Page 82 of The Strike Zone

I shouldn’t be watching this.

I should leave.

I shouldn’t know the two divots at the base of his spine deepened as his ass clenched tight.Tighter.

I shouldn’t be imagining what he looked like when he came. Whether his lips softened and his mouth dropped. If his eyes stayed opened or closed. What color they turned.

I shouldn’t wonder if this was when dangerous Parker made an appearance, the one I saw every time he stepped behind the plate. Focused and ready.

Ireallyshouldn’t be watching this.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that seeing a guy jerk off could be this hot.

Okay, maybe somewhere in my wildest dreams if I ever had a dream featuring Parker jerking off, it would be hot.

But notthis hot.

Parker’s fist pumped harder, faster.

My teeth sank so deep into my lip I almost drew blood. My chest heaved. Goose bumps erupted on every spare inch of my skin.

I really needed AC.

“Ahhh…fuuck…Scout…”

It wasn’t loud, but it may as well have deafened me.

He jerked forward a split second before his cum hit the wall. My eyes stayed glued to that spot while my ears still rang with the sound of him calling my name. Even as Parker stroked himself down and rinsed the wall clean, I never looked away.

I was so dazed, I didn’t notice him turn around until it was too late.

The bright green had given way to something darker as they found mine and held my gaze.

Only then did I manage to blink.

Any normal person would have been embarrassed…maybe shocked, at the bare minimum, that something so private had been witnessed. But the expression playing out on his perfect features was nothing short of conceit.

I’d just watched him jerk off, and he was now staring at me with undiluted smugness. I could almost see his brain ticking over, calculating his next move.

My legs were too heavy, every cell in my body was too busy throbbing for me to run back out as I had this morning. I’d need to sprint. But there I stood as Parker cut the shower, reached for a towel, and slowly wrapped it around himself.

Never had a thick white terry towel looked as obscene as this one did, resting on those equally obscene divots stretched above his hips. Abs. More abs than I’d seen in my life, except you know, the last time I’d seen them.

But that time hadn’t felt like we were trying to make a porno.

Right now, it was debatable.

“Good morning.” He stopped in the doorway and his gaze dropped to my bare legs. It was debatable who felt more naked, me or him, as his eyes slowly tracked up again. “Nice dress.”

I tried and failed to calm the thudding in my chest. “Th…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Grabbing another towel, he rubbed it over his head and down his torso. It was a poor attempt to dry his damp skin. We both knew he was putting on a show. A show for me.

I still hadn’t moved. I still hadn’t looked away.

I was staying right where I was, and he knew it.

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