Page 39 of Avery's Hero

His eyes flare, his body tightens. He burns me up with promises in his gaze. “So, she’s a tease.”

I grin and sip the amazing coffee he made for me. “Maybe a little, but only for you.”

“I knew you were trouble,” he growls, then he pushes off the bed. He stretches toward the ceiling and yawns like a giant lion. I get a real, long look at his entire, perfect, manly physique.Wow.Just wow.

Who knew men even looked so good in real life? I thought that was photoshop wizardry on all those magazines.

Brock grins. I’m busted.

“The offer for the shower stands, but it’s got to be fast. We probably shouldn’t be late to work at the same time.”

Scurrying off the bed, I follow him like a puppy into the gigantic bathroom. “Make it fast, Chief. That would definitely be a bad idea.”

I nearly drop my mug when he jerks me into the shower with him.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Okay. I’m certifiable. I’ve got one of my employees in my shower. A dangerously sexy one at that.

Fuck my crazy, messy life.

There’s something about her pretty face, her youthful innocence. The tight curves of her body, the softness of her full breasts. And the way she looks at me with those big, inquisitive eyes while her whip-smart brain dissects me.

I’ve always liked a woman that could hold her own. I didn’t know how much I’d like this particular one.

Which is nothing but trouble.

“We don’t have long,” I say against Avery’s neck as the hot water courses over our bodies and steam cocoons us.

She lathers the soap, then turns in my arms so she’s facing me. “Then don’t be getting any ideas about using that big gun on me.”

As she slides her hands over my body, I let my own hands wander down, until one is gripping her very fine, very round ass, and the other has found her clit. “Too late. The ideas were already there when I woke up this morning.”

With a lift of her brow, she says, “Well, you’ll have to be fast.”

“No, you will,” I say as I gently pinch her clit between my thumb and finger. Her little gasp makes me smile. Her hands falter, the soap slips out of her grasp and ricochets around the shower, landing near the drain.

“Oops. See what you made me do,” she says in a breathy laugh.

“Gonna bend over for it?” I tease.

Flipping me a suggestive glance, she says, “Somebody’s got to.”

I spin her around so her back is to my front. She bends for the soap and I get a very fine view of what I just had in my hand. Seeing my handprint there on the curve of her ass, makes my cock grow even harder.

Seven ways to Sunday, that’s how I’d like to fuck this tiny sex kitten, but there’s no time for all the things I’d like to do this morning. But Iamgoing to get her off again. That will take no time flat.

She squeals when I grab her and haul her back against me. Slipping my cock between her legs, in the gap between her thighs, I murmur, “As much as I’d like to bend you over and fuck you till we both can’t see straight, I’m gonna take a pass.”

“What? Are you crazy?” she asks with disappointmentin her voice. “You didn’t want to last night. And now… You’re going to make me self conscious.”

“Whoa now, Angel, don’t be going crazy inside that head of yours. I just want to take my time. Your tight little pussy needs foreplay or I will hurt you with this monster if I really go at you the way I want to. So, let me take care of you now so we can try to save both our jobs.”

Her struggle is so loud, I can hear it outside her head.

“Brock, are you sure? Won’t you have… you know… blue balls?” she asks almost shyly.

“I will.”

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