Page 39 of Dr. Intern

I should turn around.

I should walk out of this door and forget how much better he looks naked than with clothes on.

But the sound of an even louder grunt makes me freeze in place.

My mind is no longer controlling my body or I would stop watching. I would stop imagining myself on the other side of him receiving his praise.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes again. “You’re gonna take it all.”

Holy dirty-talking heaven.

All of my brain cells are gone, and I don’t even care that he doesn’t want me. All I care about is staying for the show.

I shift slightly in the door frame, crossing my feet to alleviate the surprisingly strong ache that has grown between my legs.

As his grunts start coming at a quicker rate, I feel my breathing quicken, knowing that he’s close to coming apart and wanting more than anything to watch him as he does.

Something tells me that he’s not even remotely quiet.

That he doesn’t hold back.

That his control evaporates.

Beau’s body clenches, and he tosses his head back beneath the streaming water. A wild sound escapes his lips, like he’s been restraining this sexual tension for his whole life and is finally allowing it to release.

And despite my best intentions, I wish I was the one making him come undone. That he would use me for his pleasure and wouldn’t have to resort to his hand.

Would he be rough and bad like he promised?

Or would he be the tender Beau that leaves handwritten notes for me on the counter?

Stuck in my thoughts, I hardly notice when Beau quickly turns off the shower and opens the glass door. His dazed eyes meet mine, momentarily wide at the sight of me standing there like a peeping Tom.

I should move.

Run.

Something.

But I can’t.

My body is in shock—insanely aroused shock.

All I can do is stand with my bare feet planted in the door frame as my eyes inexplicably drop from Beau’s now amused expression to the monster cock hanging between his legs.

When I gripped it that night, I could tell he was big . . . but nothing like this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that his dick needed its own zip code.

Feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment, I mutter an apology as I uncross my legs and force myself to move, unable to meet his gaze.

Beau snickers, his tone low and gravelly as I practically trip on the door frame. “Knew you liked to watch.”

Chapter 16

Beau

Claire Winters watching me jerk off in the shower was not on my bingo card for the year.

While it momentarily surprised me, the memory is now ingrained in my head forever. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to get in that tiny shower again without picturing her standing in the doorway, her cheeks cherry red with the realization that she had been caught.

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