Page 76 of Labor of Love

My mind is racing. Dario is so handsome and by the pictures I saw online, he’s toned and sexy. I’m short and pudgy while he’s tall and strong. We’re polar opposites. Why is he in this line of work? Why is he interested in helpingme?

“Can I ask you a question?”

Dario’s dark eyes snap to mine, darting all over my face. “Of course.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why am I in this line of work?” I nod my head. Dario lets out a sigh, sitting back in his seat. “I’m painfully single,” he says with a chuckle that makes my stomach tighten deliciously. “I have three younger sisters who are all omegas. I know how hard this can be, not only emotionally but how hard it is on their bodies. I like helping people. I get a lot of fulfillment from being able to be the alpha that helps omegas through this, to ease their pain. Plus, I get really turned on watching my partners get off. Their pleasure is my pleasure so it feels like a win all around. Does that make sense?”

“I.. think so, yeah. That’s very sweet of you.”

“Thank you, Allen, I’m glad you think so.” Dario sits forward once more, looking over his checklist. “I already have your medical information, the list of places you prefer I order food from, list of emergency contacts, and now our checklist. The last thing I’ll need is your signature.”

Dario slides the paper over to me, handing me the pen. My eyes skim over the page but I barely take in a word, too hyperfocused on the spot where our fingers touched. Ripples of tingly pleasure run through my hand and up my arm. It was such a simple touch but my entire body is responding to it.

I quickly put my signature at the bottom of the page where I’m asked to before sliding it back. Dario signs it as well before putting it into his bag. Then he takes out a ziplock bag, passing it over to me.

“I’ve found that having my scent around before your heat hits is helpful in getting your mind to relax once everything starts. I slept in this shirt every night for the last week.”

“Oh,” I breathe out, taking the bag from him. “Thank you. That’s really thoughtful.”

“Of course. Everything I do is to help make you comfortable, Allen. And if I ever do anything that goes against that, I want you to speak up right away. Okay?”

I nod my head. “Okay. I can do that.”

“I know you can,” he says with a soft smile. “I think this meeting went really well. This is me officially taking you on as my client. Whenever your heat hits, all I need is for you to call me and I’ll be on my way.”

Giddiness rises up inside my stomach, fluttering all the way up to my chest. Dario is going to take care of my heat. A weight is lifted from my shoulders. I’m not going to hurt myself or forget to drink water or forget to shower. Dario is going to be here to make sure this is as enjoyable as possible. For the first time ever, I’m looking forward to my heat.

Dario and I shake hands before standing from the table. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Not at all. It’s right over there,” I say, pointing at the bathroom door.

Once Dario is in the bathroom, I pick up the bag he’s left for me. I should save it for tonight and maybe wrap it around one of my pillows. His scent will invade my bed and mix with my own scent. His lavender, mine a sweet vanilla.

Fuck it. I open the bag and push my nose into the hole, breathing deeply.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I almost fall to my knees as the smell hits me square in the chest. One moment, I’m standing there with the bag in my hand and the next I’m leaning against the counter, hoping my legs will keep me upright. My dick is rock hard, my ass is growing wetter by the second, and my entire body is heating up.

Oh gods, have I accidentally triggered my heat early by smelling Dario’s shirt? I’m not some pup who’s never had a heatbefore! I’m in my 40’s, there’s no reason my heat should be coming on so quickly so early!

And yet, that’s exactly what’s happening.

“Fuck,” I whimper out, pulling the bag away from my face. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so horny and desperate. I don’t think I’ve ever gone from zero to sixty like this! My heat usually builds gradually before peaking after a day and a half before slowly mellowing out. What the fuck is going on with me and why do I have a feeling it has everything to do withDario?

Dario walks back into the room and freezes. I stare over at him, my breath catching in my throat. Gods, how is he sohot? Everything inside of me is begging to tilt my head and submit to him. I want his scent all over my body. I want hiscumrubbed into my skin. Fuck.

“Allen? Are you alright?”

I swallow, trying to find my voice. It takes a moment but eventually I manage a nod. “I’m okay. But my heat won’t be coming next week.”

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s here. Right now,” I confess with a whimper. My entire face flushes bright red and I don’t know if it’s from lust or embarrassment. Maybe a mixture of both.

“Okay,” Dario says slowly. “That’s okay. You’re okay, Allen. I don’t have anything going on so I can still take care of you. We’ll get you through this, alright?”

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