Her gaze travelled down my body and back up again. That made me feel a little better.
“I figured polite was the way to go with you,” she said. “Would you have taken me if I was demanding?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing my attention to her cleavage. I didn’t hide how I stared at it. There were so many things I could do with tits like that. I was most excited to try teasing her nipples until she begged for more. Oh, and having her wrap the soft flesh around my cock until I spurted all over her pretty face.
My cock plumped up and I blatantly readjusted it.
“Maybe,” I said. “I like you both ways. Hearing you say please makes me desperate to have you begging for more, though.”
“Now isn’t the time. Leighton is still arrested.”
“My family’s lawyer is well on his way to freeing her from that predicament. There’s nothing we can do to rush the process, so there’s no need to cut off my fun.”
I smirked, leaving the safety of the office and heading through the hallways to the elevator. I gave a wave to Selena, hoping we wouldn’t be seeing her again. Kiara seemed to share my testament, avoiding giving any sort of final farewell.
We weren’t the only ones in the elevator, the steel box holding a couple of Institute employees, so I tugged her to the back and stood against the wall. “P2 for us,” I said to the person closest to the buttons, nodding when he thumbed it.
“Isn’t that parking?” Kiara asked, confused.
“It is, sweet omega.”
I pulled her backside to my front. My erection pressed against the small of her back. I was so much taller than her. My chin could rest on her head.
She let out a soft hiss as I discreetly palmed her breast, removing my hand as quickly as it arrived. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
We were in close quarters with these people, but there were a couple of gossips at the front of the elevator. Their chatter would make hearing our conversation difficult.
“Am I doing something?” I asked innocently.
I slid my fingers down her arm to grab her hand, placing it on the holster where her knife sat beneath her dress. They hadn’t taken it from her. If they had, she would be an anxious mess right now.
“If you think I’m doing something uncouth, feel free to let me know. Violently.”
Her breath hitched. My fingers trailed back to the curve of her ass, then teased the hem of the t-shirt dress. I was playing a dangerous game. Her perfume would give us away the second it heightened, but she was fighting her arousal. I loved a little risk, whether it was the risk of being caught… or of being stabbed.
Is she going to do it?
I wanted to feel the bite of that steel in my flesh again, same as how I’d taunted her into it the last time. It helped me feel alive after so many years of being dead inside, hiding behind alcohol and sex.
My fingers slipped beneath the dress to caress the bare skin of her ass, but I didn’t go further. That would be beyond the limits of an omega’s control. Even with this she was stifling a whine, the sound coming out strangled from deep in her chest.
The chatty employees got off, leaving us with only quiet people, waiting impatiently for their next destination.
It increased the risk.
Upped the ante.
We descended with my hand squeezing and stroking her ass, stopping every couple of floors to let people on and off. By the time we reached the lobby we were alone, heading down to the parking level.
I plunged my fingers down to gather her arousal, groaning at how wet I found her. “You’re soaked, little omega. I’m surprised your scent didn’t spike. Let me smell your arousal now.”
Coconut and chocolate bloomed in the tiny, confined box and she groaned.
Then, the tip of her knife nicked my skin.
She’d grabbed it from under her dress and was holding it openly, the blade in danger of plunging into my stomach.
I hissed, bucking against her to gain some friction on my cock.
