“Nothing,” I say breathlessly.
As we drive, the fantasy continues in my mind. He’s lifting me, positioning me over the thick head of his cock. I’d be so wet for him. I am so wet for him right now in this limo. He’d slide in with just the right amount of resistance. The stretch would be delicious, borderline painful, as my virgin body accommodates him for the first time.
I shift in my seat, trying to ease the throbbing between my legs. The fantasy is so vivid I can almost feel the fullness, the way he’d fill every inch of me as he thrusts upward, his hands gripping my ass to control my movements.
“Francine?”
I blink, reality rushing back when I see Drake staring at me incredulously. His pupils are dilated, and his nostrils are slightly flared.He can smell me. Oh god, he can smell how turned on I am.
“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing his tight grip on the armrest.
“Yes,” he grunts. The sexual tension in the limo is suffocating. I’m panicking inside, hoping we reach my apartment quickly so I can escape this rolling torture chamber.My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it. “What are you thinking about?”
“It’s none of your business, Drake,” I say, sighing as I look out the window and trying to act nonchalant.
“Oh, really? Have you ever been around an alpha before?” he presses, leaning forward. “Because from what I can smell, it seems like you’re going into heat. And an alpha knows. We always know.”
“That’s not happening,” I say with a nervous laugh as the truth of his words sinks into my gut.
“Have you ever been in heat before?” he asks, his green eyes never leaving my face.
“That’s none of your business,” I say again as I blush furiously in my seat.
“I think it is,” he says softly. “We’ve never had an omega in our house before. You would be the first.”
“That’s nice,” I reply automatically, not processing his words.
He throws his head back and laughs, the sound rich and warm, filling the limo.
“That’s nice?” he repeats.
“I’m not joining your pack,” I say quickly. “I’m just the nanny. You even said yourself that Kieran would never accept it.”
“Right,” he says, but his smile says he doesn’t care what Kieran thinks, and that worries me.
I turn to look out the tinted window, desperate for distraction. The familiar streets of my neighborhood are coming into view, thank goodness.
“You’re not going to ruin this for me, are you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Drake says suddenly. “I’ll be on my best behavior unless otherwise instructed.”
“Thank you,” I say softly.
He shrugs. “You’re welcome. But it’s going to be a challenge, to be honest. You smell incredible.”
I swallow hard. “I use scent blockers for work.”
“They don’t work on me,” he says simply. “Not with you.”
The limo slows as we approach my apartment building. I’ve never been so relieved and disappointed at the same time. Part of me wants to stay in this limo forever, letting the tension build until it breaks. The other part is terrified of what might happen when it does.
“We’re here,” Drake announces unnecessarily as the limo stops. “Let’s get your things.”
I nod. My underwear is completely soaked with slick, and I hope to god it doesn’t show through my pants as I climb out of the limo.
My hands are shaking as I fold a t-shirt and place it in the open suitcase on my bed. Thirty minutes into this packing nightmare, and I’m hyper-aware of Drake’s presence as he leans against my bedroom wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me with those intense green eyes. The small room feels impossibly smaller with him in it, his alpha energy taking up space that should be mine alone.
I fumble with the shirt, dropping it and having to refold it while pretending my fingers aren’t trembling under his scrutiny.
