His teeth graze my jaw, and I shiver, my hands pulling at his shirt, wanting more, needing more. He sits on my desk, his legs wide, papers scatter as he leans back. I stand up, and his legs wrap around my waist. The heat between us is electric, almost overwhelming, and I lose myself in the feel of him, the way he grips my shoulders, pulling me even closer.
Our movements become a blur, driven by raw need and the silent understanding that this is something neither of us can stop. Not that either of us want to. I whisper his name, and he arches into me, his eyes heavy-lidded and full of trust and desire.
Then, the world fades, leaving only our connection, the sounds of our mingled breath, and the sensation of skin on skin, until everything dissolves into a heady, perfect haze.
A couple of hours later,I finally wrap up the paperwork I came in to finish. Chad, meanwhile, does his best to tempt me into giving in to his particular brand of distraction some more. Heleans against my desk, throwing playful looks my way, his lips curving in a way that makes it hard to focus on anything but him.
I shake my head, a smirk tugging at my own mouth. “You know, you’re not making it easy to be productive,” I say, my voice taking on a teasing edge.
He grins, dark eyes sparking with mischief. “That’s the point,” he says, leaning in just a little closer. “Come on, Dean. You’ve been all work and no play for hours. Isn’t it time for a break?”
The scent of papaya and lime clings to the air around him, wrapping around me and pulling me in. I take a deep breath, letting it fill my senses. It’s intoxicating, and for a moment, I feel my resolve slip, teetering dangerously close to breaking.
I swallow, doing my best to ignore the way he makes my pulse race. It’s a losing battle, but I hold on to the illusion of composure, if only to catch the flicker of intrigue in his playful expression.
“Oh, look at you,” he teases, lightly biting his lower lip. He pushes off my desk and circles around my chair, his fingertips trailing lazily over the back of it. “Do you know what this mark on my neck means?” His voice drips with false innocence.
I arch an eyebrow but keep my eyes on the ledger, pretending to stay focused despite the heat crawling up my neck.
“It means you’re my alpha,” he continues, his lips curving into that irresistible, pouty smile. “And as my alpha, there are certain things I require…” He pauses, leaning in a little closer. “One of them being your full attention—all the time. And right now, I’m just not getting that, so?—”
His fingers trace a path up my arm, sliding over my chest before gliding along my neck. He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His lips part, and his tongue slips out to wet that soft, pouty mouth. My eyes can’t help but follow the movement,and heat floods through me, pooling low in my gut. Damn. Now that I don’t have to resist him, this man is far too tempting.
“Come here,” I command, finally giving in. I pull him into my lap, capturing his mouth with mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. A possessive growl vibrates through my chest, the alpha in me staking a clear claim, making sure he knows exactly who he belongs to.
A sharp knock on the door interrupts us, and he nips at my lips, trying to keep me from pulling away. I chuckle softly against his mouth, pressing one last kiss there before leaning back. He pouts, and the sight makes my smile widen.
“Hold that thought,” I murmur, before calling out, “Yeah?”
“The kitchen delivery is here. They need your signature,” my club manager calls through the door.
I sigh, reluctantly shifting Chad to sit on the edge of my desk as I stand. “Looks like you'll be busy for a minute,” he teases. “I’ll just have to find something to entertain myself with while you’re gone.”
Chad slides off the desk with smooth, effortless movement, mischief dancing in his eyes. Before I can even process it, he strides toward the door, flinging it open to reveal our club manager, clipboard in hand, her face frozen in surprise.
“Oh, didn’t expect me, did you?” Chad laughs, clearly enjoying her shock. He glances over his shoulder at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t keep her waiting, Dean... business calls.”
With a playful wink, he brushes past her, his footsteps light as he disappears around the corner.
I exhale slowly, turning my gaze back to the manager, who’s still standing there, blinking in confusion. I shrug, offering an easy explanation. “My omega.”
She nods like that’s the most natural thing in the world and doesn’t miss a beat, turning and leading the way back to the delivery dock without another word.
CHAPTER 52
Lakelyn
I wasable to keep my job; Lucy was actually really understanding. And I even picked up a shift. I love her.
Today has been one of those rare, good days where everything just falls into place. I feel like I’ve finally started to piece together parts of myself that I didn’t know were broken, and I can’t stop smiling. Maybe it’s Mason’s touch still warm on my skin, or the way Chad looked at me earlier, or the way I can still feel Dean’s thoughts inside my head, but I haven’t felt this at ease in a long time.
I sling my purse over my shoulder and step outside, inhaling the cool air. The world feels bright, like anything’s possible.
But then I see him.
Landon’s standing by his truck, his posture stiff, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me. The easy joy in my chest tightens for a moment, the smile fading just a little. Of course. I forgot about this part.
The way he’s standing screams at me that he already knows.
