Page 178 of Worthy

I take a step back and run a hand over my face, trying to catch my breath, trying to steady my thumping heart.

Avery looks over his shoulder at me, a question in his eyes. His hands are splayed across the desk, his ass jutting out, and I just stare at him.

He wets his lips, his pupils dilating.

And then he spreads his legs and leans down on his elbows, arching his back and thrusting his ass toward me.

Oh fuck.Fuuuuuuck.

It’s an invitation. He’s inviting me to get up close and personal with his ass, and I want to.

I want to meet it.

Without a second thought, I take a step toward him and another until I’m right behind him, my hand reaching out and sliding up the outside of his leg. Fuck, why is he so soft?

He has to shave or wax. Oh hell. He’s just as smooth everywhere else, I’m sure. I felt some of him last night. It’s seared into my brain.

My fingers clutch the hem of his skirt, and I inch it up, up,up. I can hear his breath rasping from his lungs, and I wonder if this is what he sounds like when he’s getting fucked. Does he sound this wrecked? He said he’s a screamer. Can I get him to scream for me? Would he scream my name?

His body is trembling slightly and mine is too. This is so far past inappropriate, I don’t know what to do. I want to peel him out of his clothes, drop to my knees, and lick my way up his crack. I have never in my life wanted to do that, and yet here I am, envisioning it. In detail.

I’d do everything to him, if he let me.

He’s driving me crazy. I’ve gone completely insane.

“Dean,” he whispers as my fingers travel across his thigh, toward the front of him—toward his dick.

I want to touch it. I want to feel that stiff cock in my hand.

I want to hear him moan.

Suddenly, the office door opens and my son steps through, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene before him—Avery bent over, my crotch pressed firmly against his ass, my hand up the front of his skirt.

“Oh. Shit,” he says and then he stumbles backward, shutting the door quickly, leaving me and Avery just standing there in shocked silence.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and I take a step back, needing to give him space. My hand falls from his leg and I stuff it into my pocket.

He stands up, his skirt falling back in place, and I just stare at him. He’s so damn tempting. I haven’t been this obsessed with someone since my late wife, Elaine.

Why am I so obsessed with him?

“I should go talk to him,” I say, and Avery nods and swallows warily. I don’t know what else to say.

What the fuck do I say?

“Can we talk when we get home? Or maybe on the car ride there?”

He nods again, his eyes wide, his cock pressed out against the fabric of his skirt. I can’t peel my eyes away.

I have never in my life wanted another man, and now I can’t stop thinking about it—about what it would be like. I’m not even that troubled about the revelation. It is what it is. I have fully accepted it, it seems. Maybe the mental breakdown will come later, but I realize this has been slowly building for months.

I have wanted Avery since he first walked into my office, all long limbs and shiny hair. I just didn’t realize it at the time.

I sure as fuck realize it now.

“Right,” I say, clearing my throat and adjusting myself before turning on my heels awkwardly and stomping from the room. I need to find Ben and explain.

He’s probably so damn confused.

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