Page 8 of Kiss Me for Christmas

It’s obvious she’s happy with my promise to go slow, but this doesn’t feel slow. It feelsamazing. And if we don’t stop soon, I might do something I’ll regret later.

“Scarlett,” I snarl, trying like hell to control myself. But Scarlett just hitches one leg around my hip, hugging me closer. Her slightly body is almost completely pushed back against my desk. All I’d have to do is tug these simple scrubs down her tempting legs, and I could take her right here and now. “Tell me to stop,” I growl, slipping my hand up her side and over one breast. I squeeze and Scarlett’s head falls back as she moans loudly.

“I’ll die if you stop,” she whispers up at the ceiling. And that’s all I need to hear.

Desperate to see her, I grip the hem of her shirt, then tug it up and over her chest. Her soft tits are pressed tight in a black sports bra with an ample amount of cleavage spilling over the top. Who knew the lovely curves her fucking uniform has hid from me. But not anymore.This beta is mine.

I hitch my fingers under her bra then jerk up, popping her left, then right breast free. Her flesh is so soft with dark, tight nipples straining up toward me. I lower my head and suck one stiff peak into my mouth.

“Yes.” A desperate gasp leaves Scarlett’s throat as she moves her legs so I’m in between them. I push my hips forward, capturing her other nipple as I grind my cock against her warm center.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I snarl, palming and squeezing her big tits. They’re swollen and heavy, fitting so nicely in my hand. “Can you feel how hard I am?” I grit out, rocking my hips against her pussy.

“You’re so big,” she whispers, pushing up to meet my movements. I want to laugh. My cock is stuffed and constrained right now. She has no idea just how big it is.

“I need to taste you.” I lean back and push my fingertips into the front of her pants. But before I can push them down, a loud knock raps on my office door.

Scarlett startles, snapping her legs shut and jerking her top down.

I immediately rush to the door, reaching it just before Davis can open it all the way. “What do you want?” I snarl, unable to help myself. My meek assistant’s eyes go wide as I glare down at him from the crack in the door.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Davis whispers, taking a quick step back. “I just wanted to remind you that Director Spanner is expecting you in the patient assessment meeting in fifteen minutes.” He spins before I can answer, moving back to his desk.

“I’ll let you go,” Scarlett says right at my back. I turn to her, enraged to find that her tempting body is hidden from me once again.Fucking, blue scrubs.I’ve never hated them as much as I do right now.

“Don’t go,” I plead. It’s stupid. We both have to work, but I’m not ready for her to leave my sight.

A bright smile fills Scarlett’s face and she giggles, “I have to go to work.” She pushes up onto the balls of her feet and places a quick kiss on my cheek. It’s such a simple gesture, one thatmothers and grandmothers have been doing for centuries, but it drives me wild. Everything about this beta drives me wild.

“I’ll see you tonight at seven?” She phrases her words like a question and I quickly nod. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“At seven.” I force my body to move so she can leave me. It’s agony watching her slip out the door, but she gives me one more pretty smile before shutting the door behind her.

The second she’s out of my sight, I jerk at the front of my pants, freeing my painfully hard cock. I need release. And I need itnow.

I begin pumping myself, jacking off to the memory of Scarlett’s soft moans and big breasts. The way she rolled her hips and twisted her tongue. All too quickly my balls draw up, and heat shoots up my spine as I come hard. I cup my hand to catch my release but it’s no use. My cum shoots like a fucking rocket from my body, coating the back of the door.

Panting hard, I rest my arm above the mess I just made, watching the streaks of white drip, drip, drip toward the carpet.

This beta is going to be the death of me, and I’ve never wanted something so bad.

SEVEN THAT EVENING

Scarlett

What the helldo I do with my hands? Bennet will be here any minute now and I’m just standing here with my arms hanging at my sides like a caveman. There has to be a sexier way to stand.

I glance around the vast lobby, taking in the sparkling Christmas tree and the small leather couches. Should I stand near the tree? Or drape myself over a chair? Would that be sexy?

“Scarlett?” Bennet breezes in through the main door, and my bright red heels are suddenly very unsteady. He looks so fucking sexy. Black slacks, black button-up with the sleeves cuffed up to the elbows. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without a tie. “You look stunning,” he says, taking in my short red dress. It was a bold choice for a workplace party, but I wanted to look my best for the alpha.

“Thank you.” I smooth my hands over the tight bodice and down my hips to the short, flared skirt.Am I showing too much leg?It’s got a high neckline that hides my cleavage, but it feels asif my ass is hanging out. “You look really good too.” I let myself take him in from head to foot.Damn. Why is this guy interested inme?

“Shall we?” Bennet offers me the crook of his elbow. I can feel my face warm as I thread my arm through his. It’s stupid given the intense makeout session we had this morning, but I feel so bashful. Maybe even unworthy. I mean, why isn’t his pack here? Is he just playing with me? Is he faking interest just to get laid? And why does just the thought of that break my heart?

Alphas form quick attachments.Notbetas.

“What’s wrong?” Bennet asks as we make our way through the lobby.

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