Page 9 of Knot Alone

I can do this.

I’ve had women before. None that I’ve wanted like I want Maggie, but I know what I’m doing.

I just need to remind myself of that.

I slide Maggie far enough out of the chair that she’s halfway in my lap. Gravity presses her hot cunt against my cock. Her stiff business skirt has no give to the fabric, so it crumples up to her waist when she parts her legs to let me in close. There’s nothing but her panties and my trousers between us.

I slip the grounding hand I kept on the back of her neck around to her jaw. Maggie moans breathlessly before our lips touch.

I haven’t kissed anyone other than Graham in over a decade, so the lack of post-work, five o’clock shadow against my skin is a little jarring. I can read Graham like a book. From the moment I walk into a room I can tell whether he wants something desperate and biting, or slow and drugging like a whole evening spent idly making out on the sofa.

But Maggie is… new. I try to keep the kiss gentle, but her mouth gives way beneath mine so sweetly that I can’t help but nip her bottom lip as I lick into her mouth.

Maggie’s hips roll in my lap, instinctually grinding her damp cunt over the ridge of my cock. Then she does a little swivel with a desperate moan as she tries to get the pressure just right on her clit. The sound surges straight to my dick.

She swivels again and misses, groaning against my lips at the pressure she can’t seem to find. This beautiful Omega deserves pleasure, so I slip my fingers between her legs and rub.

“Ah!” Maggie clenches my shoulders and almost jumps out of my arms. She pops away from me. I clench everything, including my hand on her ass to stop myself from visualizing my cock slipping in and out of her swollen, red lips.

“Can I—” No. I stop myself with a reminder. ‘It’s not about you, Linus.’ “What do you need, Maggie?”

“I don’t…” she bites her lip. I can tell she’s going to say she doesn’t ‘need’ anything. If I have to lift her off my lap and walk away, I think it might kill me.

I lunge in and kiss her again, hungry and hard. Then I murmur against her lips, “What do you want?” as I brush my fingers over her cunt. Maggie moans, eyes fluttering as she rubs against me without thought, blissed out on sensation.

“What do you want, Maggie? You want me to fuck your tight little pussy with my fingers?” I slip two fingers under the edge of her panties and brush over her sopping wet hole, nothing between us but skin. “Or you want me to put my tongue in you, see what you taste like?” She scrambles at my shoulders with a clench-jawed moan, like I’m going to let her get away with grinding against me without having to say a thing. I don’t want that. I drag my fingers away and leave nothing for her to rub against.

“Linus.” She groans.

That’s the first time she’s said my name. She deserves a reward, so I give a little rub of my fingers against her nub, safely over her panties. “Tell me what you want, Maggie.” I press my lips against hers, sharing breath. “Tell me.”

“Your mouth!” She nearly shouts.

The kiss turns frantic and uncoordinated. But I’m not going to have her here, haphazardly perched on a chair that a dozen other Alphas are going to sit in this week. I don’t want any of them to scent her.

I hoist Maggie out of the visitor’s chair and carry her around the desk into the caseworker’s spot. I’m sure the building has spare furniture sitting in the basement. No one will object when I take this chair home to protect the traces of Maggie’s scent.

I can’t help but pause for another kiss before I pull back. Maggie whines, so I lean in for a brief peck before murmuring, “I’ll be right back. I want to take care of you properly.”

It takes everything I have to leave her there. But I have just enough common sense left to drag the scent-soaked visitor’s chair over to the door. I flick the lock and wedge the chair under the doorknob to prevent any interruptions. (There’s a third voice in the hall now, who I assume is a supervisor lecturing both caseworkers about shouting.) That means we have just enough time for me to get Maggie off if I do it quickly.

The thirty seconds it took me to ensure our privacy are enough to send a burst of bitterness through Maggie’s scent. Like the space made her rethink the situation. Especially since I’ve flooded both her and the room with enough Alpha pheromones that we can separate without causing her any cramps.

I pause on the other side of the desk. I’ve reversed our positions from the beginning, but there’s still enough space that Maggie doesn’t have to worry about me leaping over the desk. I wait there, taking in her flushed cheeks and heaving breasts. Her skirt is rucked up her thighs like the shortest pair of shorts, showing off soft thighs I want to nibble on. Maggie knows what I’m waiting for. She bites her plump bottom lip and nods.

“I need you to say it out loud, Maggie.”

“I want you.” She croaks.

In a flash, I dart around the desk to kneel at her feet. “And where would you like me?” I ask.

Maggie opens her thighs. With all the self-control I possess, I don’t look down. “Linus.” She complains.

“Out loud, Maggie.”

“I want you to…” Maggie chokes on her words and goes flame red. Tears start welling in her eyes.

“Hey, hey.” I press up and press gentle kisses over her cheeks and across her brow. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We’ll stop.”

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