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You should.

This is a private moment between a man, his hand, and his cock.

And, oh Lord, what a cock.

It was steamy so she couldn’t get a good look, but from what she could see it was long. He yanked at it firmly. Far rougher than she would have.

She took a small step back. She knew this wasn’t right.

But it was turning her on. Her clit throbbed, her mouth grew dry.

Leave, Blakely.

You’re no better than the woman who snuck into his bed.

But as she turned away, she heard him groan her name.

What the heck?

“Blakely,” he moaned again.

Her heart raced as his hand stilled. Was he coming?

Was he coming while calling out her name?

What did she do with that? How did she react?

Then he glanced up and stared right at her.

Oh.

Shit.

Chapter Ten

Stafford paced back and forth in front of the naughty brat sitting on his bed.

What the hell did she think she was doing?

Not only had she snuck into his room, but she’d stayed and watched him in the shower.

She’d watched while he’d brought himself to orgasm and cried out her name.

Fucking hell.

He’d opened the shower door and barked at her to freeze before pulling a towel around himself.

And now he had to decide what to do with her.

“Am I fired?” she whispered.

He stilled in front of her. Hands on hips, he glared down at her. She bit her lip, staring up at him nervously.

He should fire her.

That would be the smart thing to do. Get rid of her. She was too tempting.

After that kiss, he’d been doing his best to avoid her.

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