The color drains from his face. “Oh god.”
In contrast, my skin flushes at his reaction. I open my mouth to ask why of all the things that just happened, he’smost worried about the fact he bit me during sex, but there’s a loud notification ping from his computer.
“Oh shit, your meeting!” I hop up from the desk and grab my panties, tugging them back on in a rush.
River continues to stare at me, wide-eyed. Guess I’m on my own for making sure we don’t get caught red-handed.
I push my strap back up on my shoulder, glad it’s thick enough to cover the angry red mark on my skin. I’m sure my hair and face are a mess, but I can probably play that off as me getting upset about a client if anyone asks.
My eyes drop to the front of his pants. He’s wearing his signature black, so as long as no one stares at his crotch, he’ll be fine.
This is all fine. No one will know.
There’s a bottle of scent neutralizer on River’s desk, and I grab that and wave it around the desk, spraying half a bottle’s worth in my attempt to mask my perfume. Fingers crossed, it’ll just smell like he had a cup of coffee.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll message you after work? So we can figure this out.”
River watches me mutely, and my chest constricts.
Right as I’m about to open the door, he finally unfreezes, grabbing my arm and bringing me to him, his lips descending to claim mine in a hard kiss.
“I’ll figure this out,” he says solemnly. With no time to argue that we can do that together, I nod and smooth a hand over my hair one more time before opening his office door and stepping out, doing my best to pretend he didn’t just finger the life out of me.
Rick looks up when I get back to our office, his brow furrowing when he sees how flustered I am as I move to my desk.
“Everythingokay, Camille?”
No, everything is not fucking okay, Rick. I just had sex with my boss in his office and the resident alpha creep won’t leave me alone and all I want to do is curl up in a ball under my desk and cry because it’s all too much.
My shoulder aches and my head throbs as I force on a smile and nod, praying I’m not lying to Rick or myself when I reply. “Yeah. It will be.”
43
Stop talking.Please stop talking. For the love of god, I don’t care about your wife or your vacation plans. Shut the fuck up.
I smile and nod as I stand by the conference room door while the liaison from Smithfield continues to yap about every inane thing under the sun. Our meeting that was meant to be an hour long extended to over two, and if they don’t leave soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
Between all the little surges of emotion I’ve felt from Camille and the dried jizz gluing my underwear to my dick, I’m crawling out of my skin. My alpha screamed at me to go check on my omega over and over during the entire meeting. I’m honestly not sure how I got through it even semi-coherently.
I can’t stand the thought of Camille sitting at her desk worrying about what happened between us. I have to reassure her, then explain what happened and apologize for my mistake.
I bonded Camille.
She begged me for it, and I didn’t even put up a fight.
Every moment over the past year I spent suppressing my desire for her boiled over and made me lose my mind.
I thought she understood what was happening. I thought she wanted it…
Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t bring it up right away. It’s bad enough that we had sex in the office and need to figure that out ASAP. But I’m so tired of hiding things from her.
She’s mine now, whether she meant for that to be the case or not. I have to believe that her omega understood and asked for it because she knows we belong together. Otherwise, I won’t be able to live with myself.
“Well, I won’t keep you any longer. Gotta get back to the office in time for the lunch delivery.” The older beta chuckles and pats his stomach.
My smile in response is weak, but he doesn’t seem to notice. As soon as I’ve dropped him off in the lobby by the elevators, I race back toward Camille’s office.
My stomach sinks as it comes into view, and I don’t see her inside. Shit, she must’ve gone out for lunch. Now I have to wait until she gets back, and I think she has a meeting, so that means I’ll have to wait hours to speak with her.
