The plane was busted.

“All that money for a state-of-the art private jet, and the freakin’ thing doesn’t even work,” yelled Leo.

The truth of the matter was that the jet was far from busted–it was running just fine, but I needed an excuse to spend some quality time with Leo, now that the fires had been put out and he wasn’t distracted by work.

A quick glance at my watch determined that it was already eleven at night, which meant that time had flown without me noticing. That was how much fun I was having with Leo. He practically charmed me with his humor and sharp wit that had me laughing inwardly in amusement. It was loud and clear that I wasn’t just interested in him for his body.

I was enchanted by this omega.

It had been the best decision to snip that flirting in the bud before it escalated further—and hell knew I wanted to escalate it further. He had a potent charm about him, and that moment when he leaned in on me and did his little chest-heaving had me so hard that it took all of my willpower not to pull him close to my body and take him then and there. Thankfully, there was a crowd, and I pulled enough willpower to tell him we needed to head home as soon as possible. Even though that was the last thing on my mind.

Leo wasn’t happy with the plane news, but he didn’t argue. I told the pilot to get checked in any 5-star hotel nearby and get it fixed as soon as possible, while giving him a knowing wink, then tugged Leo back in the limousine. He shot me a look when I told the driver an address.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“I have a condo half an hour away. We’ll be staying there for the night.”

He was decidedly quiet after that. I took out the champagne we always kept in spare in the limo, along with some glasses. He looked at it in amazement, then took the glass I handed to him.

“You’re prepared,” he murmured. “Do you always seduce omegas in your limo?”

I smiled. “Still jealous?”

He scowled at me before sipping. We kept drinking quietly until I realized he was still frowning. I frowned at him, then elbowed him.

“What’s wrong?”

He turned that frown at me. Then he gulped his glass empty and held it out for a refill.

“Just pour me another one.”

I did. But I wasn’t letting it go so easily, so I asked again by the third glass.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

He treated my question with silence for the first few minutes. But finally, he sighed and crossed his arms, then turned to me.

“My flirting techniques didn’t work on you, huh?”

I stared at him. Then a laugh came out of my throat, which had him glaring at me.

“You just wait. I’ll knock your socks off,” he promised, then tossed back his drink again. I told him to take it easy, but couldn’t stop my own amusement. Loose and carefree Leo was the most fun omega I’d ever met, and I knew this was the real him under all that proper exterior.

I wanted more of it. Unrestricted Leo.

By the time we reached the building where my condo was located, he was verging on tipsy and talking a mile a minute. We rode the elevator, and he pouted when I pressed the top floor button, then told me that I needed to keep him distracted again if we got hit by another blackout. I promised him I would, then watched as his hands started moving toward his stomach area.

It took me a while to register what he was doing.

Stunned, I watched as unzipped his pants, then began to slide it down. He was wearing cotton white boxer-briefs that looked plain and ordinary—except my dick didn’t care about that.

It was already hard, weeping with bursts of lust.

“What the hell are you doing?” I growled at him.

“It’s hot,” he complained. He began pulling his tank-top off, and every single inch of his skin that showed had my mouth going dry. Shit. I reached out a hand to stop his, but fisted it back beside me when I realized I couldn’t touch him—not now. I had a vow—not celibacy, but almost close, because I hadn’t had sex with anyone since that night in the elevator. Work had kept me busy.

It was okay. This elevator led straight to my suite, and we were near. I just had to hold out and stay on my side, then—

All my intentions were shot to hell when Leo threw himself at me. My hands instinctively wrapped around his ass so as not to let him fall, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I staggered on the elevator wall with a grunt.

Leo’s mouth fused to my lips, kissing passionately.

“I have a point to prove. Need to—” His kisses trailed down my neck, and my eyes crossed. “—knock your socks… off.” Then he was sucking softly on my skin, and whatever resistance I had was instantly sucked away with it. I wanted him alright, but not like this. Not while he was too drunk to remember this in the morning.

“Leo—what the—goddamn it, Leo.”

Fuck it. I was only human and couldn’t resist this sexy as fuck omega.

Leo’s name was a prayer on my lips. And then I was yanking his mouth up and kissing him with everything I had—all the pent-up frustration and desire that I felt, all the need that came raging out in a mix of fire and lust. It wasn’t a slow kiss, nor was it an experimental one—we were both too desperate for that, and it only grew as our tongues collided and I felt him moan vibrate in my throat.

I began kissing him back. Then I moved my way down and licked his chest with my hungry mouth, while squeezing his tight ass.

He moaned my name, and I felt my cock jut out in response. His hands tugged at my hair as I sucked and licked and teased, enjoying the taste and feel of his soft flesh. His dick was hard in his underwear, and pressing against my waist as I held him up by his ass, with his legs wrapped tightly around me.

I sucked harder on his nipple, while Leo rubbed his crotch against my body—gyrating vigorously. Suddenly, Leo cried out, his body bucking—then, shaking. Stunned, I realized that he was already climaxing from the friction, and the image of him doing so embedded in my memory to last for many jerk-off sessions. Damn it.

It lasted so long, which indicated to me that it had been a long time since he last had an orgasm. I watched it all, devouring the sight of him falling apart before he finally came down from his high and slumped against me. After a few seconds, I heard the definite sound of snoring, which had me barking out a laugh so hard that I had to lean against the wall to keep holding him up.

Fucking great. Another night of blue balls.

The elevator dinged and opened, showing my suite. With a sigh, I rearranged Leo in my arms so I could carry him inside without his feet touching the floor. Then I stumbled in the bedroom and gently placed him on the bed, ignoring the sight of his flushed, half-naked body and covering him as fast as I could. Damn, he smelled so good, and my self-control was on thin ice. I turned off the lights and stumbled back out, getting a long gulp of cold water to ease back the hotness I was feeling inside.

It didn’t work.

I looked down at the ever-growing bulge inside by pants.

Then I cursed at the complication this was going to be.