Brandon, may I come in? - I open the door and look into the office to a man who is studying some papers, frowning thoughtfully.

“Of course, come in, you don’t have to ask,” he replies without looking up.

And I look at him in a stupor, realizing that I managed to get bored. So stupid, because only a few hours have passed since our parting, and I didn’t come at all to distract the alpha from important matters with my tenderness. But I so want to hug, climb onto his knees and cuddle with my whole body. Let him study his papers, but I can just silently inhale the...