“He’s not married.” Winona slapped the cardboard box on the table. The many items yet to be sorted in the cardboard they were folding into boxes wobbled with the impact.“What?” Carrie shot her a confused look. One that mirrored the looks of her niece and Winona’s daughter, who were folding boxes with them. “Keep folding,” Winona instructed the girls on the other end of the long wooden table. “You too,” Carrie murmured to herself. If they were in their office, Carrie would have ordered her around.Her friend had been multitasking, scrolling through her phone while blindly folding. Even without looking, she knew Winona was on the young technician’s page, stalking him for the nth time since yesterday.For some reason, she was convinced that Greg was single. Carrie appreciated her enthusiasm, but it was counterproductive now that they were approaching the Founding Anniversary. There was still so much to do for event prep. They were at Carrie’s great-great-great-grandparents’ house tur
“Winona? Chief Carson? Hi!” Surprise painted his face, then quickly replaced by a smile that battled the afternoon sun’s glow. He wore a similar pair of overalls just like everyone else in their crew. The navy-blue baggy fabric hid the true shape of his toned body, and Carrie quietly thanked the Gods for that. At least that way, she wouldn’t be too distracted.“Oh, drop the honorifics. We’re outside work,” Winona chuckled, as if her name were followed by a rank.Carrie was about to protest when she gave her a wide-eyed look that clearly said: don’t you dare. “Carrie’s fine,” she said, taking one step closer out of courtesy. “By the way, this is my brother-in-law, Andrew. Andrew, this is Greg. He works at Blackbird.” From the other side of the fence, Greg extended his hand to shake Andrew’s.Carrie wanted to retreat to the house. She shouldn’t have come here. The sight of the young technician threw her into a panic, and it was taking her best not to sprint away from the fairground i
The sound of the thudding ball filled the empty driveway. Dex chased after it, his small hands struggling to hold the ball properly. When he finally managed to grip it, Greg cheered for him.“Into the basket!” He encouraged the boy, who did as he was told. The ring was nailed on top of the garage door, low, but still high for a six-year-old to reach. Dex lifted the ball with both hands, elbows jutting out awkwardly while he heaved it upward. The ball hit the backboard before rolling off the rim. “Ahh, that’s so close!”Dex chased after it again. He dribbled it in Greg’s direction. When the boy got close, he pretended to struggle to steal it, reaching left and right a second after Dex switched the ball from one hand to another.The boy laughed at his scuffle.“You’re a loser, Uncle,” his nephew complained. Greg chuckled. That was Mandy’s influence, for sure. Gods knew how much his mother badmouthed Greg. He made a face at Dex, who giggled back. They played basketball until headligh
“Catch me up, my Beta.” Lester did that. He rehashed their exchange before Mandy showed up. For her part, she oohed and aahed, clicking her tongue and shaking her head as if Greg was a great source of disappointment. As if she hadn’t already heard them talking a while ago. She was just in the kitchen, directly behind them.“So, it’s because of your boss?” She parroted her mate’s question.“We’re professional,” Greg deflected. “But she invited you to the fair.”“Her brother-in-law did. I bet he’s only being polite,” he argued.They were professional. He and his gorgeous boss. Today, she wore a sleek gray pantsuit. Her hair had been pulled up in a clean updo, showcasing the flawless porcelain skin of her enchanting face. The dark-rimmed square glasses she wore made her sterner. Hotter. Greg wondered what she wore at home. Did she have another set of glasses for lounging at home, or did she also have to be strict in her personal space? What did she do after work, before she went to
From where he was sitting, he could clearly see the bareness of his boss. He grinned at the view, enjoying how she flinched as the cold air hit her flesh. “Wider," he ordered, despite knowing how tight her pencil skirt was. Her face betrayed no emotion, eyes focused on her computer screen as she pulled the fabric higher on her legs so she could open her legs wider. Her slit glistened with wetness.It was late. Other than them, the cleaners were the only staff left. Still, he grinned in satisfaction, knowing how humiliated she was right this moment with her legs wide open and her pussy exposed to anyone who would come through the door. He knew she was waiting for one of the cleaners to enter.The moment he got a call from her secretary, he knew it wasn’t the professional service she needed. The case she was working on was simple. His boss, hailed for her keenness, could finish it with her eyes closed. He slipped his hand into his pocket, finding soft fabric inside. It was red and la
“You will never guess what I found out!” Winona stomped into her office, heading straight towards her desk and letting the door slam. Carrie looked up from her salad. “What?”“Take a guess.” She frowned at her friend. “You said I’ll never guess it.” “Try anyway,” Winona prompted.While her secretary was the reason her work life was more organized, right now, she was the reason why Carrie would get wrinkles earlier.“Give me a hint?”“It’s about Greg Noir,” she said without missing a beat. Carrie paused for a second to think. What about the young technician would she not guess?Before lunch, she had sent Winona for a quick errand to give Greg some data she needed to be analyzed, but it seemed she found something juicer than the meatloaf in her lunchbox. “Did he curse you on your face?” Unlikely, but Carrie had to resolve that issue if there was any.It was Winona’s turn to frown. “What? No! He’s not even there right now. Not about work.”She paused again to consider. If not work, t
There was an unfamiliar weight in Carrie’s bag. When she put it on the sofa, the tote slouched a little until finally falling horizontal on the cushion.Carrie ignored it. Not yet, she thought.She went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, decided what to have for dinner, then headed into her room to change.Not yet, she reminded herself. Her hand itched to get ahold of the book. She had slipped it in her bag when Winona left. One could never be too sure, but Greg did not look like the kind who blatantly consumed pornography.Perhaps there was something in the novel that caught his attention. Carrie should at least give him the benefit of the doubt.She could already see Winona’s eyebrow raising judgingly if she heard Carrie’s thoughts. Painstakingly, she went on with her nighttime routine. By the time she settled down on her soft mattress,Carrie’s body was buzzing with anticipation.It had been almost ten hours since she was made aware of the book’s existence, and finally, fin
“Show me how good that pretty lips can take a cock.” Carrie closed the book deliberately. With the same snail pace, she took off her glasses and placed it on the book on her nightstand. The clock beside it said it was past midnight. Gods, how long was she reading? She got up from the floor and righted the hem of her shorts.Five chapters in, she slipped down the mattress out of fear of making a mess out of it. And indeed, slick trickled down her thighs. At this point, Carrie was beyond disgust. She took off her mask when she climbed down from her bed. Right, here, in the comforts and privacy of her own home, she could be herself.Closing her eyes, she let her imagination run wild. She followed the words, caressing the exposed skin of her thigh just like how Luis had traced Olivia’s. The straps of her camisole slipped off. Next, her tiny shorts. Then, her underwear. Cotton—a material she reserved for lounging at home. Warmth radiated off of her body. A stark difference from the cold
“I’ll help you out with your bags,” Greg volunteered, stepping out of the car and opening the door for his boss. She gave him a weirded look but did not complain. “Thank you for the ride, Marcel,” she told the chauffeur before climbing down.Greg grabbed her luggage and brought it to her front door, where he waited for her while she tipped the Beta chauffeur. It was already dark outside, and he would have gotten off at her place, too, if only the company hadn’t sent a ride to take them home. There was something suspicious about it, but Greg had more pressing issues to face. “You can leave that there,” Carrie instructed as she searched for her keys in her tote. But that wasn’t Greg’s plan at all. He waited until she had opened the door and brought her luggage inside. “The car’s waiting for you,” his boss warned as he passed by her. He placed her luggage in the foyer and discreetly pulled her aside until she was hidden against the wall and away from the open door. The curtains we
Carrie regarded him with a serious look. Almost as serious as when she ordered the Captain to retreat yesterday. But there was want behind that veil, and Greg could smell how expectant she was to have him in her mouth. His nostrils flared, taking in the heightened scent of her needy pheromones.Greg was beyond rational thought. The scent of her desire made him bold. Bold enough that he whipped his cock out to show her how much he wanted her. If he had a choice, he would have tossed her on the sofa and fucked her senseless up above the clouds.Her eyes drifted over him in the direction of the cockpit, then behind, as though ensuring that they were in fact alone in the privacy of the cabin. But Greg was already working his hand over his hard cock. It emerged from beneath the fabric of his boxers, waiting for attention.He beckoned her with his scent. He wouldn’t call for her again, and she knew it. Either she let go of her reservations or let his
“Can you email me the data from yesterday?” Carrie said without sparing him a look. The moment the plane lifted off, his boss’s eyes had been glued to her screen. Now, the aircraft was flying above the clouds, still, his boss’s attention never left her laptop. The world below shrank into a patchwork of fields, but he couldn’t enjoy the cotton-colored clouds that drifted by the windows out of embarrassment from her solid focus on work. He settled into his seat and pulled out his tablet. “It’s Sunday,” he grumbled to himself, but he was already sharing the file with her. Usually, flying filled him with the kind of calm that only altitude could bring, but if he was sitting on a fully adjustable reclining seat, it didn’t feel different from his desk at the office. When he looked up, he caught her staring at him with an eyebrow raised. “Do we have a problem, Mr. Noir?” Carrie had set her laptop aside and now had her arms folded over her chest, her expression sharp and stern. “No, ma’
Cold and empty. That was how Carrie felt waking up.When her alarm rang, she instinctively tapped the other side of the bed, hoping to find a sleeping Alpha next to her. But of course, that wasn’t the case.That was what she wanted, so she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.She thought distancing herself from the Alpha would give her time to think. Albert’s words still played in her mind.What if she wasn’t giving Greg a choice?Greg was attached to her. He liked her. After all, he chose her over a younger, fertile Omega. But would his emotions affect his professional decisions in the future? Greg was a brilliant young man. He was a valuable member of her department, and after the keenness he showed yesterday, it wouldn’t be long before someone from other departments would start knocking on his door for a better position in the company.Would Greg accept it?What if he turned
Greg’s phone chirped just as he was stepping out of the bathroom. It was a text from his boss telling him she was already tucked in bed and telling him to do the same. Greg stared at his screen, not entirely sure what to do with it. He typed a quick ‘goodnight’ before throwing the device on his bed. They had checked in yesterday, but this was the first time the bed would be slept on. Which was awful, because he wasn’t planning on sleeping on it at all. At least not alone. Without bothering to throw on a shirt, he sat on the bed, but not before snatching a beer from the minifridge. The bill was under the company’s name anyway. He was sure they wouldn’t mind a beer or two chipped off their gross income.Besides, there were more pressing issues than Blackbird’s finances. Like, why the hell was his boss avoiding him?Well, he wasn’t really sure if she was avoiding him, but the signs were all pointing to that.The ride back to the hotel was quiet. The ride to the restaurant for dinner w
Due to the slight failure they encountered, the flight testing ran a bit late. Still, Carrie was in high spirits. There was really no such thing as a failure in research, where everything could be data. With Greg noticing the temperature variance earlier, they were able to run the diagnostics right away and make the necessary adjustments before anyone got hurt. Her chest puffed with every compliment for Greg, not just as a superior but as his Omega. It took everything from Carrie not to run into his arms and kiss him. She was on her way back to the telemetry bay from the washroom. On the other side of the window, the runway shimmered orange. From where she stood, she could make out the shape of their test subject for today, standing proudly on the sky port, and only then did she feel the exhaustion snake into her veins.Her phone beeped in her pocket, making her pause. ‘Meet you at the lobby. Got your things already,’ Greg texted, followed by a smiley face. Carrie felt herself mi
The low hum of the engines vibrated through the already tensed air at the telemetry bay. Greg was standing behind his boss, who was discussing the Full Authority Digital Engine Control system with the representative of the Instrumentation Team. They arrived at the airbase at the exact time they were supposed to, as opposed to Carrie’s worries. After a satisfying early morning fuck, they decided to shower together to cut the prep time, but ended up spending longer inside. His skin still hurt every time the fabric of his button-up rubbed on his scratches, which was every time he moved. Greg didn’t mind. It was a tangible reminder of how great their time was earlier. Silently, he listened to the quiet conversation, all the while keeping an eye on the floor-to-ceiling screens that lined the front wall. There was a stream of numbers flashing on a couple of the screens, a graph on another, then the live video feed from the sky port, and inside the spacecraft. “So far, so good,” one of t
Greg watched her sleep. The quilt hid her nude form, but even with his eyes closed, he could make out the softness of her curves, the sharpness of her bones.He wanted her. Even as he looked at her now, he longed for her, to touch her, to kiss her. For her touches, for her kisses. He could hear her heart beat steadily, her breathing even and slow. Light was leaking from the tiny gap between the curtain, so Greg knew they would be getting up soon. He nudged her gently, whispering sweet words to wake her up. It didn’t take long before Carrie turned over and gazed at him with half-aware eyes. “What time is it?” She asked groggily. After the night they had, he knew she was tired. “7:30.”His boss groaned, nuzzling on his chest and murmuring her protest. “We need to get up.” He poked her sides, willing her to move.“No,” she groaned, making him laugh. She looked cute like this.Unable to help himself, his hand moved slowly over her supple body. From the roundness of her breasts, dow
The second the door of Carrie’s hotel room closed, they were on each other.Carrie reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. All pretense fell. He brought his hand to her neck, to guide her to him as they took hurried steps back to the bed. The plan had been to part to their own rooms after checking in, but even in the elevator, they could barely resist each other. Not when Carrie was still slick from their flight activities. No words were said, but the mutual understanding was there. Greg eased her coat off her shoulders and was surprised by what he found.“You naughty girl,” he growled. She must have taken off her clothes when she excused herself to the powder room while they were checking in.Gone was her business attire.; Carrie had nothing but a lacy lingerie under her coat. Greg recognized the plunging neckline. It was the same as her top. Did she have it on earlier? Greg was amazed by how she managed to make such salacious clothing look