I finally met his gaze, hearing him through the brain fog. My brain was melting, and I couldn’t breathe.
“I need a second,” I snapped, shoving him away.
“Take one in the car,” he growled, stepping closer, but I warned him to back the fuck off.
Wolfe swallowed, glancing at Daphne’s name glowing on the screen, and then panicked.
“Is she okay?” His tone shifted, and I smiled, tilting my head just slightly. “Is that a yes?”
When I didn’t answer, he yanked me up by the arm, catching a full view of my massive erection before letting me go with a look I wished I could bottle for later.
“I told you I needed a minute.”
“Tuck it in your waistband and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I scowled. “This isn’t fourth period, Wolfe! If I touch the goddamn thing, it will explode. Just give me a fucking second, okay?”
He laughed, shuffling his fingers through his rugged locks before plopping down next to me in amused exasperation.
“Where is Lyla?” I asked.
“Restroom.”
“Think they took the bait?”
“Yes. But we hold the contract for now, and there is some shit I need to talk to you about. Karsten approached me when you left with the Red Dress. Did she do this to you?”
“Fuck no,” I glowered, feeling the tension release. Just thinking about Kiera made my dick sad. “I did not touch her.”
“Then, who did?”
It was a stupid question, and I wasn’t used to him asking them.
He glanced down at the phone and grabbed it before I could pick it up, hovering his thumb over the evidence.
“How?”
“Wolfe,” I swatted his hand out of the way, but he only laughed.
“Look, I get it. She is the only one who commands my dick, too. But yours is usually so much better behaved!”
“Thanks for noticing,” I smirked.
He pressed it, and I threw him the earbud, watching his expression change when he finally put it together.
“Holy fuck,” he said, gripping the table.
I thought about hitting him. Turning his pretty face into the ugly fuck he was acting like, but something held me back.
Fine, take it, asshole. I want to see your face when she moans my name.
“Fuck!” he groaned, again.
I watched like a bystander while he turned into a lusty boy at the sound of her breath changes, knowing damn well he knew this part of her better than I did. How to control it! How to make it do what he wants, and even then, she held him.
Wolfe’s expression fell into a slow break, and now we had two hard dicks under the table.
“Hi, guys,” Lyla draped herself around Wolfe’s shoulders before plopping into his lap. “What the hell?” Her eyes widened, and she stood. Apparently, Lyla was not a fan of ass play. Poor Wolfe.