Page 74 of Sugar Baby
“But how do you know you love me?”
I ponder her question, but it occurs to me that she has never been in love and is trying to figure out her own feelings. “I know because you are the first thing I think about when I wake, the last thing before I sleep. Your face is the only one I see when I’m having a wank…you know, the usual stuff.” I smirk, and she lets out a loud laugh.
“You wank? Oh, please. This I have to see.”
“One day. I want to mate with you first.”
“Is that why we haven’t had sex yet? You’re waiting until we mate?”
I nod slowly. I don't know what it is, but I don’t want to defile her before we are bound together and have claimed each other in ways that only an alpha and an omega can understand.
“What do you think about the baby?” she asks after a pause.
“I think I can’t wait to see you be a mother and raise the child with you and the other alphas.”
“Good answer,” she mutters.
“Truth.”
“I know. Is there anything else I should know about you before we mate?”
“Like what?”
She shrugs. “I dunno. Like, are you in the fucking mafia as well?”
I snort as I was expecting that at some point. “No, not mafia but wealthy Scottish landowner, yes.”
“Ooh, nice. So, you’re like my Sugar Daddy, then.”
The guffaw that escapes me makes her laugh as well. “How old do you fucking think I am? And besides which, I’m sitting right in the middle of your vast inheritance.”
She shakes her head. “Forty-ish? And no, this will go to my oldest brother, Tony.”
“No, it won’t. These plans your parents spoke of…they see what everyone else sees in you, Sophia. You are an empathetic, caring, loving, beautiful omega who will love her pack selflessly. They want you to take over from your dad.Annndpossibly your mum.”
“What?” she chokes out. “Don't be daft.”
“I’m well educated and savvy,” I say with a smile. “And I’m forty.”
“That makes you fourteen years older than me. I feel like a child.”
“You are anything but.”
“Why did you not mate before now?”
“I only found you a few months ago.”
Her blush that tinges her cheeks is endearing. “You’re sweet.”
“No, I’m horrid, but I speak the truth.”
“You aren’t horrid. You’re lovely and sexy and sooo hot, I cream myself when I think about you.”
“Well, fuck,” I say, fanning myself like a Southern Belle. “Now I’m all hard and desperate to fuck you.”
“No one said you had to wait,” she murmurs, crawling into my lap.
“I said.” I gently push her away, not wanting her to feel the sting of rejection.
