Page 36 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

I clear my throat. "I'm sure he was just trying to do the right thing."

Jonah chuckles darkly next to me. "Umm, I'm sure that's what it was. Did you get home okay, by the way?"

I freeze for a second before answering. I don't lie; I just don't embellish. "Yes, I did. Thank you."

He holds my gaze for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Cole's a real gentleman, isn't he?" It's not a question he's expecting an answer to, as he's already walking away whistling.

I let out the breath I was holding for our entire conversation. I'm not imagining it; Jonah definitely knows more than he's saying. He and Cole seem to be much closer than work colleagues, so perhaps Cole told him that we slept together.

My head swims a little at the thought. It's not that I'm ashamed about sleeping with Cole, but I still want to be taken seriously here.

I walk through the department to my station, feeling a little self-conscious. Sarah spots me immediately and comes over. "Feeling better?" she asks.

"Yes, thank you." I smile, putting my bag down and trying to look busy.

"Sorry to hear about that jerk, Terrance, at the party. I thought he seemed a bit off. Did he start a fight or something?" she asks, and she seems genuinely in the dark about what actually happened. Perhaps people really don't know exactly what went down.

I instantly feel more at ease, and I decide to play it casually. "Yeah, he made an idiot of himself. It's a shame he's ruined his opportunity here."

"I know, right," she agrees. "Just imagine. Anyway, if you want me to look at that college project of yours later this week, just let me know if it's ready.”

I beam at the mention of my project.Thatis what I need to focus on today. If anything, it will stop my mind from constantly wandering back to Cole.

I thank Sarah and sit down at my station to run through some diagnostics. The morning passes slowly as I struggle to keep my mind on more mundane tasks, though my mind constantly drifts to Cole. I shift in my seat, squirming slightly as I remember the way he made me feel as his hard cock slid into me for the first time, setting my body on fire.

My phone beeps, startling me out of my memories. I nearly spill my coffee as I retrieve it.

Cole:Come to my office. Now.

Heat courses through my body, and I look around to see if anyone can sense the shift in the atmosphere around me. No one cares; everyone's busy with their work, so I slip out and walk the suspended walkway toward Cole's office. I'm surprised and grateful to see his receptionist isn't at her desk, but I'm not surewhether I should wait out here or enter. The heavy industrial-style door to his office looks more imposing than ever today.

Before I even raise my hand to knock, I hear a deep voice from within. "Come in."

My hand trembles slightly in anticipation as I reach for the door and push it open slowly, then step into Cole's office. He's sitting at his desk, but stands as soon as he sees me, his broad shoulders filling out his tailored suit perfectly. His gray eyes bore into me, making my heartbeat gallop even faster than it already was.

He approaches slowly, closing the distance between us until we’re standing only inches apart. I can feel the heat emanating from him like a furnace, and there’s something primal about it that fuels my own desire.

"Close the door," he says softly, his voice low and velvety-smooth.

His wolf's scent draws me in, its effect on me is almost palpable. It’s a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely masculine that feels so right. My palms begin to sweat as my gaze drops to his mouth, remembering how it felt against mine.

I obey without hesitation, shutting the door behind me as I turn back around to face him.

He takes another step closer, the fabric of his suit brushing against my arm. His hand skims my body gently before sliding under my blouse to cup my breasts over my lacy black bra. One hand slides down to rest on the small of my back while the other pinches my nipple roughly through the fabric of my bra, causing me to gasp. His other hand slides up my leg, bunching my skirt and dipping into my already wet folds. I grip his suit as he presses me against the door.

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you? You're wet for me already," he whispers.

It feels so dirty but so right. I nod as he slides a finger inside me, pushing my thighs apart with his knee. It's like heknewI was thinking about this at my station when he texted me.

"I bet you can't concentrate on your work at all,” he murmurs. “Do you need to come?"

As he speaks, he curls his finger, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves. I try not to cry out and bury my head against his suit, holding on for dear life.

"You need to tell me, Saffy. Use your words. Do. You. Want. To. Come?" He adds another finger as he speaks and starts thrusting them in and out, creating delicious friction as he brushes my clit again.

I nod, trying to keep my voice down. "Yes. Yes, Cole, please..."

As soon as I've said the words, he withdraws his fingers. I'm about to protest when he steps back and discards his suit jacket. His muscles flex under his fitted white shirt, and his hair is slightly disheveled, only making him look sexier. He steps back toward me, but instead of resuming with his fingers, he drops to his knees in front of me and pulls my underwear down.