Cruxius blinked, genuinely stunned. He honestly didn't remember that—until her blunt words jogged a highly inappropriate memory.
When he'd turned his broad body to leave the room, the thick, heavy weight of his erection had swung freely, and he had indeed felt the soft, flushed heat of a woman's cheek smack wetly against his shaft, leaving a smear of his own precum on her skin.
At the time, he'd ignored the wet slap, more focused on saving Thalia.
But now… yeah. That definitely happened.
'!?'
"Y-you dirty pig!" Thalia's mouth hung open, a deep, furious blush spreading down her neck and into her cleavage.
Her shock turned into absolute disbelief, then a trembling hesitation. She looked at Cruxius again, seeing his handsome face shift from confused to a dawn of realization.
And worst of all—he didn't even look remotely sorry. He looked almost amused. That confirmed it for her. He did do it.
