I take Maisie’s hand and direct her up a narrow set of stairs that lead to the storage area along with the main office. She even has the adaptor attached to her phone as she hands it to me and I plug it in.
With an intrigued gaze she looks through everything in the space. There are two desks, one for me and one for Callum.
“This is your family?” she asks, gingerly grabbing the corner of the frame and analyzing the picture.
“My folks. They retired to Glasgow, my Da has some heart problems,” I tell her and she swallows thickly. I shake my head, wishing I said that better. “He’s perfectly fine, just a condition where it’s safer to be near a hospital.”
“You look a lot like your mom,” she says.
“She loves hearing that.”
“Do you see them often?”
“Not as often as I’d like,” I reply honestly and she gives me a smile, looking at the other things on my desk.
“I like that you’re neat,” she says and I can’t help but laugh. “What? Being organized is hot.”
“Oh, aye? It’s the tidiness that gets you going, nothing else?” I ask, leaning against the desk.
“Among other things,” she says, running her hands down my chest.
I slide my hands up her arms. The sweater she’s wearing is so soft, exactly what an Omega should be wearing. When I reach her shoulders, I move my hands so that I can cradle her face and lean down to kiss her.
She sighs into my mouth like it’s a relief to kiss me and I can’t help but to do the same. Even with all the uncertainty, of her being adamant on this all being no feelings, just physical, that she’s going back to America, when I’m with her I’m calm.
I unclip her hair, tossing the plastic on my desk. I expect her to maybe push away and tell me that we need to save this all for tonight, but she surprises me by kissing me even harder.
Her hands are all over me and it makes my chest ache knowing how much this touch is probably affecting her. She doesn’t usually let her Omega instincts out, but she feels safe enough with me to do so. I think her self-imposed celibacy also has her body craving more.
“You need me to take care of you don’t you?” I whisper against her lips and she whines.
The sound goes right to my dick and I turn her around, her palms immediately landing on my desk as I grab her from behind.
Her sweet little arse is pressed against my hardening length while my hands cup and knead her breasts from behind.
“We can be quick,” she says, and I remove a hand from her chest and place a light smack against her arse. I could tell the first time that I playfully spanked her that it excited her.
She moans, her head leaning back against my chest.
“There’s nothing quick about what I want to do to you, sweet girl.”
“Everyone will know,” she whispers.
“Would that be the worst thing? Everyone in the tavern knowing who you belong to?” I worry that the words go too far, but she’s pressing herself harder against my crotch.
“Yeah,” she agrees wantonly as I slide her skirt up to her waist and tug down her tights. I knead her rounded cheeks and she moans.
“You like when I spank your arse, don’t you? You know I do it because you’re so good for me.”
“Fuck,” she hisses out, and I watch as slick drips down her thighs.
“Mmm. See, this is why you need multiple Alphas. Lain playing with this cunt wasn’t enough for the day, was it?” I ask, spreading her cheeks and watching as she drips even more slick for me.
“I swear I’ve never been this needy before,” she rasps out.
I smack her arse the hardest I have yet, just enough for a light pink tinge.
“I like you needy,” I say as she moans.
