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“Shouldn’t happen again,” I said as I tried to wipe the goop out of my hair. “Uh… sorry. The online booking system was only actually down for a few hours yesterday. I managed to—”

“No need to apologise.” He cut me off with a wave of his hand. I was pretty sure it was actually because he knew he’d get bored listening to me explain it. “You’re doing a great job. With the…” He wiggled his fingers in the direction of my desk. “Computers.”

My mouth twitched. “Thanks.”

“I better go get ready for the show.” He turned to leave, and I noticed he was wearing fluffy pink slippers with his suit. “Keep up the good work, Rafe!”

Once he’d left, I sat back down behind my desk and exhaled in relief. It had been a stressful couple of days, and now I had some time to relax before the show started later.

Instantly, Dan’s words from Thursday popped back into my head, and I started fiddling with my eyebrow piercing as nerves and arousal shot through my belly.

“You just wait ’til I get you naked again, kitten.”

What did he have in mind? And when were we going to do it?

How ‘advanced’ was he going to get? I was a beginner here.

I gnawed on my lower lip, staring blankly at my monitor, lost in thought. I hated being bad at things. I hated failing.

And, I mean, let’s be honest—I knew what was coming next. Blowjobs, right? Sucking dick. That felt like the natural progression after… fucking a pumpkin head together.

I was fully, one hundred percent aware that getting a blowjob from Dan would probably make me come so hard I’d black out. He could remove his own head, for fuck’s sake. And I knew for a fact that he liked to hone his skills on himself a lot.

But I’d never done it before. So I was probably going to be terrible at it.

I couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating than attempting it and hearing Dan tell me, ‘Welp, this has been fun, but…’

I wanted to be good. No, I needed to be good. In both our previous encounters, I’d been kind of passive. Too overwhelmed. Too desperate. I wanted to show Dan that I could take the reins. Make him desperate.

Decision made, I sat forward and reached for my phone. I needed to do extensive research, and I wasn’t stupid enough to do this specific kind of research on my work computer. Although I doubted Holt even knew how to access his own browser history, let alone figure out how to get onto my machine and access mine.

Several hours later, I was still engrossed. With an awkward erection. Hoping desperately that Holt didn’t burst back into my office for whatever reason.

I’d read countless articles and watched multiple instructional videos, including one that had involved a grapefruit. Now, I was regretting not buying that werewolf dildo so I had something to practise on.

When someone knocked on my door, I hurriedly locked my phone and turned toward my monitor. “Come in.”

I made sure I was frowning at my screen, like I was concentrating intently, as the door opened.

Then my pulse leaped when I heard that low drawl. “Hey there, kitten.”

My cock was still half-hard, and it twitched as my gaze shot over to Dan. I gave him a tiny, awkward smile as he sauntered over to my desk. “Hey.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from trailing down his frame. He was already in his wrestling outfit. The tiny jean shorts and the fringed shirt that was mostly unbuttoned to show off his chest.

Those shorts made his muscular thighs look enormous, and his bulge was…

I swallowed, trying to tear my eyes from it.

Prominent. It was prominent.

“Heard you got that problem all fixed.” He placed his palms on my desk and leaned in. The shirt gaped open. My gaze snagged on his nipples.

“Yeah,” I said faintly.

“Good job, kitten.” When I finally managed to drag my eyes up his face, he smirked and nodded at me. “I really like those glasses.”

I flushed, reaching up to fiddle with them, not sure how to answer. “Uh, I—They’re just… for my eyes.”