Page 75 of Labor of Love

My boss, of all people, sent me the link toAlpha Services Inc. He knew how bad my heats were getting and he didn’t want me to just suffer in silence. Curiosity got the better of me and I looked through the site. I could simply hire an alpha to come to my house and help me through my heat.

After looking through the pictures and reading a few reviews, I decided to give it a try. What’s the worst that could happen? I meet this random guy and we have zero chemistry? My heat-addled mind isn’t going to care about that. It’s only going to care about being knotted. And my rational mind only cares that someone is here to make sure I don’t starve myself again!

As soon as I flipped to Dario’s page, I knew he was the one.

Dario has the biggest, brownest eyes I’ve ever seen. His smile is warm and inviting. I’ve never found someone’s teeth attractive before, but here I am, finding his teeth pretty! His hair is black and cropped tight against his scalp, his skin a pretty shade of brown.

I was drawn to him the moment I saw him.

Dario sets his clipboard on the table, snapping me back into the present. “I have a set of questions I’d like to get through. They’re quite standard, just making sure I know what exactly will help to keep you comfortable as well as going through our boundaries.”

I nod my head, setting my tea down but keeping my hands wrapped around my cup, just so I have something to do with my hands. “Okay. Go ahead.”

“First on the list is scent check,” he says with a grin. “I, for one, can say that you smell wonderful. Do I smell acceptable to you?”

My stomach is a flurry of emotions that Dario thinks I smell good. My face flushes without my permission as I scent theair, his scent rushing through me. He smells divine. If I never smelled another smell apart from his, I would be content for the rest of my life.

Jesus, where didthatthought come from?

I clear my throat, squeezing the mug between my hands. “Yes, you smell acceptable,” I say with a small nod, doing my best to keep my composure. I adjust my glasses and shift in my seat.

Dario gives me a soft smile, checking something off his list. “Excellent. I’m glad we’re both in agreement about that. Do you find me attractive enough to help you through your heat?”

A startled noise leaves my throat. I quickly nod. “Yes. I wouldn’t have selected you if I didn’t find you attractive,” I force myself to say.

In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t be so tongue tied. What is it about this man that has me flustered and stammering? Why can’t I seem to get my brain on track to answer these questions?

Why can’t I stop thinking about licking Dario’s neck?

I move my hands away from the tea, sitting on them instead. I give Dario my best smile, nodding for him to continue.

“That’s good,” he says softly, “I think this is going to work out just fine. Now I’d like to talk about your boundaries. Is there anything you don’t want to happen during your heat?”

That finally has my brain coming back online. “I’m okay with biting, but no breaking the skin. I’m not into pain play. I don’t want to be degraded or spanked or hit at all. You might be the alpha but I don’t want that type of power play held over me. We’re on equal footing.”

Dario makes note of that, nodding his head. “Okay, totally noted. You have nothing to worry about, I like being on equal footing and none of those things are things I’m interested in even outside of work,” he adds with a chuckle. “Now, tell me the things you’re looking forward to.”

“Last time I completely forgot to eat or drink anything so having someone who’ll feed me will be really helpful.”

“Is it alright if I hand feed you, or would you rather that be off the table?”

I bite my bottom lip for a moment, keeping a groan inside. Dario’s deep voice is making it hard to focus on the actual words he’s saying.

“That’s alright with me,” I say, wincing at how breathy my voice is becoming. Jesus, why the fuck is this turning me on so much? Why is my dick hard in my jeans just from talking in hypothetical terms?

“Are you okay with love bites and hickeys? I promise I won’t break the skin but can I kiss you and leave marks in your skin with my mouth?”

My breath hitches without my permission. I nod my head. “That’s okay.”

“How about other ways I can use my mouth? Do you want just my knot, or would it be okay if I pleasured you with my mouth as well?”

Jesus Christ. My head is growing lighter by the second. I adjust my glasses, making sure they’re firmly in place.

“I umm, find that amenable. Yes.”

“Are you on birth control, Allen? Or would you prefer that I use alpha-condoms?”

“Yes. I’m on the shot so a condom won’t be necessary.” Sweat begins to dot my forehead. My shirt is too snug, too hot. I pull at the neck of it, trying to get it to lay comfortably against my skin to no avail.

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