“I’m sorry about this,” I finally whisper. “I can’t help it.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“The smell.”
“Smells nice,” he replies, and I squeeze my dick so hard I gasp.
“You don’t want to open a window?”
“No. Like I said, I like it.”
“You can’t say stuff like that. You can’t.”
“Just did. You gonna write me up for that, too?” His eyes twinkle, but I see a flash of his alpha move through those depths. He likes what he sees, but is trying to restrain the urge to take.
“Maybe I will.”
He cocks his head and adjusts the tool belt on his hips.
“Maybe I’ll make you apologize like I did last time.”
“I didn’t apologize!”
His lips curl up into a smile. “Well, you begged for it, so I count that as a win.”
“That makes no sense.”
But this back and forth is only making me needier. How easy it is, how simple. It’s like he was made for me.
For just this moment.
My eyes slide down his body to his groin, and I see his bulge there, thick and waiting.
A whine escapes me, and I feel my entire body tingle and begin to ache.
Oh shit. Oh fucking shit. No, oh gods. No. Not now. Not here.
Thunder rolls across the sky, and I see Glenn’s eyes flash as he senses the change in me, the way my skin glows with need.
“What do you need, Arbor?” he finally asks, the lights flickering slightly.
“My alpha.”
CHAPTER
SIX
GLENN
Everything changes in that moment.My cock stiffens even more as my body is fully enveloped in an awareness of him. My omega.
His breathing intensifies, and he arches toward me.
“I can smell you,” I growl. “Your heat.”
“This is terrible. So fucking terrible. And not professional at all.”
He arches his hips up and groans.
