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But dressed in a suit, with that clean white shirt? My omega was stunning.
I was across the room and reaching for him before I realised and I yanked my hands back at the last moment, stopping a few feet away.
He looked up, surprised, and then looked down at himself as though to see what had made me stop.
“Do you not like me in this?”
I pointed at my hardening dick. “No, I like it.”
“Then why’d you stop?”
“Because I’m all sweaty from my run and you’re wearing a nice, clean suit. I don’t want to get you damp and disgusting.”
I recognised the look on his face as he took that in. It was indecision. He half wanted to get sweaty with me and half knew it would be a bad idea.
“Take off your shirt.”
He began scrabbling at the buttons but the brace on his wrist was restricting his finger dexterity.
“How did you even do those buttons up?”
“With difficulty. It’s taken me ages.”
I studied him for a second and a little thread of worry wriggled into my stomach. Waggoner was meant to be taking the brace off for a lot of the day now, letting his muscles get used to working again after a two-week break. I frowned as I realised I’d never seen him without it on.
“Does your wrist still hurt?” I asked.
Waggoner paused. “Um, well, I thought it best to… leave it on. I didn’t want to risk straining it.”
“Yeah, but the doc said you should be taking it off more each day to build up your strength. Unless it starts to hurt again, and then you need to go back to the hospital.”
Waggoner was so focused on his buttons that he didn’t look up at me. I watched him work and admired the way he was slowly – really slowly – revealing his lean chest to me.
And then I realised that he wasn’t intensely focused on his buttons, he was deliberately avoiding my eyes.
It took me a moment to work it out. The way he kept his head lowered. He looked like he was just concentrating, but I’d seen him do this before. This was Waggoner having a mini freak-out.
I stepped forward and rested my hands on his wrists, stopping his movements.
“Foxy? Look up at me.”
“Um, I really need to get ready for work, you know.”
“If that were true, you’d be doing those buttons up, not undoing them.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Busted, right?”
He said nothing.
“Foxy? Talk to me.”
“What about?”
“About what’s going on. Why are you going all strange about this wrist brace? Does your wrist still hurt?”
“Um…” He dragged the word out, not sure what to say to me. I hated that he was deciding whether to lie to me or not. And then he suddenly deflated. He let out a rush of air and mumbled, “No, it doesn’t.”
