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“I brought us both lunch. Can I eat with you?”

The stone in my stomach melted. I smiled, relieved. “Yes, I’d love that. Let me wash up and I’ll come over.”

Pete took the bag over to the desk in the corner of the room and pulled up the office chair and a stool. He was so sweet. And I wasn’t going to worry about him running off with an omega like his papa wanted.

Chapter 16

Pete

We sat together on the sofa, feeling sated after dinner and sipping our wine. Wilfred looked across at me and smiled. It was his satisfied, happy smile. I liked all of his smiles but I had to admit that this one did something extra to me. I liked to see that my man was so content with me, that I’d made him feel so safe.

I put my wine glass down on the table beside me and reached across to Wilfred. He put his glass down, too, and shuffled across the sofa to me. I put my arm around him and he felt amazing, tucked up against me.

“Thank you,” he said.

“What for?”

“For looking after me so well. Nobody’s ever cooked me dinner before. Not just for me.”

I stroked my thumb back and forth across his hip where he was soft and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“You deserve to be looked after.”

He gave a contented little sigh and my alpha instincts swelled inside me, expanding out with satisfaction. My man felt pampered and it really did it for me.

He wriggled closer. I pressed another kiss to his temple and he turned his head to look at me.

It put his lips right there in front of me. That was an opportunity I wasn’t going to pass up.

Bending my head down just a couple of inches, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was slow and sensual as I explored his mouth in a leisurely way. We had all night and I wanted to savour Wilfred. He was such perfection that it would take me all night and beyond to get my fill of him.

We kissed for minutes, and he opened his mouth to invite me in. I slid my tongue between his lips and tasted him and the richness of the wine together.

He let me own his mouth and for a while I was happy just kissing, just having him there with me, but soon it wasn’t enough and I wanted him closer.

I manoeuvred us so I was lying down on the sofa and Wilfred was on top of me. The firm weight of him pressing against me was erotic, the hard press of his groin against my pelvis and his soft stomach against my abs. I ran my hands over his body, cupping his plump ass and squeezing, then using my leverage to pull him tighter against me.

I ground him against me, rubbing us together. Wilfred let out a breathy huff of air and I captured his lips again, kissing him while I pulled him close.

Wilfred began to move, setting a slow and sensual rhythm that made me want to moan with pleasure. I could feel his erection pressing into me, the heat of his length as he became more and more turned on.

My own dick was hard, trapped inside my jeans. I wished I’d had the foresight to get us both naked before we’d sat down but, then, I hadn’t planned on ravishing him on the sofa.

I was lost in the pleasure of kissing him, the feel of him pressing down against me, my skin burning with electricity where we touched and my heart pounding with love.

I didn’t hear the knock, if there was one.

I didn’t hear the key in the lock.

The first I knew of anyone else being there except me and Wilfred was the horrified gasp right by my head.

Instinct had me scrambling off the sofa. I rolled the two of us off it and we ended up tangled on the floor. I was up in an instant, growling, stepping forward to put myself between whoever-it-was in my house and my man.

“What’s going on?”

The voice was familiar and I blinked. My papa was standing there, his whole face a mask of shock.

“Papa? What are you doing here?”

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