Page 28 of Avery's Hero

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Or the sweet little vee at the juncture of your legs.”

I’m sure my mouth is slack in the most unattractive way.

He continues on. “But, Avery, I can’t unsee what I justsaw, so even if I pretend, it’s not going to fix this problem,” he says as he grips his growing cock.

And when I say growing… I mean, GROWING.

I’m frozen. Mother of erections. That sucker is huge.

Entranced by the sight of Brock surrounded by steam, his body glistening, I stare at him with the massive erection that I caused in his hand.

I have no clue why I haven’t grabbed my towel and dashed out the door yet. There must be glue on the bottom of my feet. It’s the only rational explanation.

Brock tips his head up and sluices the water off his face with his other hand. Then nails me with a look that says he’s dead serious about this disaster in the making. “I promise not to kiss you.”

Of course he’d say that.

My gaping mouth wants to smile on its own, but I force it back into an ‘o’ shape. “Funny guy, aren’t you?”

“I’m not feeling too funny right now. I’m feeling aroused as fuck. Dangerously so.”

I feel suspended in time until a loud thump in the hallway makes me jump.

Glaring at the door, Brock motions for me. He grabs my towel and hangs it under his and pushes me between him and the wall so if anyone comes in, they won’t be able to see me.

There are more thumps in the hallway.

He presses his lips close to my ear. “They’re hanging up the new signs.”

“Oh crap.”

“Shhh. Just be quiet. No one will know.”

Oh my god. I’ll know.

I’m freaking unclothed as the day I was born and in the shower with my boss.

I cannot stand here naked with him pressed against my back and keep my sanity for a moment longer. Impossible. No woman could. He’s too much. This is too much.

My voice sounds like an insane person. “For how long?”

“Too long. Too fucking long,” he rough-whispers into my throat.

“Don’t you dare kiss me.”

His breath dances over my skin when he speaks. “I said I wouldn’t.”

I’m trembling now. But I can’t be sure if it’s from pure arousal or adrenaline because we might get caught.

And of course, Brock seems calm as a freaking giant cucumber.

“No one’s coming in.”

“Please god, let you be right.” My breath hitches. A little gasp tightens my throat. “Oh my god, did your erection just get bigger or is that a baseball bat against my back.”

He chuckles, “It’s a good tool for a home run.”

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