Chapter 1
Chapter One
Freshly showered, I padded down the hallway, counting four doors between the living room to Dalton’s door.
He’d been sleeping soundly, but I wanted to check in on him before I slipped into bed.
I rubbed my arms to ease the chill from the penthouse.
I’d been caring for the boy for two days now, and the eight-year-old seemed much more somber than anyone his age should.
As far as au pair positions went, this one would be a breeze. I’d gotten lucky in being selected for this job. Having no life finally benefited me.
When the email came through my application portal, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
A family was interested in hosting me as their au pair.
A single father living in the United States.
All I’d seen of New York City was from the movies and, most especially, the show I loved to watch about a group of friends living here.
A few days ago, I’d been back in Guadalajara sleeping on my mom’s couch ever since leaving my last position as an au pair in Germany.
I’d been losing hope that I’d have another position, but everything ended up working out.
Just in time. I was going stir crazy back home.
Mom was newly married to a caring Alpha and I just felt like ghost haunting the halls.
Not that my stepfather was awful or anything, just that they all had routines and structures and I was the outlier, but now I stood in a huge penthouse, had a spacious room, and the kid under my care wasn’t difficult. Perfection.
I turned the little knob until the lighting in the kitchen wasn’t so bright and padded to the attached living room.
If only I could relax and embrace the turn in my life.
I laced my fingers, squeezing them as I scanned the space.
An eighty-inch TV hung on the stone wall above the electric fireplace.
A brown couch faced it and a wide footstool matching it sat in the middle atop a dark brown rug.
Every inch of this place shouted ‘expensive and lush’, so I was extra careful.
I wouldn’t be able to afford anything I messed up.
Especially since the place belonged to an Astor.
A member of one of the richest families in the US.
I’d been in disbelief when I’d researched the family interested in my services.
I’d almost backed out of it because it seemed too good of an opportunity.
The Astor secretary had made it clear that I’d have weekends off as well as evenings on the days I had classes.
Another perk? They took care of my working visa.
I approached the mantle where a single photo adorned the surface.
The kitchen light reflected off the silver picture frame.
I studied Mr. Astor’s stiff frame, arms behind his back, standing beside Dalton.
Caine Astor. The Alpha didn’t smile as he stared into the camera lenses with such intense focus it almost felt like he could see me.
I pursed my lips. Wealth and looks? Some people had all the luck.
His golden hair was neatly cut and styled. So much so that I wanted to run my fingers through the strands. Warmth spawned in my belly, and I clamped my legs tight as if I could prevent the ache from spreading. Would his lips soften against mine . . .?
I plucked at my tank top, but all that served to do was rub the thin cotton against my stiff nipples currently poking through the fabric.
I cleared my throat. Lusting for my new boss. How original. I’d been a mess of nerves since before I arrived, he was just an excuse for my hormones from my incoming heat to fixate on.
Blame it on the heat.
I sighed and turned away from the picture of the uber attractive Alpha twenty million times out of my league. He probably had women eating out of his hand.
My slippers rasped against the floor as I quickly shuffled to my room.
As I stepped inside, I left the door cracked just a smidgen, then took off my slippers, carefully resting them next to the door.
The room was embarrassingly bare. All of my things fit in the nightstand beside the bed.
Which was lucky since that was the only other piece of furniture in the sparse room.
Another perk had been the bedset adorning the mattress, otherwise, I would have been without a blanket since I didn’t get paid for another two weeks.
After slipping under the sage-colored quilt, I sank into the bed.
It was like a cloud. I moaned, wiggling deeper.
Such a plush mattress . . . I nestled, nuzzling the pillow.
I’d gotten used to having my own space on my au pair assignments.
Since I always had to sleep on the couch when I was home, I never had privacy like this there.
I rubbed my palms against my sensitive nipples.
The sensation sent lust licking through my body.
My semi-annual heat was a nuisance, his damn picture had caused such achiness.
I ran my hands lower and lower until I pushed my palm between my legs.
A breath ripped from my lungs. Should I grab my vibrator?
I curled my finger over the seam of my shorts, and my hips jerked up as if with a mind of their own.
It was too late, I couldn’t stop touching myself.
I delved under the band of my shorts, and since I hadn’t put underwear on after my shower .
. . my fingers grazed over my shaved mound and lower until I slipped between the wet slit.
I exhaled the breath I’d been holding. Touching myself felt sinful, but that heat pulsating between my legs guided my movements. Slick wet my fingers and I used it to glide against my aching, sensitive flesh.
The tips of my fingers rubbed against my needy, aching bud.
I couldn’t stop moving. Traveling lower so my fingers slipped into my channel, the walls of my pussy squeezed them, and I rubbed my palm against my clit, arching my hips.
I needed more of everything. Breaths pumped from my lips, the ragged sounds filling the room.
My thighs wouldn’t stop trembling. So close.
A low, almost guttural, groan filled the bedroom. The sound ramped up my lust like a visceral instinct.
My eyes popped open.
Moonlight spilled through the window and washed across his face, his brilliantly beautiful face. Those lips. I moaned, my eyelashes fluttering low.
The man from the pictures.
Except, right now, he watched me with lustful eyes, pants unzipped and the top spread with his hard cock in hand.
I hadn’t heard him enter. With two strides, his large body was perched on the edge of the mattress, the white button down flared wide near his throat.
His Alpha scent slapped across my senses and an embarrassing amount of slick gathered between my legs.
The hazy lust that had overtaken my body refused to allow me to stop moving my fingers.
My hips gyrated up as my hand frantically moved under the blankets .
. . yet his heated gaze hadn’t left mine.
The skin over his jaw was stretched tight.
He tugged the blanket aside and the caress of the fabric inflamed my need.
I whimpered.
This felt unreal, like the edges of my thoughts were shrouded. Like a dream; a beautifully sexy, wet dream.
His large hand spanned my waist, and he slowly inched my tank top over my breasts, bearing me.
I bit my lips, feeling on the verge of exploding.
My hands dropped to my side. This was real.
So, so real. I gawked down at him, body feeling so much that I struggled to process.
His gaze flicked up to mine. Light blue eyes peered at me, intense.
His soot-colored eyelashes were dramatically darker than the golden of his hair.
Mr. Astor’s face hovered over my navel, and he exhaled against my belly. The scent of tequila wafted to my nose.
“Wait,” I breathed. “You’re drunk—”
The back of his hand grazed my jutting breasts, cutting me off.
“Shh, shh, no talking.” The husky voice wrung trembles from the walls of my sex. “Let me see that pretty little Omega pussy,” he said, voice sinfully low.
He ducked his head, his hair falling forward to frame his temples. His fingers slipped into my waistband.
“W-wait,” I croaked, not meaning it; wanting him very much to continue.
Mr. Astor didn’t listen and I was glad. He dragged the shorts down my hips, exposing me.
In a few quick tugs, he had them at my ankles.
Just as quickly, he gripped my knees. With one hand on each, he pried my thighs apart until cool air kissed my wet core.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip, instinctively trying to close my legs, but Mr. Astor wouldn’t allow it.
Swooping down, his lips pressed into the top of my slit.
Spine-tingling warmth fired through my sex, overwhelming my thoughts.
Already I trembled like a leaf, and he had hardly touched me.
I mewled, my hips arching toward his mouth.
He moaned against the ache between my legs, sending vibrations through my channel.
I pressed my hands over my face, overwhelmed with the overload of sensation.
His tongue flicked into my slit, prodding against my clit with the gentlest lick. This. Was. Too. Much.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re the sweetest.”
His husky words vibrated against me. My legs trembled and I couldn’t breathe.
Everything felt too intense—too much. Then it exploded.
I seized, cries and moans spilling from my lips as my legs jerked with each throb assaulting my core.
Such utter bliss traveled through my veins, making it difficult for me to breathe.
I floated down from the intense high to my hips arched and grinding desperately against his mouth.
The tip of his nose ran up my flesh.
“Watch me taste you,” he ordered.
Heat flushed my cheeks and as much as I wanted to shy away from the sight, I forced my attention to remain on him. I pushed onto my elbows to look down at him.
The skewed tie, the damp lips, the half-lidded gaze.
Gorgeous. His pale honey-colored hair fell carelessly across his forehead.
Without breaking eye contact, he ran the tip of his tongue up my sensitive slit.
A gasp caught in my throat and I wiggled my ass into the mattress.
The pressure was too much. He repeated the motion, delving between my soft flesh.
“Omega,” he murmured. “Come for me again.”
God. His purred words did things it shouldn’t do to me. My channel flexed around his fingers. Whimpers fell from my lips and another release crashed into me like a train. I fell to my back, moans and pants bursting free, unable to move a muscle with every inch of me feeling like goo.
He lifted from between my legs and crawled up my body. His regal, sharp features hovered over me, the full force of his gorgeous face so close that this felt like a dream. A stiff length pressed into my leg, the pressure deliciously tempting.
He tempted me into pleasuring him. I’d done it before, so I wouldn’t be completely lost. I slowly reached down between us and ran my fingertips over the bobbing length. It twitched.
Whoa. My eyes widened as I stared into his.
“Do you want to suck my cock?”
A flush crawled up my neck.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He chuckled, but it didn’t stop me from nudging him until he fell onto his back. I salivated at the thought of his earthy Alpha taste. It had been a while since . . .
I grasped the two sides of the leather strap of his belt to pull it apart.
His glistening flesh bounced—thick, long, and veiny.
I clasped the cock and rubbed down to his knot, squeezing the swelled base.
I was drenched between my legs, my body fully ready to be claimed.
With my mouth wide, I lowered, and I took him.
His cum was just as good as I remembered my ex tasting, but somehow, even better.
I moaned, dragging my tongue across the bottom.
The flesh pulsed in my palm, his knot swelling.
“Shit,” he groaned, head tilting back until his neck strained. I twisted my hand lower, firmly gripping his knot. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
The explosion was sudden. Cum jutted onto my tongue. I couldn’t swallow fast enough for the amount of cum. I drank as much of him as I could, until I was suckling his flaccid cock until his ragged breaths calmed.
I lifted up and met his sleepy eyes. He cupped the side of my face and rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip. I stilled, suspended in time.
With an exhale, he pulled me tight to his body, wrapping an arm around my waist to fasten me against his side.
I was too tired and too high on endorphins to think clearly.
One I never wanted to wake from. In my entire life, I’d never felt things like this and I didn’t want it to disappear.
I struggled to keep my eyes open, but each blink became harder to pry open.
I nuzzled closer to the large man. My body had never felt so sated and relaxed.