The rest of the afternoon was a slow torture. After the phone call with Daniel ended, Harrison did not say another word to Julius.
He simply picked up his phone, gathered his files, and walked out of the master bedroom. He went straight down the hallway to his private home office, closing the door firmly behind him to handle the rising threats from the Logan pack.
Julius was left completely alone in the quiet bedroom. The silence did not help his racing mind. Every time he took a step across the room, the rough material of his trousers rubbed against his dick, sending an agonizing wave of heat straight to his lower body. His frustration was mounting with every passing minute. He tried to lie down on the bed, but rolling around on the sheets only made the burning ache between his thighs feel worse.
