chapter 18

Damon stiffened in his seat when he felt warm lean fingers on his thigh. His head turned slightly towards her, and he squinted his eyes at her.

What was she up to? He asked himself, they were in a conference meeting, and she was touching him like that when she knew exactly what effect she had on him.

Her hands traveled further up his groin, slowly caressing and occasionally squeezing. Damon felt his wolf get excited just as much as his dick.

Her face was straight, and she nodded to the lady across from her, who was trying to explain something alpha Damon could not quite make out since she was actively distracting him.

“So, what do you think, sir.” The lady in question asked, turning a questioning gaze to him.

“What?” Alpha Damon asked, looking around the table at the seven pairs of eyes that stared expectantly at him.

“Sir, I asked what you think about the idea,” she repeated herself.

“Uhm.” Alpha Damon started but stopped, holding his breath to steady himself as her fingers gripped