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“That’s a relief,” he said dryly, taking them when I held them out. Before scrubbing his hand, he gently wiped away the cum clinging to the head of my cock, making me shiver and bite my lip.

I watched as he cleaned himself up, swiping his own dick far less carefully, then wiping at his hand. Realising I was just sitting there staring at him, I hurriedly tucked my dick away and refastened my pants, then hopped off the desk to shove my shirt tails back under my waistband.

“I feel kinda bad for Taylor,” I admitted sheepishly. “They’ll probably come look in here once they’re done boning. What if it smells like cum in here?”

Seb glanced around as he refastened his pants, then nodded at a can of air freshener on top of the filing cabinet. I hurried over to grab it, holding down the sprayer for several seconds and wafting it toward the desk.

“Do you think they’re… you know, done?” I asked Seb apprehensively. I didn’t really want to go hang out anywhere else in the club, I just wanted to collapse into my desk chair and bask in the afterglow of my first frotting sesh. Maybe relive it several times over the course of the day instead of doing any work.

Seb grimaced slightly. “I’ll be able to hear if we head back.”

I nodded, meeting him at the door. “So uh… you can hear that good, huh? You can… hear stuff all the way from Holt’s office?”

If that was true, he had definitely heard Holt yelling at me for pooping in a bag. Oh god. That was kind of embarrassing.

He glanced at me as we left the room. “I’ll be able to hear that.”

Chapter Eleven

Partner for Life (8 Letters)

Seb

“You’ve met someone.”

My strained frown deepened as I glanced up at Ludo, who was spotting me while I bench pressed at our local gym on Thursday morning.

“No, I haven’t.” It wasn’t a lie. I hadn’t met anyone.

I’d just started fooling around with the person I’d been pining over for a year and a half.

So he could practise having sex to go off and fuck other people.

“You’ve started seeing someone, at least.”

Grunting through my last rep, I lifted the barbell and Ludo helped me slot it onto the rack, still eyeing me suspiciously as I sat up. I didn’t answer, trying to catch my breath and lifting the hem of my T-shirt to wipe the sweat from my forehead.

“Who?” he pressed.

I rolled my eyes. Werewolves could be just as relentless as dogs when we caught scent of something. And Ludo had clearly decided he’d caught scent of something going on with me.

“I haven’t met anyone,” I reiterated in a grunt, standing up so we could swap places.

A young orc was hovering nearby, clearly waiting to use the bench, but gym etiquette and all that. We’d got here first, and we were alternating. While this place didn’t cater exclusively to non-humans, it was run by an orc couple, so a lot of the supernaturals in town chose to come here. Which meant it was always stupidly busy.

I knew I could’ve just used the gym equipment at the club, but some of those wrestlers were insufferable when it came to working out, probably because they were in a whole different league. I’d done it once and decided never again. Dullahan Dan liked to ‘help’ by eagerly showing different, better ways to work muscle groups, while Crossbody preferred to just stand there and imperiously let everyone know what they were doing wrong without offering any help at all.

“But you’re seeing someone.” Ludo smirked at me as he settled on the bench. “You’re getting some. I can tell, man.”

“How can you tell that?” I asked flatly, like I wasn’t interested in the answer.

He snorted, lying back and wrapping his hands around the barbell. “Pal, we’ve been friends for years. I know the signs. You’re just… different. More relaxed, but tense at the same time. Which means it’s new.”

I huffed derisively, hovering my hands over the bar to spot him. “How do you figure that?”

“Because you’re not a particularly easy-going guy, Seb. When you like someone, you like them.” He grunted through a rep. “So you get all wound up about making the best impression, being extra attentive and all that stuff. Doing the most.”

I couldn’t really argue with that, so I stayed silent. That was normally true, but this wasn’t a normal situation with Larkin. He didn’t want to date me. We weren’t seeing each other or embarking on a new relationship.