did you get in here? My bodyguards should be outside.”
“Let's just say I'm very persuasive," he chuckles.
I don’t believe him, but his voice is making me so hot that I can’t think clearly enough to call him out on it.
“I don't need anything from you. You should leave.”
“Are you sure?” Jaxx asks. I can hear the smile in his voice, and the clicking of his shoes on the tiled floor as he enters the bathroom. “It sounds like you're in pain.”
I pull in a sharp breath as he draws closer. He’s exactly what I want and need right now, but I can’t afford any more drama. Shots of Maddock pressing me against the car are already circulating on social media and gossip magazines. The only reason the reporters didn't bring it up earlier is because they were told they'd be kicked out if they tried asking about my personal life.
There’s a light thud, and the door rattles. I can see his shoes in the strip under the door, and I’m sure he’s leaning against it.
“You don't have to lie to me, sweetheart. I can smell you from a mile away.”
He’s so close, and his pheromones are already seeping through to me.
As soon as they brush over me, I shudder, and a fresh wave of slick builds up in me.
My need is too much, and I’m going to perfume again if I don’t keep rubbing my clit.
My heart clenches, and a beat of lust pounds through me at his closeness.
“How's that pussy of yours doing?” he asks, his voice so thick that I shudder. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
As my fingers circle carefully and my legs spread wider, my body aches for him. I want him close, and on me, and in me so that I can taste him again and sate this burning hunger.
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he says softly. “I can stay as long as you need me to.”
I suck in another breath at how gentle his voice is. I want him so much, but I'd be an idiot to say yes. If anyone finds out, it could be even worse than the Ross incident.
But that’s the problem with my omega senses. That part of myself never thinks about what is best for me—just what I need the most.
Like the six foot tall alpha on the other side of the door with honeyed lips and a dangerous tongue offering me his help.
“I just need your pheromones. Nothing else,” I say cautiously.
The toilet creaks again as I drop my legs and slowly stand. I reach for the lock, waiting to hear his answer, but he doesn’t reply.
I wonder if he isn’t actually interested in helping me, and he'd only come for sex.
I hope what I saw of him in that broom closet was more of the real Jaxx than the playboy that shows up in the media. But maybe that's what all the omegas he flirted with hoped.
“Then all I need to do is hold you?” he finally asks.
I draw in a slow breath, my heart beating with nerves. My hand wraps around the lock, just as he grips the top of the door.
Four thick, tanned fingers clutch the edge, like a promise of what he could do to me.
“The same as before. I'm not Harmony, you're not Jaxx. No expectations, no strings.”
“We're just two people with needs,” he continues. “I can be whatever you want me to be right now, sweetheart.”
