I pull the small remote out of the desk drawer and dangle it from my fingertips in front of Garrett. With a wink in his direction, I hit the button to open the cabinet and release the Murphy bed. It’s not exactly hidden, but it’s not as obvious as having a permanent bed in my office would be. Since prostitution isn’t legal, Fate Advisors has to go to some ridiculous lengths to make it seem like it only offers relationship counseling services on the official books.

And after a token, but extremely expensive, counseling session is over, I’m free to spend time with my clients in whatever way they’d like. In 99.9% of the cases, I expect that to mean some quick and dirty sex.

Garrett smiles as he stands up and takes off his jacket. “Well, look at that.” He steps toward me and brushes his lips across mine.

I turn my head, forcing him to restrain his kisses to my jaw and cheek while I unzip my jeans. Garrett is an extremely attractive man, and the chemistry between us is palpable. But our time together is just a business transaction. When his hour is up, he’ll go his way and I’ll go mine. And one way I keep these transactions straight in my head is by not allowing any kissing.

Kissing is just too intimate and something I can only do when I really care about someone. I’ve allowed men to kiss me on my mouth a few times, but it just never feels right. And that’s fine with me because I prefer being kissed in other places.

With my jeans open, I wrap my hands around Garrett’s waist and tug his shirt out from beneath his slacks. His muscled abs quiver underneath my touch as my fingertips slide across his smooth skin. Garrett’s hands skate up my arms and slide beneath my shirt as he pulls it over my head, watching it drop to the ground. His teeth drag across the tender skin of my neck before he peppers soft kisses along my collarbone while I undo the buttons of his shirt.

It only takes a moment for us to be down to our underwear with Garrett holding me by my shoulders at arms’ length. His eyes darken as he gives me an appreciative inspection. “You’re so beautiful, Angel.”

“Thank you.” I drag my fingertips down the ridges of his abs and hook them underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. “So are you.”

Garrett leans forward again, his eyes closing as he tries to kiss me.

And again, I turn my head, this time offering my neck. “You know I don’t do that…”

“Angel, you’re breaking my heart.”

I turn to him with a smirk. “Well, let me try to make it up to you in some other way.” I give Garrett a gentle shove, and he falls onto the bed.

With my eyes locked on his, I crawl up his body, kissing and licking his chest until I draw a line with my tongue down to the waistband of his boxers. This time, I use my teeth to grab the elastic and pull back, letting go of it a few inches from his skin so it snaps back on him with a sting.

“Oh, I see how it’s gonna be.” Garrett laughs and combs his fingers through my hair. “You’re feeling feisty today, huh?”

I glance up at him and wink. “Maybe. You got a problem with that, alpha?”

Garrett lets out a low growl and shakes his head. “Not in the least, omega. I give you full permission to have your way with me.”

I pull his boxers down his thighs then slide lower on his body and take his long length into my mouth. One of the few great things about being an omega is that I can’t catch any human sexually transmitted diseases. For the past forty years, researchers around the world have been trying to determine what part of our DNA clears out even the most hostile and dangerous viruses and infections from our bodies. I’d like to think they’re close to finding a cure for human diseases, but so far, no luck.

But it also means I don’t need to use protection at all. If a client grosses me out, I’ll make him wear a rubber just to add a layer between my skin and his. But in most cases, I like taking cock bare.

My focus is completely on Garrett as I drag my tongue up and down and across his huge shaft, allowing just his head into my mouth before sucking his full length down my throat.

Garrett’s fingers fist my hair, and he holds me in place, not in an aggressive way but in a possessive way. I like it. His eyes focus on mine as he rolls his hips forward just a tiny bit, pushing deeper and deeper into my wet warmth. As soon as his head is nestled as far as it’ll go, I release a loud moan, vibrating my throat muscles around him.

He throws his head back in pleasure. “God, Angel. You’re too perfect.”

After a few more minutes of playing with his cock in my mouth, I slide off and crawl up his body until my bare ass is stretched across Garrett’s waist.

His hands immediately move to my chest, gently kneading my pecs and tweaking my nipples as I slide my wetness over his immense cock. He leans forward, kissing each nipple with his lips and tongue before lifting me up so I can slide onto him.

His thick shaft easily breaches my wet channel. With Garrett, I’m naturally aroused, even more so than with a regular client. My body starts to lubricate as soon as I see him, and now that he’s finally inside me, I can’t get enough of him.

I need more, even though he’s giving me 100% of himself.

“God, alpha.” At first, I ride him slowly, taking my time to fully acclimate to his wide girth. But after just a few deep thrusts, our actions become aggressive as I pound down on him over and over again. Garrett sits up on one elbow and wraps his other arm around my back, holding me at an angle so that my prostate is rubbing against his crown with each stroke. “It’s so good.”

“Yes, baby. I want you to feel your alpha deep inside you as you come for my knot.” He moves harder and faster as I get closer and closer to my climax.

I don’t always come when I’m with clients, but that’s not the case with Garrett. When he hears my breathing hitch, Garrett slips one hand over my shaft and begins stroking me, pushing me over the edge with a wave of pleasure that comes from deep within my balls. “Come for me, my omega, so I can give you my knot.”

I shiver when he calls me his, and my cock thickens. I’m squeezing his length as I feel him pulsing his own release inside me. His teeth press dangerously close to my jugular, but I’m not afraid by the move. My neck lolls to the side as I make room for him to mark me if he wants to.

When he doesn’t, a sharp pang of disappointment fills me at the same time that Garrett’s eyes drift shut. His short breaths blow warm air across my cheek, and I hold back a sigh. “Fuck you feel good.”

“Mmm, yes. Give it all to me.” I don’t usually let clients knot me but the stretch and give of my tight channel as his thick knot locks inside me coaxes another burst of come from my cock.

Garrett holds me against his chest for several minutes before his eyes open, and he gives me a lazy grin. I can’t help but grin back.

And that’s my first mistake. I’m getting too comfortable.

Before I can stop him, Garrett’s mouth closes over mine, capturing me in a kiss that I instinctively respond to. I know I should turn away, but I can’t. Just this once, I want to kiss him back.

I want to hold him and pretend this is real and honest and true.

So I do.

Several long moments pass with me straddling his lap, locked to his cock while he kisses me as if I were his lover. But as good as this moment feels, it’s not real. The session he paid for is almost over, and it’s time to say good bye.

Seconds after his knot shrinks and he slips out of me, I pat his back and let him know I’m tapping out. Garrett sighs heavily but doesn’t protest. He knows the deal too. That’s why he’s here. No strings attached fun with a willing omega.

He doesn’t have to worry about condoms or babies.

And I don’t have to worry about getting hurt when he finds out I couldn’t give him pups even if he wanted them.

No. Strings. Attached. Fun.

It’s a simple concept to understand. It’s just easy to forget that in the heat of the moment. At least, with certain people it is.

I feel him watching me as I collect my clothes in a neat pile then step into a robe. Before I disappear into the bathroom, I turn back and look at Garrett over my shoulder. “Will I see you here again?”

Garrett’s grin is content and sexy as fuck as he gestures toward his softening cock. “We’re both very satisfied customers, so yes, we’ll be back.”

I wink over my shoulder before shutting the bathroom door. I need to get cleaned up before I head home to Henry.