Page 8 of Risque (Pack It In #1)

Jaxon

Mila hesitates for only a moment before he unearths the sandwich from earlier and then scoots toward me, a frustrated look on his face.

He tears off a piece to hold out to me, frowning when he can’t seem to get close enough.

When he stands up beside my chair, I can’t help but tug him into my lap, the Omega squealing as his ass hits my swollen cock.

“Like this,” I purr. “Feed me like this so I can work.”

Mila blinks a few times and then nods, “Yes, sir.”

My cock thickens further, no doubt something Mila can feel with the way he wiggles in my lap and then settles, forcing that small bite between my lips. I’m hesitant at first, still afraid to find ash on my tongue. But there’s just flavor, bounds and bounds of flavor where there didn’t used to be.

We get into a rhythm, Mila breaking off a bite to feed me as I work on a report for the newest delicacies. It’s like we’ve done this before, each moment making me wonder what a future with this sweet Omega would look like.

Am I slightly perturbed that Mila dated Nolan? Yes. But in some aspect, I’m ecstatic that Nolan ruined his chances because Mila is precious. In the few hours that I’ve known him, he’s sweet and caring, and that smile of his…

Fuck.

I keep forgetting how much younger he is than me, even as he places another bite on my tongue, his fingers lingering there for an extra second.

His scent has gotten so thick that it’s hard to breathe but goddess, I want to sink my cock into his little ass so bad.

Maybe I’ll ask him out for a drink this evening.

Or maybe I’ll be a gentleman and drop him off at his own apartment and fuck myself in a sleeve to keep this professional.

“Hey, Mila. There’s some juice in the fridge. Would you mind grabbing one?”

The Omega grins as he scrambles off my lap and grabs two bottles before returning, curling tighter into my chest than he had been before. “Sir, there’s raspberry and pineapple. Do you have a preference?”

“Choose for me.”

I love both of them but they’ve been sitting there since they were delivered three weeks ago. Without the ability to taste, drinking ash wasn’t something I was looking forward to. And now? I want to eat everything . I want to drink and dine and wine…

Mila carefully unscrews the cap and lifts the bottle to my lips. I almost grab the bottle from him but he lets out a little snarl as if caring for me is his job right down to holding the bottle. I give in, merely pursing my lips to taste the sweet, cold raspberry tang on my tongue.

Oh. My. God.

A bit drips down my chin, Mila frantically putting the bottle down to find something to clean me up.

I reach over to one of the drawers for a napkin but Mila is already there, his tongue dragging up under my neck and through my beard to catch it.

It’s a lot more sensual than it should be, my entire body tensing beneath this Omega as he twists around to continue cleaning my face.

And when his tongue meets my lips, a needy whine slipping from Mila, I’m one wrong decision from snapping.

Mila pulls back, horror flooding his expression. “I didn’t… it was going to get on your shirt and you have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Sweetheart, come here. I liked it just fine.”

I wrap a firm hand around the back of his neck, waiting until he melts beneath my touch before I drag his lips to mine.

He tastes so fucking sweet, my other hand falling to his hip as he settles over my lap.

We shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop.

I need his little whimpers and his cries as his fingers dig into my shirt.

I need the way he presses himself against me, the way he so easily submits to me, the way he rocks himself over my cock as slick coats the tip of my pants.

Jesus Christ, he’s leaking.

And I don’t think I’ve experienced something hotter than that.

“Sir, I… I’m going to…”

He lets out another little whine as I pull his head into my chest. “Come for me, Mila. Show me how much you want this.”

His body shudders in my arms, his fingers digging further into my chest, his lips finding one of my nipples through my shirt.

The moment he drags it into his mouth, teeth tugging at the erect nub, he falls apart.

Wetness seeps over the fabric of my pants, the Omega’s scent strangling my nose and my cock until I nearly flip him over and rut against his ass.

“Shit,” Mila mumbles into my chest. “I made a mess.”

I bite back a laugh as I slowly help him off my lap and point to a small door in the corner of my office.

“There’s a small bathroom in there and scrubs that might fit you.

” Mila’s eyes are still wide, his breath ragged, his gaze falling to the obscene bulge in my pants.

His expression dims a little and I have to reassure him.

My Alpha needs to make sure Mila is okay.

“Sweetheart, look at me. If I go into that bathroom with you, something very different is going to happen and while I wouldn’t be against it…

we might be moving just a little too fast.”

I’m starting to understand that haze in his eyes now. I might not understand Omegas but the way he becomes pliant around me and in my hands is dangerous. The power I wield here at Epicurea means that we have to tread lightly and I’ve done everything but that.

“But you want me?”

“Yes, Mila. Maybe we can go for drinks after? Figure out whatever this is then.”

He gives me a hasty nod and rushes off to the bathroom while I stare down at the mess on my pants. Some part of me doesn’t want to change. His scent is all over me, claiming me, telling everyone that he’s mine .

And then I remember I run a goddamn company and the news would ruin my pretty little Omega.