Page 41 of His Gift
“And what do you want?” Enzo asked, inching closer to me and looking up to meet my eyes, hope and fear and everything in the entire universe in his eyes.
“I want you,” I said honestly, though my voice was quiet. I moved closer to him and took his hands. “This nasty Santa wants his naughty elf with him always.”
It was a gamble, but it turned out to be the right thing to say. Enzo burst into laughter. “No,” he said, shaking his head and stepping all the way into his arms, giving me a hug. “You suck at role play. I draw the line at Santa fantasies.”
“It worked at the auction event,” I protested, folding him into my arms. I didn’t really care about the whole bad Santa thing one way or another, I was just so relieved he wanted to be with me.
“It worked because you needed something to get you out of your head,” Enzo laughed.
“And into your pants?”
He laughed even harder. “And intoyourself,” he corrected me. “You’re a natural Dom, you know. You probably just haven’t been allowed to feel those things.”
“All alphas are natural Doms, aren’t we?” I asked. I didn’t really feel like discussing the ins and outs of alpha/omega dynamics just then, but Enzo was talking to me, and he was relaxing more with every second. My omega was home, and he was going to be happy here.
“I don’t want to know about other alphas, I just want to know about you,” Enzo said, resting his cheek against my shoulder and closing his eyes.
I could have died happy in that moment. It felt like I had everything I could possibly want in my arms.
Of course,that was just me and Enzo, and that was only the first day of what I definitely intended to be our life together. I gave him the week that I said I’d give him, I met his friends Amy and Erica when they came over to check me and my place out and give it their stamp of approval, and on Monday morning, bright and early, I woke Enzo up with me when my alarm went off for work.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” I told him, turning to my side so I could watch him come out of sleep. “Today’s your first day of work at your new job.”
Enzo hummed and stretched and looked so incredibly sexy that my morning wood grew to way more than just a twig.
Then he jolted and sat bolt upright. “Wait, what?” he asked, instantly fully awake.
I grinned and shuffled to sit up with him. “You’re coming to work with me for your full day in your new position as Assistant Events Coordinator.”
“But I don’t know anything about coordinating events,” he argued, throwing off the bedcovers and rushing into the en suite. “I’ve never organized or coordinated an event in my life,” he called back to me.
I didn’t know why it filled me with such giddy pride to have thrown my omega off-guard, but it did.
“You’re going to do an amazing job,” I told him as I got up and followed him into the bathroom.
We’d both been sleeping naked in the past week, since Enzo had moved in with me, so there was no hiding anything as I walked in on him peeing, my erection straining in front of me and my balls hanging heavily. Enzo faced away from me, which meant his luscious backside was on gorgeous display.
I entertained a fantasy of walking up behind him, pushing him forward over the toilet so he had to brace himself against the wall, and slamming into him over and over to empty my balls and take care of my morning wood. Whether Enzo liked it or not.
Who was I kidding? I knew he would like it. I was new to the whole Dom thing, and I still wasn’t convinced I was particularly Dom-y, but instinct told me Enzo would get off on me using him without warning or mercy.
But that would have to wait for another day. Right now, we had to be Corporate Shawn and Newly Employed Enzo.
“I’ll get the shower warmed up,” I said, unable to keep the huskiness out of my voice.
It was one hundred percent my intention to get in, take a quick shower, get out again, and let Enzo have a turn. What actually happened was that I got in, started to take a shower, then Enzo got in with me, sank to his knees, and gave me a shower blow-job that made my knees weak and almost had me losing my footing in the slippery shower and taking us both down. There were worse ways to start a day, though.
I was in an over-the-top good mood once we reached the offices of Wythe Industries, only a few minutes late, thanks to our morning adventure.
“Mr. Wythe, good morning,” Trudy greeted us in a particularly excited mood as we strode out of the elevator and past the front desk. “Is this Mr. O’Neill?”
“It is,” I answered with a smile.
“Hi,” Enzo said, stepping out of my shadow, where I hadn’t realized he’d been walking since we entered the building. I hoped he got over his shyness and impostor syndrome soon, because we had work to do.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. O’Neill,” Trudy greeted him with a handshake.
“Oh, you can call me Enzo,” Enzo said, flushing beautifully.
