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Shit, I didn’t, and he’d ripped my shirt open.
Maybe I could knot it into a crop top, but I didn’t think that look would work for me. Deciding to worry about it later, I set the dripping sleeve down on the desk and hurried around the chair to untie Holt’s wrists.
He sagged with a hoarse groan, legs splayed carelessly and chest still heaving as he blinked up at the ceiling with heavy eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked a little anxiously. Maybe I shouldn’t have forced that second orgasm out of him.
“Guh.” His head rolled lazily over the back of the chair. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Do your arms hurt?” I asked worriedly, rubbing his wrists as the tie fell to the floor.
He shook his head weakly before finally lifting it to peer down at his front. “I think my nuts disappeared back up inside me from coming so hard. What if they don’t come back down?”
I snorted, walking back around to kneel in front of him, smoothing my hands up his thighs. “Bet you’re hoping the left one will drop back down first to even them up a bit.”
“I know you’re joking, but I genuinely hope so.”
“Do you think, um, Seb heard us?” I asked, chewing on my lip as I glanced at the door.
“Probably.” Holt struggled upright and cupped my face, leaning down to kiss me. He murmured against my lips, “God, I’m a genius for breaking out the Fleshlight.”
I grinned, kissing him again before standing up on weak legs and plucking at my ruined shirt. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any spare shirts lying around?”
Holt looked down at his cum-streaked front. “We’ve got some merch. T-shirts.”
He stood and tucked his dick back into his pants, then refastened them, grimacing as his fingers slipped on the lube- and cum-slick button. Quickly shrugging off my shirt, I handed it over so he could wipe up some of the mess.
“I’ll ask Seb to go and grab us some.”
“Wait,” I blurted as he turned for the door, acutely aware that I was standing there dressed only in a pair of socks. I gestured at his pants. The shirt hadn’t really helped much. Just smeared everything around into a more obvious mess. “You’re gonna go out there like that?”
“I’ll just act like it’s no big deal. Seb’s professional. He won’t even look.”
I snorted, then ducked down behind the chair as he unlocked and opened the door, just in case Larkin was hovering there with a glass pressed to it. While he was gone, I hurriedly pulled on my underwear and pants, then picked up the twisted tie and ruined shirt. After hesitating, I set them on the desk.
When Holt returned, he grinned at me. “Don’t think he even noticed. Just asked when we were getting dinner.”
At the mention of food, my stomach tightened with a rumble. “Are we still getting takeout?” I asked shyly.
“Fuck yes. I need to replenish after that.” Holt walked back over to kiss me, then half-heartedly draped my shirt over the Fleshlight to hide it. “I’ll deal with that later.”
I laughed, letting him lead me over to the couch when he grabbed my hand. He pushed me back onto the cushions, then clambered onto my lap, wriggling to get comfortable as he pulled out his phone to order food.
“Just doing you a favour,” he said innocently, resting his head in the crook of my neck as I wrapped my arms around him. “Protecting your modesty for when Seb brings us the T-shirts.”
Chuckling, I kissed his temple. “Thanks. Very thoughtful of you after you literally ripped my shirt open.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Double Docker Shocker
I was glad the club was shut tonight, because I wouldn’t have particularly enjoyed walking past a load of guests in the lobby upstairs wearing a miniscule T-shirt that kept riding up my stomach. It had an illustration of a muscular headless torso wearing a black fringed cowboy shirt that gaped open on the front, the words Dullahan Dan painted in gooey black ink on the chest over a smattering of hair.
Holt innocently denied that he’d specifically asked Seb to grab me the smallest T-shirt he could find, but the werewolf gave me a dry look that told me it was a lie. I’d been self-conscious at first as I’d tugged it on and realised it only just reached past my bellybutton, but after seeing Holt’s lusty looks in my direction, I decided I actually… kinda liked it.
I was working it.
Holt confirmed that when he trailed his fingers up my stomach and murmured that he wanted to fuck me while I was only wearing the tiny T-shirt. Then he amended it to add that he also wanted me in my “dad sneakers” at the same time.
