Perfectly formed shoulders, pectoral muscles that looked to be bigger than my boobs, smooth skin over ridges of cut abdominals, a perfect V that led to…
I vaguely heard my name but that vague was vague. My attention was riveted on something else, and that something else was way more interesting than my name.
Holy shit.
Hoe-lee-shit.
And to make matters worse, it twitched.
“It” being the massive penis.
Massive.
Huge.
“Wha…what is…what is that?”
Then, it started shaking because the body it was attached to was shaking.
“What the fuck?”
Now that was Hayden. I couldn’t be sure since he was behind me but I was fairly certain he, too, was talking about Valentine’s very large penis.
“I didn’t know they came in that size,” I mumbled. “It’s hanging mid-thigh. And the girth…”
“You mind putting your baton away, brother?”
“Shush, Hayden. I’m in the middle of discovering a bodily phenomenon?—”
“Sophie,” Hayden growled.
Unfortunately, Valentine slapped the spigot and turned off the water. Then he was reaching for a towel.
“You could give the man some privacy,” Hayden grunted.
“And miss his?—”
“Swear to God, I already need eye bleach. And if you say another word I’m gonna to have to find a therapist and you’re paying the bill.”
Under normal circumstances I’d gladly pay for Hayden’s therapy but I had a business to get up and running.
“Good to see you again, Sophie,” Valentine said as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Wait—” Hayden started.
“Don’t speak to me,” I cut off Hayden to declare. “We’re in a verbal timeout until I can get that… visual out of my mind. No, we’re in a verbal timeout forever since that is burned into my brain and I’ll never be able to look at you again.”
“How do you know Sophie?” Hayden inquired.
“I’ve seen her around a few times. We met at the grocery store?—”
“Valentine’s Hot Cop?” Hayden asked.
Someone kill me.
Though after I’d just ogled the man’s gigantic penis, him knowing I called him Hot Cop was the least of my concerns.
“Hot Cop?”