“Uh, hey, Judy.”
She always seemed to check out the diamond on my hand. One of the many jewelry Samuel had showered me with in the time since we’d claimed each other.
“Hey.” Ever since she caught me sobbing my eyes out, she’d stopped being so uptight.
Judy lowered her head closer to me. “Did your man fire Ray?” she whispered. I straightened; head tilted. Ever since Sam dragged me away in the cafeteria, Ray avoided me like the plague.
“Is he gone?”
Judy only nodded and peeked at the door.
I hopped to my feet.
“I’ll go find out.”
“Don’t tell him I said anything,” she blurted.
“I won’t throw you under the bus.” I flounced up the steps to Samuel’s office. My dress fluttering around my knees from the draft of air from closing the door.
The door clicked into place, and he looked up from the document. A smile curved the corners of his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“You’re wearing the dress.”
“You like it?” I flared the ends out to give him a peek of my thighs. “My Alpha bought it for me.” Heat flared in his eyes.
“Get over here, you naughty Omega.”
I slowed before rounding his desk.
“Um, I have a question, butdon’t-get-mad.” I rushed the last bit. His eyebrow lifted and he set the pen he fiddled with down.
“Go ahead.”
“Promise first.” I slinked to his side, gripping his arm, pouting down at him. Leeriness crept into his gaze.
“Nina. What is it.”
I sighed. “Did you force Ray to leave the department?—?”
His palm slapped on the folders before him, and he glared up at me.
“Never mind,” I squeaked, backing up, but he quickly caught me, turning me and forcing my belly into the desk. “Wait! It was an innocent question! We were talking—whoa, wait, Sam!”
He tugged my dress over my waist, exposing my ass. He snapped the thong off, baring me to his eyes.
“Samuel,” I muttered.
“Silence,” he ordered, one hand on the middle of my back. The documents wrinkled under me, and I worked to keep my hands still, so I didn’t damage more of the papers.
His belt sounded and he entered me, the glide of his cock smooth.
I gasped, valiantly trying to contain my moans.
He reached to cover my mouth. I cried out against his palm, each rut of his hips slapping his thighs against mine, knot buried deep. With his next soul jolting thrust, his palm slapped my butt. I grunted, my channel clamping down.
“I’ve told you. Do not. Mention. Other men. To me.” He thrust with each pair of words. I gasped, thrashing under him as I tried to grind my ass up to get him fucking me harder.
“You know what I want to hear,” he snapped. I did know, but I couldn’t freaking breathe!
