Icarus’ hips are humping against mine. His pheromones are thick in the air.
I work over the head of Icarus’ cock where I know he is most sensitive.
He captures my lips like it’s all he can do to stop himself from coming, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth desperately, as if he wishes with all his soul that it was his cock in my pussy.
I wrap my legs around his middle, pulling him even more firmly against me.
I’m going to win.
Then he slides two of his fingers lower through my slick folds and into my pussy, crooking them.
He thrusts his fingers into me in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
And that’s what does it, what thrusts me off the edge and flying…
Icarus swallows my scream, working me through the orgasm, as I fall apart.
My legs slip from around his middle, as I sprawl on the desk, sated.
Meanly, I pull my hand out of Icarus’ trousers, leaving him achingly hard.
After all, a bet is a bet.
Finally, he stops kissing me but he doesn’t look pissed off that his balls must be aching.
Instead, he’s smiling smugly. “I win.”
“Did you? From the fucking incredible orgasm that I just had, it really felt likeIwon.”
Icarus stands, doing up his fly and smoothing down his suit. “But now, you don’t get to know the secret. You’ll have to wait until the staff meeting to find out the important announcement.”
CHAPTER THREE
Basement Garage, Omega Hotel
“Do you know why Mr. Sinner has gathered every Beta staff member in the basement garage?” Lashonda whispers, fiddling with her braid. “He only does this when he has something big to announce or please, tell me that all my Christmas dreams have come true at once and Mrs. Frost is dead.”
“That’s my stepmom you’re talking about,” I reply, mildly.
“Hell yeah, it is.”
I chuckle.
Lashonda is eagerly standing at the front of the crowd of the Beta staff with her arm slung around my shoulders.
Lashonda is two decades older than I am, but she still feels like a sister, rather than a mom. She has never had the chance to be a mom, since Betas who work in any Omega Hotel are not allowed to form pack bonds.
In fact, they aren’t allowed to have romantic relationships.
Lashonda loves the time that she spends with Zoe. She’s amazing with her.
Lashonda’s ebony skin is unadorned with makeup; no staff are allowed to wear so much as mascara. She is curvy, dressed in the elegant blazer and pencil skirt of a concierge.
She must have been chosen as the concierge not only because she’s sociable but also because she is the Queen of Gossip to Michah’s King.
I smirk.
You win, Icarus.
