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He huffed in amusement, lips curling up. “Yeah, true. Okay, let’s say no sex from now on. Just while we get to know each other. I just… really, really wanted to do that.”

“Okay.” I grinned down at him. “How was it, sucking a dick with your human mouth?”

He chuckled, pressing a final kiss to my thigh before lifting his head and stretching. My belly fluttered when a tiny smirk danced over his mouth. “Really fucking nice.”

“I’m flattered.” I batted my eyelashes at him.

His smile widened. He leaned in to kiss me, murmuring against my mouth, “You should be.”

Oooh, I liked this Brian just as much as the others. The shy, anxious Brian, the aggressive Fenrir, the slick and polished performer B. Were. This Brian was all loose and relaxed and a little cocky after wringing a monumental orgasm from me.

So, so hot.

I moaned softly into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again. We stayed like that for several long minutes, kissing languidly until he finally pulled back to reach down and tug my briefs and pants up, grinning at me.

“You should probably get dressed before any guests come in. The weird human is already awake. So are Crossbody and Vince. I think.” He cocked his head, falling silent as he listened intently, then nodded. “Yeah, they are. Vince is complaining about his lower back hurting from—” He blushed. “Uh, from, uh, fucking Crossbody all night. Well, that was a little more than I needed to know about my two colleagues.”

“Oh yeah, Crossbody is the bottom. He told me.”

“Um.” Brian rubbed his stubbly jaw. “Why?”

“I asked.” I slid off the desk and did up my pants, my insides squeezing with pleasure when Brian’s big hands settled on my hips. He was still sitting in the desk chair, and he rolled it closer until I was cradled between his thighs.

“I should probably go home and sleep before work.” He pressed a kiss to my sternum through my shirt.

I was glad he couldn’t see my sulky pout. I understood why he had to leave—life and responsibilities and other boring shit—but I didn’t want him to. Wrapping my arms around his head and fiddling with his hair, I ducked my head to kiss the top of his.

“Yeah, you should.” As he released me, my cheeks grew warm with an uncharacteristically shy blush. “Um, thanks so much for keeping me company all night. It was so nice. I really liked spending time with you, Brian.”

“Me too.” He stood from the chair, towering over me once again as he smiled down at me with a blush of his own.

“I can’t wait for Monday,” I blurted eagerly. You know, just in case he’d forgotten about asking me on a date. I just didn’t want him to forget our plans.

“Me neither.” He blushed again, then reached into his jeans pocket. “Um, we should exchange numbers, right? So we can make a plan for Monday.”

“Yes. Definitely. For sure.” I nodded, practically lunging to snatch my phone off the desk.

After we’d exchanged numbers, he popped next door to grab the key for room one so he could check out. I felt terrible that he’d paid for a room when he hadn’t needed one, especially now I knew that he’d likely got too anxious or shy to tell me otherwise.

At least it meant I’d been able to suck his dick, but I still planned on making it up to him somehow. Maybe I could pay for whatever we ended up doing on Monday.

My belly fizzed with excitement, and I pressed my hand to it. While I waited for him to come back, I straightened up the desk—I may have knocked a few things over while I was splayed out on it getting my dick sucked by a beautiful, shy werewolf—and got the cleaning supplies, fresh towels and bedsheets ready. Our housekeeper, a moody nineteen-year-old ghoul called Jay whose mom knew my aunt, would show up at ten thirty after the guests had checked out. And my aunt would be here at seven to replace me for the morning shift.

When Brian returned, he was clutching a plain carrier bag that I vaguely remembered him having when he checked in. And that adorable flush was back on his cheeks, making my chest ache. He was just so sweet.

“I can’t remember if I mentioned it, but here are… Um, I bought you a shirt.” His face turned an even darker pink. “To replace the one I ripped. At Cratos. Sorry.”

“You really didn’t have to,” I told him, but I was grinning—mainly at the realisation that he’d actually been thinking about me before this. Enough to go and buy me a replacement shirt. And when he handed over the bag and I peeked inside, I realised it was exactly the same as the one that got ruined at Cratos.

He’d even taken the time and effort to find an exact match.

I rushed around the desk, banging my hip on the corner because I was too eager to reach him, and lunged up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Brian. This was so sweet of you.”

“I, um, I also replaced the… your underwear.” He averted his gaze, cheeks on fire. “Which I’m realising is probably going to come across as really creepy. Sorry.”

“Not creepy.” I smoothed a hand up his strong chest to cup the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. It was a gentle, wordless encouragement for him to look at me again, which he did after a few seconds. I smiled up at him, nibbling my lower lip. “I’ll wear them on Monday.”

His eyes flared with heat, hands creeping onto my waist. His thumbs stroked the bottom of my rib cage, reminding me once again just how much bigger he was than me.