Lily
When I walk up the stairs, I hear a grunt coming from Wesley’s bedroom. His door is slightly open, and the heady musk of an Alpha werewolf floods my senses. His arousal wraps around me like a blanket, and I imagine what he must be doing in there. Is he pleasuring himself?
...or is there a girl in there?
Carefully, I tiptoe to his door and take a peek inside.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I see.
Wesley’s broad frame is silhouetted in his bedroom, the only light coming from a small flickering candle on the bedside table. His eyes are closed in pleasure, and his large hand is wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking it with strong pulls that bring out every ripple of muscle along his toned abdomen.
“Unghh...” he moans, and the slick sound coming from his cock as he pumps himself makes me salivate on the spot.
I just...I just can’t!
It should be illegal to be that sexy!
I can’t help but admire the sight, my knees going weak as I notice the flash of red—my G-string—that is wrapped around his cock. Oh wow.
I thought he hated me?
My eyes travel back to Wesley. He looks focused and licks his lips, his swollen, pillowy lips that felt like heaven to kiss. I remember our night like it was yesterday.
And I want another night with him.
I’m already shaking, throbbing as I stand there, watching the sexiest man alive get off with my scent on the finger her brings to his nose.
“Lily...”
Oh my god.
Did he just say my name?
My arousal is through the roof. I’m so horny it’s almost painful. Part of me wants to blame my pregnancy hormones for my current state, but I know the real cause behind my arousal has a name: Wesley Brooks.
He is going faster now, and when he mutters my name, I slip my hand down into my pants. I’m slick with heat, and my clit is aching with need. Getting off is normally one hell of a task for me. I seldom get off alone, but this? Watching this man touch himself? It’s the biggest turn-on ever.
Wesley continues to pump into his hand, and his dark hair is all messy and disarranged. Beads of sweat drip down from one of his fat pectoral muscles, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want him at this moment.
His breathing is becoming more and more labored, and white-hot pleasure shoots through my body when I see Wesley ejaculate all over his eight-pack. His moans are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I gasp for air while fingering myself into an earth-shattering orgasm.
This is wrong on so many levels. Wesley rejected me. He is my boss. He doesn’t like me. But he used my G-string to get off, and he is still holding it. Not only that, but he said my name multiple times as he came!
A throaty moan that could rival that of a pornstar slips out from my lips, a sound I can’t stop or take back. The second it reverberates off the walls, Wesley’s eyes whip to mine. His face is a mask of shock as we stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before I finally manage to wrestle my brain cells and run in the direction of my room.
I lock the door behind me, but Wesley isn’t even following me. Why would he? I’m the one who watched him—spied on him like a freaking stalker while he touched himself! I should be ashamed of myself, especially since I managed to reach my own orgasm watching him. But instead of embarrassment, I fell…afraid.
What if Wesley will hate me even more after this? I didn’t even think of that! Gah. Why did I watch him? I’m his secretary, goddamn it—there is no way for me to avoid him!
I walk into the shower, but no amount of water in the world can wash away my mortification. I might be safe for now, but tomorrow, Wesley and I are going to ride to work together. It’s going to be so awkward!
I go to bed with a migraine and wake up at least a billion times because all my dreams are the sexy kind about Wesley. His green eyes, dark hair, and that voice! I can’t help but touch and finish myself twice before finally falling asleep.
When morning comes, I’m standing in the hallway while waiting for the limousine to arrive. Wesley hasn’t shown up yet. He might have overslept, which would be a relief. I really don’t know how to look him in the eye after yesterday.
Sadly, I’m not that lucky.
Wesley arrives shortly after, looking like a freaking dream with messy bed hair and morning stubble. I want to eat him right on the spot, even though I know that it would be a bad idea. Especially since he would probably punch me if I touched him...
He greets me with a neutral face, but when I get into the car, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to make a sly comment.
“You know,” he says casually. “People usually brush their hair before going to work.”
I blink.
Is that it?
Isn’t he going to mention the fact I watched him jerk off with my G-string around his cock? Or is he waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring it up? Gosh. What if he expects me to be the first one to mention it?
“I...I was a little distracted this morning.” By thoughts of you naked. You’re living rent-free inside my head right now.
“Distracted?” Wesley’s eyes flicker over to mine. “By what?”
More like by whom...
I clear my throat. “Ah, you know, work stuff and unicorn stickers... The usual stuff, really.”
Wesley’s eyes are so intense I’m scared he can see right through my lie, yet he doesn’t say anything. He remains silent in his seat, but somehow, that only makes me sweat even harder. The way he is looking at me right now has my heart fluttering like a wild bird. Something has changed between us. I can feel it.
“After our morning meetings, I want you to meet me in my office. Alone.” The sultry tone of Wesley’s voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“O-okay...” I stutter, my voice trembling with fear.
Wesley definitely wants to talk about what happened yesterday, but I don’t think my heart is ready for that. What if he is going to fire me? Could he do that?