Chapter 14 Distractions
Distractions
Davidson
Lawrence had been firing off one email after another and fielding phone calls for me since early morning.
He’d already sorted out everything that could be rescheduled.
Ernest would take a couple of meetings this week as my lead engineer, and another two fell on my finance director.
The control freak in me demanded I should double-check everything, but Lawrence would take care of it and call me in case of an emergency.
The company wouldn’t go under because I’d be less available for a couple of weeks, and my mate’s well-being was more important than anything else.
Leo was shaken by the incident in the city, on top of what had to be going on in his head regarding his potential pregnancy. I was torn between giving him space and hovering protectively. When he took up the book on mating and procreation, smiling at me shyly, I forced myself to relax.
“Do you want to stay here?” I asked.
Leo looked around my office, then walked to the sofa and settled in a corner, cross-legged. The sight of him poring over the book made me smile.
“I don’t have any phone calls before Devon arrives, so I shouldn’t disturb you.”
“That’s okay.” He lifted his head, the corners of his sensual mouth curving up beautifully. “I like being here with you.”
“Good.”
I opened my laptop and scrolled through a report my finance director sent me for comments. I had to read every sentence three times because my eyes were drawn to Leo.
He paged through the paperback slowly, his cheeks flushed. Then he wiggled and sighed, squinting at something.
I could smell him, which was not helping my concentration. He was reading about pregnancy and childbirth. Which had turned him on so much last night his nipples had leaked, lover’s milk soaking through his T-shirt.
Did he really want a child? What had the doctor told him?
I imagined him sitting here in a few months, reading or listening to an audiobook while I worked. He would stroke his round stomach absentmindedly.
When I blinked at the document in front of me, the letters blurred together.
I shouldn’t put any pressure on him. It was way too early. In fact, I should insist he get the contraceptive inserted. But what if he wanted it just as much as I did?
Only two days ago, he’d yelled at me, doing his best to get as far away from me as possible.
And now he wanted to have a kid with me?
Logically, once he felt the effects of the bonding and come to terms with what he now knew about the world, it wouldn’t be so shocking.
But it had only been a few days. Besides, how selfish would it be of me to get him pregnant while he was in danger from Altera?
Between me and Hassel, we’d keep him safe, but still.
Leo’s breathing sounded heavier, and I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. It had been a while since he’d turned a page. What was he looking at? Was he still reading?
He licked his lips and sighed. Still not turning a page.
I glanced back at the report. Quarterly prediction versus actual turnover. Quarterly prediction. Actual turnover.
Could I ask him about the doctor’s visit without sounding like I was pushing for one or the other option?
Focus.
Where was I? Quarterly prediction.
Leo sighed again and finally turned a page. His scent in the air got just a little more intense. His skin. A hint of slick.
How could I get anything done with my mate right here, all pliant and warm and smelling like sin?
Abruptly, he lifted his gaze and caught me staring.
Before I could make myself look away and pretend to be working, he straightened, closing the book.
I stared, hypnotized, as he stood and sauntered over to me. He slowly turned my chair so I was facing him. Holding my gaze, his expression hungry and only a little insecure, he lowered himself to his knees with his hands on my thighs. Then he nuzzled the bulge in my pants.
Silent, I watched him. He aroused me like no one ever had. When he blinked up at me, full lips hovering over my fly, I was hard and aching.
“Please, can I suck your cock, Master?” he asked in a whisper. “I’m so hungry for your cum. You can keep working while I serve you.”
Fuck quarterly predictions. In fact, fuck the actual turnover. Sullivan Aerospace could go bankrupt tomorrow for all I cared.
“Go on. But be quick and don’t get my pants dirty.” My strictness had the expected effect. Leo flushed a deeper shade of pink, and his pupils dilated.
“Thank you so much, Master,” he breathed.
Eyes fast on my face, he stroked my thighs and opened my fly.
After taking my cock out with reverence, he ran his nose along the length.
Then he kissed just under the crown and licked around the ridges.
He gripped the base with both hands and began sucking vigorously, bobbing his head.
He looked up at me with glassy eyes, cheeks dark pink, and lips stretched thin.
I averted my gaze, or I’d come in seconds. Angling the laptop so I could see the screen, I pretended to read. Of course, the words made no sense. All I could focus on were Leo’s lips and tongue all over my cockhead.
But Leo moaned like my fake indifference aroused him.
I even clicked a few random keys and scrolled, holding back any grunts and groans that threatened to spill out of my chest. Leo worked my cock with all his might, gagging and humming, sucking faster while kneading the enlarged knot at the base.
Pulsing warmth spread through my groin and underbelly.
When the familiar tingle in my knot announced my orgasm, I gritted my teeth. Closing my eyes, I came on a quiet sigh. Leo lapped everything up, swallowing loudly before licking my cock clean. Then he rained small kisses all over my half-hard shaft.
“Thank you, Master,” he whispered.
I stroked his head with my right hand and scrolled to the next section in the report.
Curiously, the words began making sense.
I read a couple of pages while Leo rested with his head in my lap, nuzzling my exposed, sated dick.
Then he put it back into my underwear and kissed my abdomen before zipping me up.
I glanced down at him. His lips were swollen, and his pupils still blown. Oh, how I loved the sight of him on his knees for me.
“Is your hole wet?”
An eager nod. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to throw you on top of this desk and fuck you hard until you come all over yourself?”
“Yes, Master. I want that so much.”
“Well, you need to calm down,” I told him sternly. “I have work to do.”
He bit his lip, a small smile playing around his lips. It seemed my assumptions about Leo’s desires were correct. “I’ll behave. I promise. I can wait.”
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you tonight.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for letting me eat your cum.”
“You’re welcome. Now go sit on the sofa and read. I need to focus.”
“Yes, Master.”
Relaxed, even smiling, Leo returned to the sofa and opened the book again. When he settled in the corner, I caught his gaze and smiled back. His grin turned knowing. I added a small wink, and he giggled, shaking his head. Then he lowered his gaze to the book.
Sex and discipline. Two simple ways to keep my mate happy. Thank heavens and hell for that because I could easily manage both.
Leo kept grinning as he silently perused another page in the book.
My perfect, beautiful, amazing mate. He was indeed made for me. And it seemed I was made for him.
When Devon Hassel arrived, we sat down in the lounge group in the atrium.
Based on his job and reputation, I expected someone more imposing, but the dragon omega was shorter than Leo and slim.
His dark pants and jacket made him look even thinner.
He wore simple, black-framed glasses on his pale, angular face and a neutral, focused expression.
All in all, he looked more like someone who came to fix the computer rather than tackle the bad guy.
Leo glued himself to my side on the sofa, and Hassel settled in the armchair.
“I want to apologize for Friday,” Leo said, holding his chin high. “It was irresponsible of me, and I’ve made your job unnecessarily difficult. I hope you’ll charge me for any extra workload and expenses.”
Hassel smiled benevolently. “I will. But hey, it turned out great in the end. I bet you’re glad you sneaked out. Otherwise, you two wouldn’t have met.”
I winced because I still wasn’t sure if Leo saw it that way. But my mate gave Hassel a small smile. I raked my mind for what to say to fill the awkward silence.
“About the man in front of Clearbridge’s this morning,” Hassel began, cutting any need for small talk—thank fuck. “We can start by looking at some pictures.”
He opened a folder with a tablet inside, tapped at it a few times, and handed it to Leo. “Just swipe to page forward.”
Leo blinked at the screen, holding it gingerly as if it could electrocute him. He swiped a few times, then handed the device back to Hassel. “This guy. But he might only look similar.”
“That’s Miles Logan. He’s been working for him for as long as Altera has lived in Dalton City.”
“What type of work?” I asked.
“Anything from driving and courier to personal security, with an unreasonably high salary for such tasks. Which makes me think he might be the main guy for dirty work.”
Leo grimaced but didn’t say anything.
“And he was looking directly at you?” Hassel asked him.
“Yes.”
“Did you keep eye contact for long?”
“No. I turned away. I started panicking, and Davidson led me to the car.”
“Okay. Let’s say it was him,” I said. “How would that be possible?”
Hassel closed the tablet and put it on the table.
“I have several theories. One, if Leo had been followed to the club, you might have been seen together. That way, they already know where Leo is staying. They are following you and only waiting for an opportunity to extract him without direct confrontation.”
“We both wore masks and left separately.”
“Would you say that the mask made you unrecognizable?”