Page 22 of Wicked Alphas


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But my nipples pebble painfully against my bra, the lace cutting into my sensitive skin.

God, when was the last time I was this aroused?

Even Betas can be affected by Alphas, right?

Beau sucks in a breath, then takes a step back, sighing. “You hold the basket, I’ll put things inside it.”

That shouldn’t sound sexy.

But it does.

“Sounds great,” I say.

He winks at me, and my heart stutters.

“Let’s start over at the radishes.”

Watching Beau pull up root vegetables shouldn’t be attractive, but I’m amazed at how gentle he is. His large palms cup each radish tenderly, as if they’ll break if he’s too rough.

“No gloves?” I ask stupidly, as he deposits each one into my basket.

“Nah, I like to get my hands dirty.”

My face flushes, and his grin broadens. “I’m joking, mostly. Sometimes, I where gloves. Idoenjoy getting my hands dirty, though.”

He holds my gaze for far too long before he turns back to the planter boxes.

Soon, the basket is full of different leafy greens. We end up filling multiple baskets, and I’m content to watch Beau as he harvests.

It’s peaceful.

“What do we do with all this produce?” I ask. “Do you store it in the kitchen?”

“Some,” he says. “But we donate a lot to local food banks.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah. We work with different charities around here. Especially kids in the foster system.”

I can’t help but smile. “Wow. That’s…amazing.”

Something nags in the back of my mind.

I feel like I’ve heard this before.

Beau turns to me. “James, Grey, and I were in the foster system,” he says. “We were in and out of group homes. We didn’t have a lot back then, and it feels good to give back.”

“Wow,” I breathe.

His eyes search mine, his woody, earthy scent caressing me.

I’m missing something important.

“Can I ask you a question?” I say, shifting on my feet.

“You just did,” he says softly, taking a step toward me. “But go on, beautiful.”

Beautiful!

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