Page 80 of Tempting Frey
“Why so serious?” Oliver chirped as he danced into my office. He pecked me on the cheek and turned to Chickie. “I’m ready, Dad. Where are we going?”
“Up the Goat’s Horn if you want.”
“Really? Above the tree line?”
“Sure. It’s high time if we want to manage it before the first snow.”
Oliver’s face lit up. “Let’s go.”
And he was out the door. “I’ll be home for dinner!” he called from the hallway.
Chickie gave me a nod and followed after him.
The cruiser stopped in front of our house just before eight. Oliver hopped out with rosy cheeks and shining eyes. I met him on the doorstep and welcomed him with a kiss.
“It was so beautiful,” he said. “We could see all the way to Green Peaks.”
I plucked a stray dry leaf from his curls. “Hungry?”
“Starving. What are we having?”
“Chicken fajitas.”
“Sweet. You’re amazing. But tomorrow, it’s my turn to cook.”
“I don’t mind.”
I loved cooking for my pregnant mate and watching him devour everything I put in front of him. It was no different tonight. Oliver polished off his plate and patted his belly.
“I thought we’d fuck right after dinner, but I’m too full. Ten minutes?”
I snickered. “You’re presumptuous. What if I’m not in the mood?”
Oliver tilted his head to the side and sneaked his hand under his T-shirt. He stroked the curve under his belly button, eyeing me speculatively. “Aren’t you?”
“I might need some convincing,” I hedged.
My omega squinted at me. “You seem so strict and cold, Mr. Mayor. I wonder what it would take to break your self-control.”
“I do have a weakness for my sassy, tempting treasurer.”
“Do you, now? So if your sassy treasurer decided to seduce you…”
“I’d try to resist. At first.”
Licking his lips, Oliver smirked. He loved role-play, and I loved to indulge him.
“How about you wait for me in the living room, Mr. Mayor?”
Without another word, I went to settle on the sofa.
A few minutes later, Oliver emerged, wearing his most proper office outfit, but I could guess what he had on underneath. Assless lace panties.
The End
