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I wait for a moment to see if she will flinch.

When she doesn’t, I lean over, focusing intently. Then I knead the muscles.

I look up concerned after a couple of minutes, however, when Paige begins to squirm around, rather than relax.

Concerned, I pause.

What am I doing wrong?

Then I sniff in surprise.

She is wet. Her pheromones are thick in the air.

What am I supposed to do now?

In most cases, massages like this are naked and end in the Omega coming. But I only intended to get Paige used to someone touching her again.

“I need to feel.” Paige’s voice is tear-tinged. “Are you allowed to make me feel?”

My heart hurts.

“I need to be clear, beautiful.” I straighten. “Do you want me to massage your sweet clit and make you come?”

“Yes, Halo.”

Such a damn good Omega.

“Then as I said, what my Omega wants, she gets.”

Paige whimpers when I draw back from her, but I am only moving to the cabinet to pull a fragrance-free massage lube off the shelf. I flip open the lid and squirt some liberally onto the fingers of my right hand, before I eagerly stalk back to Paige.

I must make sure she knows everything that is happening each step of the way.

“I’m lifting up your skirt now.” I flip her skirt with my left hand. Then my eyes widen. “Commando?”

Paige glances over her shoulder at me with a smirk that takes me by surprise and makes my stomach flutter. “Easy access. You can thank my dirty laundry pile.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I have the sudden urge to storm to her house and put on a wash for her, which is almost as strong as my urge to work her to a screaming orgasm.

Almost.

“I am going to spread your legs wider to give me even easier access.” I adjust her legs, spreading them and exposing her to me. She gasps, resting her head back down. Pink creeps up her neck. “I’m going to circle your clit and massage it.”

I rub the lube between my fingers, warming it. Then I caress over her clit in teasing circles.

She whines. Her toes curl.

I rub her clit harder, and she pushes down on my fingers, trapping them against the table.

I stare at her pale, gorgeous ass, as she flexes the muscles in it. She takes over from me, grinding against my hand.

“Faster,” Paige demands.

I tease two of my fingers either side of her clit, while my thumb slides in and out of her pussy.

“Yeah…that…there...” Paige humps up and down, riding my hand, and I let her get off on me. “Again.”

She needs this.