On the heels of that realization, came the other layer to it. This wasn’t just any random Alpha . . . he was my boss.
His gaze dropped to my shuffling feet. He leaned his broad shoulders forward, reaching for the hem of my skirt.
“Sir—Mr.—”
He had already delved under, past the dampness and his knuckle pressed against my panties, where I desperately ached. I cried out as my knees buckled, and I braced myself on his shoulders.
“You’re a needy little Omega, aren’t you,” he murmured. “Do you want relief?” His husky question rippled another wave of pleasure between my legs. His knuckles pressed harder, rubbing in a gentle glide.
I moaned, my lips parting.
“I need you to say it.”
He peered into my eyes with the question clear in the shadowed depths of his eyes.
“Yes . . . I ache,” I admitted, my voice breaking with my admittance.
“I’ll help you ease the pain, little bunny.” He applied more pressure with his fingers, rolling the tips over the needy little bud at the top with my panties still serving as an irritating barrier.
“Do you like that?” he murmured.
“Yes, Alpha,” I breathed.
He chuckled. I couldn’t stop wiggling. Then he flattened one finger against my covered slit, cupping all of me, and flames bloomed through my stomach. He undulated his fingers, sending delightful electrical pulses everywhere. I reached for something not physically here, stretching out for it, straining. It hit and I screamed, falling forward into his chest. He caught me, holding me to him while my fingers clutched his shirt.
He didn’t stop rolling that finger over my panties. I whimpered, my hips moving side to side. I panted in a draped mess against him, curling my hands into my chest. My breathing still sounded loud to my ears, embarrassingly loud, but I couldn’t control it. He hoisted me higher on his chest. I pulled my knees up and nestled as close as I could. Leaning against his chest, my racing heart calmed . . . and the release of the feverish ache snapped me back to reality. I shot off him so fast, I hit my side on the corner of his desk. His leather desk chair rocked at how fast I sprang off him.
I couldn’t believe my wanton behavior.
“Mr. Astor, I am so sorry.”
My face was on fire. I’d never done something like this.
This wasn’t right of me.
I backed up, with my gaze downcast. The dry cleaning! I rushed to sweep it off the floor.
“I’m so sorry,” I repeated. I ducked my head down, avoiding his gaze and ran out the door. I tossed the plastic bag on Judy’s desk, sprinted around the entrance where Judy and I had our desks, and zoomed past the cubicle area. I jammed my finger on the button to get the elevator to my floor. A floor to ceiling window showed the city lights glittering within the dark night from far down. The 98thfloor of this building to be exact . . . and all of it belonged to the Astor family, the same family the man I’d donethingswith belonged to. He was pitifully out of my leagueand much, much older. I groaned, rubbing my hands against my temples.
He stood atop a tower while I couldn’t even touch the base.
Not only that, I’d never done what I just did with him, but he must have done that countless times. Lusting for him was a bad idea. Even as an Omega, he wouldn’t want to keep me; this would be just a pastime for him until he could find a more appropriate Omega . . . or his Scent Match.
Hope bloomed with the thought. Could this attraction be attributed to that? Was I his Scent Match?
Not that I would know anytime soon since a scent didn’t show itself immediately upon meeting your match. It took time in each other’s presence. For pheromones to mingle and permeate before it surfaces. Sadness coated my throat, making it hard to swallow. It couldn’t be possible, we weren’t well matched, and a Scent Match meant . . . perfection. A puzzle piece being returned to the other.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I dove inside and tapped the first-floor button. My head swam, so I dropped it in my hands. Disgust at myself curled in my stomach and I hurried to grab the gold rod to balance myself. Everything blurred and the descending elevator didn’t help my motion sickness. Once at the bottom, I stepped into the lobby where I was greeted with more wall-to-wall windows, showing it’d begun to rain again. The lights had also been dimmed. The security near the door looked at me and then returned to his phone.
Stepping into the night, I rubbed my arms, wishing I’d thought to grab my coat I’d left on my desk chair. Wind fluttered my hair around my shoulders, making my shivers worse. The front of the building faced a roundabout, strictly for this building, I needed to cross it and then the congested street to get to the bus stop. I followed the rounded drive. I was halfway down it when a Rolls-Royce rolled up. The glistening surfacereflected the lights. I hurried past as it stopped. The last thing I wanted was to get in the way of someone that could afford one of those.
“Miss Cervantes.”
I careened to a stop, rounding in the same motion.
Samuel Astor slipped out of the back seat and closed the door. He approached in two ground eating strides until he stood before me. I craned my neck to look up at him. I hadn’t realized how tall he was. My five-foot four stature likely didn’t help either.
“Do you need me?” I widened my eyes. What was I saying? “To do anything for you?” My stomach somersaulted and it didn’t make my dizziness any better. I rubbed the raised flesh on my arms.
