There were sparks.

There were goddamn sparks, and it was surrounding us like wildfire.

Whatever I wasn’t feeling with Kyle, I was definitely feeling it here with this mysterious new omega. Leo was frozen for the first few seconds, but that didn’t deter me as I waited it out, never pushing myself on him. He looked like the type of omega who would back off at the first sign of aggression from an alpha.

He felt… interesting.

It only took five seconds—yes, I counted in my head. Then he was clutching my shoulder tighter and opening his mouth, a test more than anything. I kept moving my lips over his, sliding my tongue in and tentatively seeking his out. Everything about this kiss was experimental, even the way he dodged my tongue and the way I pulled him closer. A soft sigh came out of his mouth, raspy and breathy. He was surprisingly warm in my arms, and my fingers itched to slide from his waist and touch more skin.

The sparks simmered.

The boner I didn’t get from Kyle was definitely here now, hardening further. It was a wonder Leo didn’t notice it pressing against him. But then again, I was doing my absolute best to hide it.

I wanted to be pressed against him. I wanted to kiss him for hours. I wanted to make him open up—more than he did when we talked, more than he was doing so now.

I wanted him to moan out my name as I pounded his sweet omega ass.

I had a lot of wants. I was determined to make each one of them happen. I leaned forward, intending to do the first of many.

But Leo had other ideas.

Abruptly, he pulled away. He glared at me, but it wasn’t very convincing with the way his chest heaved and the little bulge in his slacks that was growing enticingly, which had me inwardly groaning.

“That was very sneaky and unfair,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I wasn’t prepared to kiss you.”

God, this omega was funny. “Then prepare yourself—”

But he was launching himself at me before I could finish my sentence. And he was kissing me again—only this time, there was none of the reserve and caution from earlier. His tongue came out and stroked mine, and his hands moved from my shoulders to my hair, tangling in them as he deepened the kiss.

The sparks became a blaze of fire I could feel deep inside me.

Whatever blood I had left rushed down to my cock. Now I was fully hard and very turned on and not thinking straight as he molded his small, omega body against mine, and I felt his round ass. His ass felt larger than I expected under those slacks, and I could feel his dick poking through, stiff and just as warm as mine probably was right now. His tongue teased mine, and it was steadily getting harder to think about the reasons why this was just an experiment and I shouldn’t really even be kissing this prim, opinionated, little ball of stress — “I think I proved my point,” he said breathily, breaking off the kiss. “Now, if we could just—”

With a growl, I yanked him back toward me until he stumbled on my lap. Then we were kissing again, all inhibitions gone as I guided him to a straddling position and he didn’t protest at all. Our hands were all over the place, and soon he had my shirt off and was running his fingers all over my chest, driving me crazy. In response, I kissed him harder, pulling his top off and running my mouth down his slender chest, where his skin tasted as good as it looked.

He was in pretty good shape—toned, with more muscle than one would expect from an omega. He smelled like fresh lilies and tasted like red wine. It was an addictive combination.

I wanted to taste him everywhere.

I firmly gripped his ass with one hand while holding his head back with the other. I covered his neck and chest with my kisses. He tugged my head back up and kissed me, and I was muttering his name under my breath. He moaned in response—a long, lustful moan that reverberated all over me and had my stiff cock wanting to be inside him.

Right now.

I wanted to fuck him raw. I wanted to pound into his omega ass until we were both screaming for release, and I wanted it now. I groaned at the need that flowed inside me, shockingly raw and alive. I groaned when he moved his hips, a grinding rhythm that only had the heat between his legs rubbing against my erection. A few moves, and I’d be inside him. I would feel his hot, tight omega-hole clenching around me.

Holy sweet hell.

I began to unbuckle his belt as I sucked on his tongue until he finally said my name. No, he moaned it!

Suddenly the lights came back on.

We both froze. The elevator started working again. Getting out of my sexual haze, I blinked as the light on the elevator buttons started blinking incorrectly.

It was going down. Not up.

Leo pulled away from me as if burned. He stood up and arranged his clothes, his breathing erratic and his green eyes cloudy and smoldering. His brown hair was messed up, but had that ‘just got out of bed look’.

Goddamn, he looked absolutely delicious.

I stood up, intending to push him against the wall and have my way with him again. But he sidestepped, picked up my shirt and threw it at me. His eyes widened in panic.

“Put it back on,” he hissed.

Whatever spell was between us was gone.

“No,” I said.

“Put. It. Back. On,” he demanded.

“Bossy, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

Definitely bossy.

And damn it all to hell, I was already imagining that bossy mouth wrapped around my cock.

I put on my shirt, still tense from our hot encounter. I opened my mouth, intending to argue with him and get him riled up again. Or maybe kiss him. Or maybe just take him right there and then, damn all the consequences.

The elevator door opened.

“Good evening. We just wanted to make sure that everyone’s safe and all elevators are functioning,” said the bellboy.

He then began to explain that there was a city-wide blackout which caused a technical problem in the hotel, leaving many guests trapped in the elevators. There was some speech about how we were all going to be compensated for the trouble and inconvenience, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was still trapped in the moment between me and Leo, and I didn’t want to leave.

But again, he had other ideas.

“Thank you, Marcus,” he said sweetly. I was surprised he knew the bellboy’s name, until I found him looking at the name tag. Right. “That won’t be necessary. I’m checking out.”

An alarmed look crossed Marcus’ face. “Sir, is there anything we can do?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Get an emergency button for your elevator. It would work wonders.”

Then he walked out on the two of us, leaving Marcus staring after him nervously. Me? I was gasping.

Eventually, I cleared my throat. “Good evening.”

Then I was following Leo.

Or I was trying to.

By the time I left the hallway area and reached the lobby, he was gone. I walked around, looking for him. I was all casual on the outside, but inside was a different story altogether. My blood was still rushing at the feel and taste of him, and my body wanted more. Damn it, I was still hard. But I couldn’t spot his messy hair, and I couldn’t see any short omegas anywhere that fit his description.

He’d upped and left.

As a last resort, I checked out the bar. There was no Leo there. Not even the slightest smell of his sweet scent in the air.

I muttered a curse. I looked around one more time before realizing that I didn’t even know his last name. This hotel was big and prestigious, and they wouldn’t give me that information even if I gave them all the money in the world. Suddenly I was pissed all over again, my good mood from being stuck with him in the elevator plummeting down until I was back to being just as pissed off I was earlier in the night. In fact, this time I was even more angry.

I shouldn’t have come to Hollywood. But I couldn’t get out now, either.

Irritated, I went back to the elevator. Pressing the floor button to my room, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, not sure whether I should drink more wine or get an ice-cold shower first. Or jack off while thinking about the hot omega that got away.

This was definitely my biggest case of blue balls to date.